Riley Nguyen's Story

What bliss...warm water washing over him...such peaceful...
BAM BAM BAM
"Open up!"

Goddammit.

Kleo didn't want to get into a fight with any of these guys. Who knows what scary powers they'd be pulling. Kleo started to finish up, but decided he'd take up one more minute out of spite. Once he felt like he was squeaky clean, he realized he had forgotten a towel. Ah well. Shrugging, Kleo took his shirt and pants, then dried himself off with those before wrapping the shirt around his waist, barely covering himself. With that, he unlocked the door and strolled out. Of course it was the red head at the door. "You may now enter mistress." Kleo bowed with a snarky look on his face.

With that, he walked around the house searching for the master bedroom. Took him a while, passing by some people who simply gave him a look. Kleo was just in an attitude of complete 'meh' about it. Once he found the master bedroom, he quickly opened up the drawers, looking for guys clothes. It looked like a lot were taken, but what he did find was a dark blue polo shirt and some beige pants. A little bit over sized for him, but it would have to do for now. At least the dude had a belt. He heard talking coming from the living room, so he decided to catch up with them.

There were a few of them there, but not everyone was gathered it seemed. "What up party people? I miss anything?"

Austen had forgone looking for a bag and decided on water and some food instead. She filled a glass quickly, gulping down the cool liquid, feeling it slide down her throat. After finishing the glass, she filled it once more, again downing the contents. When she felt sufficiently hydrated, Austen opened some cabinets until she found granola bars. Her slender fingers opened the package in a second or two, and it only took a few more for her to ingest the food. It tasted wonderful. Making her way around the others that had wondered into the kitchen, she found some fruit that had yet to go bad. The family hadn't left that long ago, then. Why leave fruit out, though? Perhaps they'd forgotten.

Two apples were quickly eaten, sating the edge of Austen's hunger. After that, the young blonde began looking through closets and other rooms she hadn't yet explored until she found a backpack. It was larger, maybe for camping, and black. It would do perfectly. Returning to the girl's room, Austen found several more pieces of clothing that would suit her needs and stuffed them inside. Apologizing silently, she also took whatever else she could find that could be of some help. A towel, rags, a pair of tennis shoes (though too big), deodorant, a watch, some writing utensils and paper... Anything that served a practical use and wasn't valuable.

Adjusting her damp braid, Austen zipped the bag closed and slung it onto her back. It was heavy, but her body could easily handle it. Walking back to the entrance, she arrived just in time hear the dark-haired girl say something about leaving evidence. Austen's cheeks warmed a little as she realized she'd left her dirty uniform in the trash. She might as well have signed her name. Luckily, no one was in the down stairs bathroom, and Austen retrieved the jumpsuit easily. Dumping the suit into a trash bag felt oddly liberating. Austen tied it up and decided she would burn it, at some point.

"What up party people? I miss anything?" Austen looked at who had spoken; she didn't recall ever seeing him in C-CLASS. She didn't know his name, or anyone else's, for that matter. This seemed wrong, seeing as they were running from possible death together. They would have to rely on each other for survival.

"Um," Austen cleared her throat, "If we're going to run away from the government together, I think maybe we should at least know each other's names. ...I'm Austen."

Sage couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Arian with the illusion. "Arian... I figured... you'd like it." His voice was unusually warm, but after befriending someone, Sage's cold exterior washed away. It might have taken a while, but it did. He'd gratefully take the noodles and eat them before noticing the bag on the floor. Nodding he would make a mental note to grab his clothes from the bathroom later. He examined his leather jacket curiously. It seemed to fit him, and it felt comfortable enough to wear. He was glad these guys seemed to know how to shop... that was... the owners of the house.

"I won't go around telling my powers or weaknesses...but... my name is Sage." He'd state clearly. He had personal reasons for not saying powers or weaknesses. What if someone was to turn on them and use their weaknesses to advantages? No... that could wait until later, when he would trust. Motioning around the room he'd give a wide smirk. "If this is a party... then I'm out." Of course he meant nothing by it, but hey... it was better than that cell.

"I'm 20 years old... and my name is Sage like I stated before. Before anyone gets the wrong Idea about me, I'll tell you flat out, I'm an ass..." He'd chuckle casually. He felt like he was in first grade when they had to go around the room and say things like this around them. "I like beautiful women...so ladies...take your tops on." His smirk would get wider, "Obviously I'm a male," Pausing he'd lift up his shirt all cocky like. "Keep your pants dry..." He'd add on as he lowered his grey and black stripped tank. Finishing his noodles he'd roll his shoulders. "Of course... like any of you I hate the government, and people who turn their backs on people." Finishing his speech, he'd look around for some booze and find a nice bottle of whiskey. "Don't mind if I do." He'd say to himself as he opened it and inhaled the fumes from it.

He'd put the bottle to his mouth and start drinking. Out of the corner of his eye He saw Sonya and chuckled putting the bottle down he'd cross his arms and give her a cocky little 'I notice you' kind of wave.

He'd pick the bottle back up and start drinking once more. Ah... the taste of good Whiskey.... nothing like it. He'd think to himself happily as his body started warming up a bit more.

Wow, is this dude for real? Kleo thought to himself after Sage introduced himself. He couldn't help but chuckle. After Lizzy went, inching a bit away from her after she mentioned blood control, Kleo casually sat on the floor, leaning his back against a wall. "What's up guys. I'm Kleo. Age twenty one. As for what I do?"

He couldn't help himself. He grinned at Sage one second, then to everyone else in the room, his body went limp and unconscious. At first nothing happened, but he quickly took control of Sage. To all the others, even Sage who was clearly aware of what was going on, Sage began to behave differently. "Hey baby." Kleo said, making a sexy face towards Austen. "How's it goin'" Though soon after he could taste the whiskey that the man was drinking. "Whoa, dude, geez that alcohol!" Sage's voice said, disgusted. Kleo sat Sage back down safely before returning to his own body. "Blegh! Agh, god..." Kleo's body came back to life as he stood up, almost gagging. "I can still taste it...ugh." Kleo went to grab his cup of ramen. "Well, that's pretty much all there is to me any who. Next person go..." Making loud slurping sounds as he ate his ramen, Kleo intently listened, genuinely interested in who these people were, while still trying to rid his mind of the bitter taste.

Sage blinked as his body was taken control of. Glaring he'd give a wild smirk. He didn't tell anyone his powers... he wasn't going to....though.... revenge is a dish best served cold. He'd continue drinking the whiskey before giving a wink. "Careful what you do to others, you just might not like their drinks." He'd say taking another drink in front of Kleo.

Though no one would notice it, he was practicing his powers on Kleo, it was time for some sweet revenge. He'd muster up an illusion, though Arian might notice what he was doing, the kid had been around him for a while. The illusion would show stacks of bills on the table, along with cigarettes and whiskey. A little further up would be a juicy burger, looking steaming hot and fresh. Behind the boy he would hear a bark, and then a small boxer puppy with tan fur and a black nose would run up and sit in front of the boy, his tail wagging furiously.

As he focused on the illusion, he'd wait for the next person to speak.

Riley had been searching for the kitchen for quite some time waving his hand at most people he had bumped into, he looked at the shower line and he ran his hand through his greasy black hair. "Meh, I'll take a shower last," Riley said, he navigated his way to the first floor of the building and noticed the group having a little talk session. Riley's stomach growled, kitchen is first priority though and he started to speed walk from the group ignoring the ramen.

The kitchen door was already open and it had seemed the person cooked the instant noodles inside here, he raided the pantry trying to find something to eat until he found the food his was looking, Pop-tarts. He tore the box and ripped through the silver bag containing the pop-tarts and he started to gobble them down, after he had eaten two he looked at the living room and started to head towards there still eating the pop-tarts.

Riley entered the room and plopped himself down on a nearby chair and gulped down his food before he spoke, "Well... I am Riley, Riley Nguyen and I'm sixteen years old, my power is kinetic absorption and my weaknesses are fire, water, and lightning also I am extremely scared of bugs and heights."

Austen balked as Sage - or Kleo - spoke to her, contorting his face in a strange way she supposed was meant to be seductive. Her eyes darted wildly and she took a few steps back. Luckily, it was over in a moment and she slowly returned to the group, wanting to hear what they all had to say. Lizzy; blood manipulator. Kleo; possession? Sage; unknown. Arian; shadow manipulator. Riley; kinetic absorption. Wow, what a group they were, and that wasn't even all of them.

"I suppose you should know my power," Austen said a bit quietly, unused to calling attention to herself. Without making sure anyone had heard her, she walked to the kitchen and returned with an apple. "I can age anything that's made up of living cells, including people." Austen gingerly took off one of her gloves and held the apple in her hand. It took a few seconds for it to deteriorate to nothing, just dust falling through her fingers. She wiggled her fingers, enjoying the feel of air on her skin, but then plunged her hand back into the glove. "I can't control it, it just happens when something or someone touches my skin. So, please, keep your distance, I don't want to accidentally take some of your life."

Erin ignored the boy's near-nakedness with a scoff and pushed herself inside to shower. The water was wonderfully warm, but every few seconds, she turned it down, suddenly feeling a bit too heated. The whole situation wasn't exactly great on the nerves. Stuck with a bunch of shy morons it seemed, or snarky males. She knew she shouldn't be so quick to judge, but at the same time, she didn't feel any safer with this group than she would be alone.

She dressed and ran her fingers through her long hair, wondering if putting it up would be safer for them since her hair did draw attention. She eventually did pull it up in a loose bun at the nape of her neck and since her hair was still wet, it was darker. For a bit, she would blend better.

Finding everyone downstairs in a strange gathered circle and looking so much more like a regular group of teens, Erin paused to listen, frowning at the display Kleo made with Sage's body. Remaining on the stairs to watch, Erin sat down and rolled her eyes. Introductions -- like the first day of class. She wasn't into it. After only a minute, she ducked into the kitchen.

Finding a cloth tote bag meant for groceries, Erin began grabbing supplies. She had seen other bags with the group and figured a few others had had some intelligence to grab essentials. At least food. Erin took a can opener, a knife with a sharpener which thankfully had a sleeve, some utensils, soap, and moving back to the stairs to search the bathroom and bedrooms, she heard more introductions which she forgot almost immediately.

Female products, two towels tucked under her arm, some change, a roll of pink ribbon, hair ties, a belt, a tie...Erin found another backpack too. Well, more of a duffel bag she supposed. It looked military. Perhaps the father had been a soldier.

Hopping back down to the group, Erin walked through them to the where she supposed the back door was. Indeed, she was right. And along the wall, a door to the garage. Here she found tools and rope. Wonderful. Erin greedily filled the duffel with bungee cords, some twine, a hammer, nails, a canteen that hadn't seen daylight for years it seemed, and a small hatchet. She wasn't keen on weapons, but couldn't rule out that they may need to fight. Otherwise, it was good for perhaps cutting down wood if they decided to stay outdoors and needed warmth and a fire to cook with.

When she returned to the group, she dropped the duffel down hard. It was heavy and she glanced over to the closest young man, Sage, she thought his name was. "You can carry that, yeah?" she asked, pointing down to it.

While the others showered, talked, and milled around, Jay was standing in a walk-in closet, debating which clothes to wear.

This family wasn't exactly fashion ignorant, but there wasn't anything really to his taste. All boring clothes. Military attire, bland green/tan t-shirts, white socks...three guesses as to what the father did.

Oddly enough, the mother's clothes seemed more attractive to him. Skinny jeans, tight shirts...was he her size??

He finally made up his mind. After using the sink to "shower" (for once, he was glad that his grandparent's apartment in korea was so small...it had taught him how to wash up efficiently) he pulled on a pair of dark jeans (a little loose on him, but they would manage...) along with one of the tighter long-sleeved shirts, and topped it off with a nice but casual suit jacket. He 'borrowed' some of the presumed wife's hair products to gel up his hair in his favorite mohawk style, which led to him sampling the rest of her skin products.

Teeth brushed, skin exfoliated and moisturized, and finally feeling 'clean', Jay slipped out of the master bathroom and towards the kitchen, where the most noise was.

Were they...eating?

This wasn't part of the plan...just clothes, and then leave. Jay's stomach didn't care much for the plan, though, growling loudly. All right. Amendment one. Clothes, eat, then leave.

He overheard the shpiel about the bag for their old clothes, and dumped his accordingly. He frowned at the selection of ramen (maruchan? Seriously? Where was the good stuff?) but he was hungry and he supposed he could settle...

Taste beat out hunger eventually. He only got through half of his noodles before he couldn't eat anymore. So bland! No flavor, and totally not spicy enough. Making a face, he offered his noodles to someone else as introductions went around, memorizing the names.

"Jason Park," he said, pointing to himself, "Call me!...Jay..." he was pretty sure his ability was obvious, and he didn't feel like explaining himself further. He eyed the dust left behind from the apple, wondering if anyone was going to clean it up. He'd give it five minutes...

(OOC: Check the OOC's please. Oh, and I accidentally tagged Kleo twice. :/)

(Sorry it's so short, I just needed to get something out before I went to sleep)

She had eventually took an available seat on the sofa.

There was Austen. Another male -- Arian Ceasar began to talk. Shadow manipulation. Likes... Dislikes. His interest fits him.
The sly gesture Sage gave to her did not necessarily get her going although it was pleasant to see him getting 'friendly'. And by his words, it was plain to see that he truly knew who he was and didn't deny it. But she liked that. A man that was able to openly express himself without a care in the world. For now his powers remained unknown but maybe there was a reason behind it. Perhaps she could figure it out. Or maybe he would slip up. She batted her full thick eyelashes until returning her own ' 'notice' you as well look still unsure of what to make of him. Sonya continued to watch him for a moment as he confiscated a bottle of whiskey and began to down the burgundy burning liquid. Without wanting to, her cerulean orbs traveled over to the current speaker.

Lizzy, a blood manipulator. A few questions popped into her mind, for a second she thought about asking but another person quickly took the reigns before she could get a word out.

Kleo. The one whom she had not got off on the right foot with started to speak. All the way from his idiotic plan of wanting to steal a car which would not work because there was no way all of them would fit in a standard five or six person car. To his offending comment of calling radioman the only competent one. That did not sit well with her. But she did not know him, and now was not a time for making accusations. Hell, the two could end up becoming good friends. Possibly. As he continued on with his words Sonya perked up a bit because she was interested in his ability.

When his body went limp and completely still, her first thought was to help but a couple of seconds later Sage had began to act unusual. Bending her eyebrows in confusion brought an understanding memo until the whiskey bit. Just seconds ago Sage was drowning in it now all of a sudden it became disgusting. But everything became clear after Kleo suddenly came to. He was still commenting on about the taste but she had plenty of sense to conclude his ability has something to do with possession. That could become a potential problem so she made mental note to keep an 'eye' on him.

The second Asian man rejoined the group hand in hand with poptarts. Oh how she hated those things. Again Sonya learned more about the cast. Riley Nguyen. A bit young. His ability of absorbing energy.

Soon the blonde was talking again. This time having the initiative to explain her ability. It was fascinating yet something like can be looked as a curse especially if she could not control it. Not being able to touch anything or be touched and she meant that in the most non-sexual way possible. How could she hug another person, or participate in daily activities with others. Candidly, it did make her reflect on her own powers. As far as keeping distance; check. Maybe the two could have a personal conversation at some point.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sonya could see the silhouette of the red-head as she left the room abruptly. Thinking it was a bit rude of her to just ignore the group as they were finally trying to come together. It annoyed the hell out her especially when she returned with a large bag, urging Sage to carry it without even introducing herself. Figures.
Next up was the eccentric and somehow stylish Asian male. Jason Parks. A generic name for anything but a generic guy. Jason seemed liked the kind of guy who would be a fun person to hang out with. The guy was like a living tape recording with an endless amount of cassettes. She would bet her last dollar that sound effect people would kill to have him. And it was times like this when she did not understand why all supernatural beings were considered dangerous. If anything, Jason was more likely to make someone pop a gut from laughter than with pain.... And there was probably so many other great things the bunch could do.

A bit of surprise came over her features once the quietest of the bunch began to talk. Sonya noticed a bit shuffling over her words. Nervous maybe. If she could help by making her feel comfortable then she would. Still watching, a grin graced her lips once Victoria commenced her powers. It was beautiful. Being able to move water according to manipulation. The woman brought her hands to her damp hair. Now soft and completely dry. Victoria's power was definitely a wonderful gift to be bestowed -- in her eyes anyway. After the show was over. It appeared to be her turn.

"My name is Sonya Blake. I'm 19 and I was in C-CLASS for about five months." Not nearly as long as some of the others but it was long enough.

So far so great. Even the display of powers were being shown, she thought why not demonstrate her own.

Glancing around the room, she spotted a small pocket knife lying on the coffee table. Leaning up from her spot to confiscate, the woman opened the utensil. Carefully slicing into the palm of her hand urged a trickle of warm crimson liquid to spill. The cut was not that large, only enough to display what she needed. Holding her hand out as the wound began to seal slowly together. The torrent of pain now seeping away.
"I have the ability to heal myself and others. It has its drawbacks like any other. But as far as I'm concerned anything pain related like cuts, broken bones, burns are all within my means... I've never tried it on anything supernatural besides my self."

Sonya grabbed a Kleenex from the box stationed on the table to dab at the loose blood. Waiting for the next person to continue.

(Okay, so I lied. Really wasn't expecting all of this .-.)

Epiphany walked into the house and observed it. She gasped lightly, she was defintly going to regret doing this. The house was lovely, it gave off a comfortable, warm feeling; something she hadn't felt in years. She had saw that some people had apparently taken a shower, and gotten new clothes at it too. The thought of taking a shower nearly made the teen jump with joy.

Epiphany located the stairs and walked up them, as she knew all rooms were up there. Said girl found a room that was obviously for a teenage girl, the amount of pink in the room was dreadful. Her eyes drifted over to the open closet, which was filled with clothes. Her closet used to be like this, until it was reduced into only one thing, the uniform she was wearing now. Epiphany ran her hand through the tangled mess of hair on her head, and began to select clothes.

She took out a pair of jean shorts, a white sweatshirt with a navy anchor on it, a matching purse, matching earrings, and a pair of navy slip-ons. Feeling happy with what she choose, she headed out of the room and to the nearest bathroom, which was in the master bedroom. The door to the bathroom was opened, so she knew no one was occupying it. The girl entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped herself of the dirty uniform. After folding the uniform, she stepped into the shower and sighed in ecstasy. The warm water felt divine against her skin. Epiphany lathered her hair with a bottle of shampoo nearby and washed her body with soap. After the shower, she dried herself off and put on the clothes she choose.

The wavy-haired girl headed downstairs just in time to hear people introducing themselves and their powers. So far there was Arian, Sage, Lizzy, Riley, Austen, Jason, Vicky, and Sonya. She was sure happy that the girl Vicky had removed the water from her hair with her power, she made a mental note to thank her later on. Everyone's powers were very interesting, Epiphany was even a bit jealous of them. Deciding it was her turn, she thought of words to say, as she wanted it to be quick and simple. Once those words were found, the girl cleared her throat.

"I'm Epiphany Everdeens, and I explode." She spoke, hoping she wouldn't have to go too into her power and explain it. She wanted to remain the person that no one paid any mind to.

D....Dog???

Immediately Jay stiffened up (if such a thing was possible) and stood up. He didn't want to be too obvious about his fear, especially in front of these people he didn't know well, but he also didn't want to be near any dogs, invisible or not.

"Where?" he asked, voice nonchalant despite his slightly trembling hands, "I don't see anything."

He noticed where Kleo's eyes were trained. Picking up some empty ramen cups, he walked away, dumping them in the trash, and staying there until the matter of the invisible dog was settled.

He tried to focus on what Arian had been saying. "Final Destination...." he said grimly before breaking out in song: "New York, New York!" He was distracted by his fear of the possible dog, but still sounded flawlessly like a confident Frank Sinatra. He reiterated his point by quoting Dodge himself: "The goal is New York City. It's close, it's big, a bit pricey, but hey. It's the Big Apple, right? Why shouldn't we get a slice?"

Then there was the deal with "milking the house". That was definitely not part of the plan. New York was part of the plan. Clothes and food and leaving were part of the plan. Jay had morals. He only suggested stealing from the house because he thought they would only be taking clothes. Not this duffel bag that Erin had lugged over, or whatever else Arian wanted.

He sang again: "All I need, is the air I breathe, and a place to rest my head," before speaking in the smooth, recognizable voice of a blind man who sang "Georgia" and the appropriate "Hit the Road, Jack": “I'm not into the money thing...All I need are clothes on my back, a decent meal, and a little loving when I feel like it. That's the bottom line."

He paused, before finally concluding with another famous black artist who had died in a drive-by shooting in Vegas (but in his mother's voice, since she had been the one to read the interview to him): "Let me say for the record, I am not a gangster and never have been. I'm not the thief who grabs your purse. I'm not the guy who jacks your car. I'm not down with people who steal and hurt others"

Clothes. Eat. Bus. That was the plan. At least for him. They could find things later. He looked around the house. It wasn't fair to take more than they needed. Milking the house? What was it, a cow? They were already tiptoeing the line of law already. And there was only so much that he would push in terms of rules, and he had gone as far as he would.

Sonya would listen as the last woman vaguely explained her power. Blowing up. Does that mean there was a possibility of blowing up others if close enough? If so then it would be best to keep her calm at all times.

Again Arian began to speak. He was becoming quite talkative although the same could be said about her as well.

'In my opinion, there are two courses of actions available right now. One, we can hide in the forest or in a remote area until everything calms down a little bit. However, by doing so, we will knowingly limit our actions since we have to blend in and do everything in our powers to make people stop noticing us.'

The brunette would definitely not want to be in a dirty and unstable environment again.

'The second course of actions is to... go abroad, get away from this country. By doing that, we can hopefully avoid the government and have a better chance at having a normal life. However, the disadvantage of doing such actions is...the paperwork. We will need to create false identities, maybe even suppress our powers until we can get out of the US. It's very complicated and unless one of you know how to create false identities, we are all walking blindly right now.'

Neither did she want to be forced to leave the country as Plan A right away. It did not come down to that point yet. And even if it did Sonya was unsure of whether she would be able to do so. False identities was something they needed anyway especially if they were planning on interacting with others. So many opinions... So many personalities... So little time...

'The next problem I'd like to discuss with you all is the role of each person in the group. I recommend us not finding a leader right now. We are still in a state of shock and our minds have not fully believed that we have escaped so we shouldn't choose a leader. It would just lead to some sorts of power struggles and frankly, I don't believe fighting against each other is a wise action right now.'

That seemed a bit funny especially considering he was sounding more and more like one every time he talked. Arian had a lot to say, he had strong opinions about things. So far it felt like he wanted to assume that 'leadership' over everyone with his constant words of directing people what they should do next. Trying to be the voice of reason. Something so big as leaving the country was her first and valid point. That was not a part of the plan before the escape happened. In fact, Sonya could recall Dodge saying something about New York. If he mentioned anything about leaving the country then she was not so sure she would go along with the plan. So far she did not agree with any of his opinions. Not leaving the country and definitely not living like rats in a forest.

'The third and last problem I could think of right now is...the equipment. I believe we should milk the house for all its worth before leaving it. Let's write a list of things we will need before leaving. What do you think?'

What equipment could they possibly need? Were they going on a camping trip? All they would need was clothing and water/food. At least he was asking for opinions.

'WILL SOMEONE SHUT THE BLOODY DOG UP?!'

Kleos' sudden outburst caused her to purse her lips together in confusion. Until he seemed to calm himself down after Jason questioned it. He was definitely an odd one.

'The goal is New York City. It's close, it's big, a bit pricey, but hey. It's the Big Apple, right? Why shouldn't we get a slice?'

That voice. Dodge.... No. It was only Jason again using his ability to get his point across. Those were Dodge's exact words before the escape. There's millions of people in New York City. There's hundreds of vicinities. Blending in wouldn't be much of a problem there. It's not like they had signs painted on their foreheads that said 'Supernatural being'. And it isn't like they faced any deformities. Everyone was human. Everyone looked human. As long as no powers were being displayed then it wouldn't be a problem. Obviously the clothing ordeal was taken care of for now. A part of her began to think about the 'thing' she and Dodge talked about if the plan worked. There was sill a bit of reluctance. She did not know anyone of them well enough to offer up hospitality. But Sonya promised Dodge that she would at least try. So if the group decided to go with New York City then and only then would she mention her 'part' of the plan. Jason concluded with the lyrics of Ray Charles, and words from the infamous Tupac Shakur.

Aloud sound of something hitting another caused her to flinch slightly.

'Tell me, Jason...What is your power? Can you make money out of thin air? Or can any of you have that ability for that matter? And when I said 'money', I mean 'real' money, not an illusion.'

This guy was beginning to rub her the complete wrong way.

'Can you make food then, Jason? Or perhaps heal our stomachs to the point where we don't need food to survive?'
Which each and every new sentence her views on Arian were beginning to change.
'Perhaps you are suggesting that we should kill them and take away the money in the dead bodies?! That sounds like a fascinating idea!'

'I vote we leave the country. Fake ID's are easy. If we leave the country then, no one in New York will be able to notice us. I mean think of this, New York, in the USA where we are now... we can become the governments most wanted. The governments most wanted does not just get to stroll out into the streets in broad daylight.'

Shut up... Shut the hell up she wanted to say. But it wouldn't do any good to cause anymore tension.

'Say, you want to go to New York, right? What are you going to do when you come to that city? Remember, you don't have money, you don't have food, you don't have a single identification paper on your backpack, you don't even have spare clothes. How are you going to survive?'

How the hell would they survive in another country? Were all their problems just going to ameliorated because they left the country?.... No. It was stupid and irrational. Didn't Arian understand? It didn't matter where they went. Russia, Japan or the United Kingdom. They still faced the over all problem of money. And the second flaw with Arian's bright idea was how were they going to leave the country. Flights to other countries can run anywhere from five-hundred to five-thousand.

Did Arian have the ability to fly everyone out of the country? No.

The government wouldn't release names she was sure of it. At least not yet. In fact it was more than likely that the government would try to cover this thing up and keep it away from the public like they always do. If word got out that an escape at C-CLASS happened it would set off disaster in the communities. They were probably still trying to figure out who had escaped and who had died in the process. It didn't matter if they went to another country. The government could still find them. It was just a matter of time and apparatus.

Returning her gaze back to her hand and removing the tissue much to her surprise there was no blood staining the tissue. The blood looked coagulated. Almost like a oile of strawberry jelly. Slowly the blood returned back to it's liquefied form, forming a small puddle as it gather in the cup of her palm. Bringing her eyes up to Lizzy, the blood manipulator indicated that she had something to do with it. A small smile found its way on her lips. Again she applied the Kleenex this time allowing the blood to be absorbed into the tiny compartments of tissues.

When the familiar yet clearly annoyed voice sounded off, her eyes traveled over to the culprit. Sage. All but happy about the still unknown red-headed woman wanting him to lug around a bag that she packed. Some audacity. Not that she completely understood, Sonya could understand why he was a bit upset by it.

Their powers were plenty to be lugging around. Carrying extra and unneeded baggage would not only weigh them down but would add more to their list of crimes. Not to mention a bag of that size looked very suspicious.

'So miss Sonya... if you can heal others.... why don't you come try it on me?'

As soon as she heard her name Sonya spotted Sage leaning against the wall. He wanted her to heal him. She never tried it on another supernatural being before and obviously did not want to pass up the opportunity to experiment on him. Releasing a steady breath, the brunette stood up from the couch. A rush clambered though her body as her eyes came into contact with his. "I can try...."

Taking slow steps over to Sage it was then that she noticed how handsome he was. From his pale alabaster like skin, to his crystallized emerald orbs and rich onyx locks. And due to the height difference, she found herself having to crane her neck up a bit to look at him. It was difficult keeping her gaze on his because truthfully they intimidated her. And never had she felt that way when looking into a persons eyes. So she looked down at his frame, not finding anything that needed assistance.

"Where?" Her voice low, keeping it just between the pair.

The others seemed to be looking at Kleo as if he were insane. Jay had even asked where the dog was. "The f- Are you all deaf and blind?! It's right--" He looked back to where the dog was, and it had seemed to vanish into thin air. "But....b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but..." He looked around, everyone at this point ignoring his mad ramblings. "But....where did...." He swore there was a bunch of food on the table that he figured someone else had prepared, but that seemed to vanish too. "And the...but what..." At this point, he had resigned himself to be a lunatic, as everyone else did, so now he had no choice but to simply vanish into the background as the real adults continued their discussion of the issue.

And it was all quite valid. After all, going to New York didn't sound like a bad idea. It was really their only plan. It's not like they could just break into people's conveniently empty houses forever. But then Arian blew up with his own rant.

Wow. Kleo thought. And I thought the Sage dude was bad...

"Do any of you want to say something else?" Arian finally concluded.

"Yeah." Kleo piped up. "How 'bout you're nuts." Some people seemed to give him weird looks at that comment. "There was a DOG-- Look, that doesn't even matter!" He got up from his corner and looked directly at Arian. "First off, we get it, we're all feeling oh so terrible about stealing from this family. We know if we want to do anything we'll have to steal and crap." He then turned to Jay. "And he's right. We're criminals after all for all intents and purposes."

Kleo leaned back a bit, turning to the group. "But, leaving the country will be way too much noise, especially when we're a group this big. Security at the airport will have us in cuffs before we reach the airplane. Crossing the border into Canada's no good either because camera's and security guards are gonna see us and we'd just be followed. No matter what we'd be leaving a trail. Leave the fake ID's to me." He pointed to himself. "Making fake documents, birth certificates, credit histories, are no problem if you know how to beat the system like I do. All I need is internet access for a good day. Not too difficult for someone like me." He then folded his arms. "After that, we'd just have to live out our normal lives like normal people as best as possible. Use cash only, never fill out applications online, stay away from anything that could attract a camera crew, and essentially make as little splash in the pool as possible. That's my plan anyway."

Jason's dark eyebrows furrowed and his almond shaped eyes narrowed further as Arian spoke.

What was his power? Wasn't it obvious, with the conglomeration of voices? "Don't ask me stupid questions!" he said indignantly in response, the voice of the young girl from the Goonies clearly not matching his body. If that wasn't obvious, he didn't know what was. Although Arian brought up good arguments, they still weren't right. Being desperate didn't excuse anything.

"Thou shalt not steal," he said solemnly, before switching gears drastically, "Makes no difference who you are!"

A pause. And then snappily, he pointed at the clothes, "Steeeeerike one!"

He pointed at the empty ramen cups. "Steeeeerike two!"

Next he pointed at Arian, "Steeeerike three, and you're out!"

He motioned at Kleo. "Leaving the country will be way too much noise," he agreed, before glancing at Lizzy and adding, "New York is a good idea; big, loud and full of people, human and like us. And I think we should leave as soon as."

That was the plan, and he was sticking to it. If they didn't want to come, then fine, but that was his plan. "I don't know about you guys but...I'm leaving." He started towards the door, hands in his pockets. He paused, back to the wooden door, both to see if anyone was going to come along, and to pull on a pair of shoes.