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The Vigilante Village

The Vigilante Village

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Want to become one of the earth's mightiest heroes? Searching for a place to create your destiny? Look no further than here.

1,715 readers have visited The Vigilante Village since katyisaladybug created it.

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inspiration from a roleplay i partook in a year ago: http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/boot-camp-for-heroes

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~ Est. 1986 ~

"The one and only place for mutants, freaks, and prodigies without proper names."


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Somewhere deep in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee sits a campsite with many legends to its name. It is the only place in the world where people born or gifted with supernatural abilities can truly call home, and today, it is most known for its annual summer program. Established in 1986 by Elliot Lee, the Vigilante Village was created so that those desiring training and a future career as a crime-fighter can gain the skills they need while also making friends and creating valuable connections that can last a lifetime. It is unaffiliated with the American military and is completely run/protected by the world's greatest heroes. A good 80% of those who leave the camp go on to become vigilantes themselves, while 20% of those who previously attended the village come back to serve as staff members at least once in their crime-fighting careers.

The village, although technically a campsite, feels more like a town in nature than a place to spend the summer. There are hiking trails, a large lake, walls for climbing, a fighting arena, an armory, a mess hall, and cabins for staff and visitors. Unlike other sites, campers get to pick their own cabins as soon as they arrive. Each insulated cabin can fit up to five people and includes a sofa, some bookshelves, and a small kitchen. Ladders lead to the second story, where all of the beds are kept. (Although, there are always those few who prefer to sleep on the couch downstairs.) Girls room with girls and boys room with boys. Curfew is at 10 pm. No one is allowed to leave their cabin from that time until 6 am. No exceptions.

The camp takes in people from all over the world and does not discriminate against aliens, demigods, cyborgs, mythical species, or humans from other dimensions. And yes, one can even get accepted into the camp even if they do not possess superpowers. Sometimes brainy tech-freaks and amateur assassins wind up more successful than those who can shoot lasers from their eyes. Every camper will get a mentor: a staff member who will help them train and will track their progress all the while making sure that they are doing okay and adjusting to camp life.

All in all, the Vigilante Village is a place where heroes (and on rare occasions, villains) are born. Friends and enemies will be made, drama will be had, romances will blossom, and fights will ensue.

There's just one question...

Will you be joining us this year?



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|{ General }|
✤ No god-modding or controlling other people's characters. ✤
✤ No Mary Sues. Perfection is boring and stupid. This roleplay will be more interesting if characters are grey instead of black and white.✤
✤ Please don't be dramatic in the OOC. I can't tell you how many of my past roleplays have been destroyed because of drama. ✤
✤ Please don't be afraid to ask questions if you have any! There are probably some things that I haven't even thought of explaining yet, and your input is a huge impact.✤

|{ Reservations }|
✤ Yes, you must tell me that you want to make a character before submitting one. I do not take reservations over PM. Only in OOC. To join this roleplay, tell me who your favorite superhero is. That shall be the password. ✤
✤ You may create up to four characters. ✤
✤ There is no set date for when this roleplay will start, however, it should be no longer than a week away. So if you have a WIP, make sure to complete it by the deadline! ✤
✤ As for character sheets, they can be changed to your liking. Just don't leave out anything. ✤

|{ Posting }|
✤ All posts must be at least one or two good paragraphs. Don’t worry, I’m not a grammar or spelling nazi, but y’know…try to be as literate as you can. ✤
✤ Writer's block happens, and I understand, but please no one-liners. ✤
✤ Please don’t post until I post.✤
✤ Fights are allowed and encouraged, but please no autohits. There must be agreement between the two players for every punch landed. Also, killing is allowed. If you’re going to kill off your own character, that’s great, but if you want to kill off someone else’s character THERE MUST BE DISCUSSION ABOUT IT BETWEEN YOU AND THEM OR ELSE YOU WILL SURELY BE KICKED OUT.✤
✤ This is going to be the usual sandbox roleplay with an occasional plot device...but that doesn't mean I want it to completely die off because no one was active! If you can't commit to this, don't join. If you are going to be away, please let me know! Don't worry - I am a senior in high school with two jobs who is applying to colleges all the while contributing to the many arts programs in my town and participating in community service. I know and understand what the definition of 'busy' is. ✤
✤ Most importantly, have fun!!! ✤

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Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }




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The silver car decreased its speed once it came to the sandy, decrepit parking lot of the campsite. A rustic country fence separated the far-off cabins from the clearing, and the rolling Smoky Mountains of Tennessee were looming overhead like watchtowers. The sky was blue, cloudless, and welcoming. Everything was calm and quiet.

The golden-haired girl turned off the radio as she leaned towards the side window next to the passenger’s seat. She placed a hand on the glass, her eyelashes flitting faster than the wings of dragonflies as she processed the colors, the textures, and the sounds.
Joel stopped the car in front of the fence and turned off the engine.

“Well this is it,” he said after a few moments of silence. “You’re finally here. You made it.”

She gazed out the front window, her hands tugging at the bottom of her simple white v-neck. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, taking in the last of the scenery.

“There’s no one here,” she muttered.

“That’s because I had to get here early in order to help with the orientation,” he replied. “Just wait a couple of minutes, and this entire camp is going to be packed. Trust me.”


She shifted in her seat a little, uncrossing her legs and tightening her grip upon the pink crystal in her hands. It was her good luck charm, but he didn’t know that.

He placed a hand on her knee. “You nervous, Perry?”

She sucked on her lower lip. “A little, yeah,” she said with stiffened breath.

“Don’t be. You’ll get along just fine here,” he reassured her for the tenth time. “You’ll make friends and as soon as you know it, this place will become your second home. That’s what happened to me. That’s what’s happened to every single person who’s come here. You think I’m crazy now, but just you wait, Little Miss Perriwinkle.”

Giggling a bit, she turned her head to face his beaming visage. For a moment, he almost looked her age.

Jumping out of her seat, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. In those few seconds, they were as inseparable as conjoined twins. They shared the same blood, the same heart, and the same mind, and although they were seven years apart, they practically shared a soul.

“Thank you, Joel Stone,” she muttered, almost feeling tears behind her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Their arms still around each other, he patted her on the back, his eyes gently closed. “No problem,” he said. “I figured you needed this. I’m sure you need this…”

Finally, they both released their grips on one another, and began to gather their things. She put the pink gemstone in her pocket, while he popped out the Led Zeppelin album from the CD player and put it back in its case.

She opened the door, and could feel the intensity of the fresh country air waft into her nose and beat against her alabaster skin. Joel opened the trunk, and quickly, the two of them grabbed their suitcases. Once they had everything, he locked the car, and led her through the gateway; two wooden planks with a sign on top that read VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. The letters were composed of white hemp cords that looked as though they would never fade away despite their years in the rotting summer sun.

Cabins and wooden huts that looked as though the Cherokee had built them circled around the man and girl as though they were in the middle of some ancient European square. He led her to a bulletin board near a large flagpole. There were two banners waving at the top. The first, obviously, was the American flag. The second was colored a light blue and contained a decorative crest composed of steel, seven stars, and a shield.

“That’s the flag for the W.A.O.H.: the World Association of Official Heroes,” Joel said once he noticed that her head was trained upwards. “They’re the ones who provide the funding for this place.”

He pointed to a paper on the bulletin board, which was green and had a bunch of slots for people to write their names in.

“When you find a place you want to room in, just remember to come back here and write the number of your cabin, and then your full name.”

“Okay,” she said. “Don’t know if I’ll remember that, but I’ll do it.”

He nodded, and their eyes locked. The caramel highlights within Joel’s dark hair glinted like gunmetal in the shimmering sun.

“Alright, Perriwinkle…this is where I leave you. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to.”

She snorted. “Important my ass!” she teased. “It’s not like you’re in the Bronx chasing after crooks and shooting up drug lords. You can unwind, y’know. We’re in the South now.”

She had said her last sentence in a drawl that partially mimicked his. He laughed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll understand someday…when you’re in the same position as me and mentoring some little spunky girl with wind powers.”

She snorted again. “That’s a stupid thing to do! Why would I ever do that!”

They hugged again, although not as tightly as before.

“I’ll see you later, Perriwinkle,” he said before quickly disappearing into the dust.

The girl tightened her grip on her suitcase, twirled her lucky stone around in her denim pocket, and without delay, chose a path.

Every so often, she would look left and right, making sure that nobody was following her or that there were no ghosts around to haunt her or anything. Eventually, she found a cozy-looking cabin situated just underneath a large basswood tree. There was a small plaque on the door that had the number ’12’ nailed upon it with wooden planks. Since ‘12’ was a lucky number of hers, she took it as a sign to go in.

The creaky door slammed behind her, and the smell of pine wafted into her nose. The temperature was surprisingly cool and comfortable, and there was quite a lot of light. She smiled at the sights of the sofa, coffee table, and full-size refrigerator behind the island counter near the backmost wall. This wasn’t your regular, crappy, mosquito-infested cabin that she had read about in children’s books.

She groaned when she saw the sight of the ladder leading upstairs to the beds. Still, it wasn’t a skin off her back. Tightly grabbing onto the handle of her rolling suitcase, she propelled herself into the air with a large blast of wind, and gently floated down like a dandelion seed until her feet reached the second floor. With all her strength, she lifted her suitcase up upon the edge of the farthest bed, and curled her body onto the remaining part of the mattress.

This was it. This was the first time she would be in a place of social interaction with kids her age. It was tragic to think about, but it was happening and she was scared and excited and at the same time, contemplating why she was alive.

It would be an adventure far more entertaining than the ones she had created on the streets of New York.

Hearing sounds coming from outside, Perry lifted herself off the bed and scurried to the nearest window. She watched the teens her age pass by with wide eyes. She wanted to greet them, but at the same time, felt like a queen safe inside her castle tower. So in that moment, she decided to stay inside. Perhaps she didn’t need to go up to them. Perhaps they would come to her…




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After leaving Perdita, Joel put both of his hands inside his jean pockets and sauntered towards the staff cabin. He had important matters on his mind, but at the same time, hoped he would be able to fool around with old friends and meet some of the new staff that had been hired during the spring.

Once he came to the large cabin that almost looked three-stories high in length, he produced a pair of silver keys, twisted them through the lock, and walked inside.

It was dark, meaning that no other staff members besides him had been inside the building yet. However, that still didn’t mean that Clover Collins, the lascivious woman in charge of the Vigilante Village, wasn’t inside her office.

He came to her quarters and knocked on the door, which was about a quarter of the way open.

“Clover?” he called. “It’s me, Joel. Are you in here?”

He pushed upon the knob a bit and realized that there was nobody home despite the fact that the lights were turned on.

Right away, he noticed the envelope upon her desk that had his name written on it in bright red letters. He strode into the room, which smelled heavily of lipstick and jade incense, took the envelope between his hands, tore it open, and read the letter inside…

Dear Joel (or if you’re not Joel, which I doubt you are, whoever may be reading this),

I am currently away in Georgia dealing with some important, confidential matters that are of no importance to you or anyone else. While I am gone, I ask that you take care of the camp for me in my absence. God knows how little I do for this godforsaken place anyways. You folks practically keep the site in one piece. Make the kiddies happy and entertain them as best you can. I’ll be back in a day or less. (Hopefully…)

XOXO and a lick or two,

Clover Collins


He folded it and placed the letter, as well as the envelope, back upon her desk. He raised a brow. Important matters? The vagueness of it all planted a seed of suspicion inside his head. Clover Collins was not a woman to trust easily. It was no secret that she had been a cold-blooded killer in her past life; working with a band of deadly assassins who had occasionally affiliated themselves with the mafia. Yet, somehow, she was let off the hook and eventually elected the leader of the Vigilante Village. She was charming, headstrong, and down-to-earth, but certainly not clear. Her motives were unreadable. Her true opinions, well…those were things that only the good gods above knew.

And yet she depended on him. She let him know what was going on, despite the fact that they hardly ever talked. Still, there was a tone she used whenever she talked to him that never failed to place tension in the air. She used charismatic words and gestures whenever she saw him, yet at the same time, her cat-eyes always glared at his with malicious irises that just screamed distrust. She didn’t like him. He knew it. He didn’t care why she didn’t like him, but at the same time, he wanted to know why…

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joel searched through the drawers of her desk until he found a green clipboard and a ballpoint pen. He grabbed a couple of the papers from inside the filing cabinet in the back of the room, and headed back outside, where he sat upon the front porch steps of the staff cabin.

The papers he had attained from Clover’s office had the names of the campers on them, their powers, ages, hometowns, and physical descriptions. There were even a few pictures next to the names of teenagers who had attended the camp in previous years. Relaxed and sturdy, Joel clicked the pen and languidly watched the kids enter the Village. As he checked off the names of the young adults who arrived, he finally had the feeling that this summer would be a great one.

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Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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Sara watched as the trees whisked past. Majestic boughs stretched over her, casting dappled shadows that fell behind her as she ran. The battleaxe and twin hammers strapped to her back and thighs, respectively, gave her incredible stamina. She smiled and leapt agilely over a fallen log, the knives inside her robotic leg lending her speed and and adding height to her jumps. Sara slowed and her power core hummed and glowed as she caught her breath.

Feeling her semi-machine lungs expand to accommodate more oxygen, she sighed contentedly as she gazed at the wooden signs with the familiar words emblazoned in white- VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Smiling and readjusting the bag on her back, Sara walked into camp.

She wandered around, weaving contentedly between the cabins she remembered so fondly. She briefly contemplated how many of her old friends would be gone.

Sara sighed and headed towards her favorite place in the entire camp- the arena. She couldn't wait to train, and with her new armory of this year, she was well prepared to kick some serious butt. She walked into the ring, drawing a scimitar and throwing down a small doubloon-looking coin. The coin shimmered and started to billow out in gold clouds that looked quite a bit like cotton candy. Sara tapped into her machine, enabling her aimbot and damage meters. The golden pirate that had emerged from the tiny coin lit up in colors, much like a heat detector.

Sara grinned- she'd been training with this small device almost all year, and it knew her style. A real challenger to her battle skills. She watched her opponent's color readings closely for indication of an opening. They circled, and with a quick feint and roll to the side from the cyborg, the battle was on.

The golden warrior leapt back, his agility and ability matching hers. Sara held her scimitar towards the pirate, and as expected, he attempted to disarm her by slicing at her wrists. She drew up the blade almost instantaneously, deflecting her opponent's blade and flicking it to the ground, immediately seizing his openings and stabbing down where his unguarded arms were.

He leapt backwards into the air, his agility enhanced as he did a flip. "Just like something I'd do," Sara muttered to herself. "I'm such a show-off." She swept as his ankles as he landed, slicing his left foot clean off and the right severely maimed. The pirate hobbled towards her, his speed and agility decreased but still retaining his brute strength. She exchanged a flurry of parries and thrusts with the warrior, eventually chipping off his fingers and a large chunk of his abdomen. He seemed to be behind today.

Landing a few more lucky hits, the pirate eventually sputtered to a stop, and Sara drew a small handgun and shot him in between the eyes. The pirate shattered into golden shards of glass, which shivered and flew up into the air, meshing and landing in Sara's palm as a coin once again. She exited the arena, her adrenaline and excitement for the new year pumping. She rubbed her warm power core in between her shoulder blades, and meandered towards a large tree where she leapt vertically into its welcoming boughs. She sat, dangling her feet- one metal and one flesh- over the edge of the thick limb. She watched the entrance, noticing campers begin to wander in.

Feeling her power core finally cooling down, she set her path in a beeline to her cabin of last year- Cabin Twelve, under the basswood tree. She pushed the door open hesitantly, listening for sounds and emotion. She sensed a feeling of brief wonder from upstairs.

Shrugging, Sara walked into the huge living room, swiftly scaling the ladder with silent footsteps. Slinging her bag down again onto a bed with no regard to the assorted deadly weapons and bombs contained inside, she quietly approached the girl.

"Hello! I'm Sara. Second year here at the Village. What's your name?" She offered a friendly hand to the girl, who had a seemingly innocent face and wide, doe-like eyes. Sara smiled- this girl was a whirlwind of emotion that she had no care to decipher.

The cyborg girl only knew that this new camper held adventure and memories-to-be in store, along with everyone new this year.

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{"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
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The rattling steel doors of his beat-up, rusty, green truck was beginning to give him a headache. It was like a constant gravel road, but without the gravel, it was just his shitty truck. Thanks dad. Although he meant that in the most sarcastic of ways, he also meant it sincerely, if it weren't for his father he would never have found out about this place. Lou saw the turn off that was circled on the map his dad had given him, slowing down and easing into the turn Lou made his way up further into the woods to get to the sign-in area. As he reached the top of a hill he saw the sign, VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Yup, pretty clear that this is the place to be. Lou pulled out of the way and parked, twirling the keyring around his finger before shoving the keys into his pocket and hopping out of the car. He let out a sharp whistle as he looked around, he squinted a bit from the sun's glare. It was pretty bright. Well, then he remembered he was more suited for nighttime anyway.

Lou stretched his legs before walking over to what appeared to be cabin sign-ups? From all the summers camps he could remember they just stuck you in one and tough luck if you and your friend weren't in the same one. He snorted quietly to himself and looked over the cabin numbers. He groaned internally and then decided he would simply choose randomly, write in his name, then wander about hopefully finding his cabin. He scribbled his name in accordance with "Cabin four" and then set off to find it. His duffel-bag slung over his shoulder he made his way in a random direction. To his unfortunate discovery he had gone in the complete wrong direction because these numbers were just getting higher and higher. He stopped briefly at a cabin that read "Cabin Twelve" he only stopped because he heard commotion within, he thought about knocking and asking for directions, but then his man-pride kicked in and he drew in a sharp breath and turned on his heel marching off in the opposite direction. He'd find it on his own. He was a full-grown man dammit.

So after more tedious walking, which wasn't much considering all the work he had to do back on the farm, he finally found cabin four. A huge grin on his face, Lou pushed open the door and strode in with confidence. He usually would be more subtle but no one was there yet so who cares? Once inside he took a deep breath in, so deep his lungs felt like they were gonna burst, then he exhaled and fused with the few shadows that lingered even in the lighting of the cabin. He slunk low into the darkness, his bag seemingly floating a few inches off the ground as he slithered up the stairs. He kept close to the dark until he reached a corner bed, he rose slowly from the shadow and placed the bag onto the mattress. He sighed for a job well done and so far a good first day at the Village. He slumped down onto the bed and shut his eyes for a bit, after he turned off the lights in the cabin.

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Mihyo had already been toying with her phone for minutes as their car speed through the same scenery of the country side. All the trees and grass ran together as the car woodshed by them, eventually Mihyo didnt even bother staring at the whirlwind of analogous greens and occasional browns and whites signifying the ones that had died and shriveled up into the void of uselessness. Kind of like Mihyo's hopes of actually finding a decent signal to access her social networks. She was probably missing out on some important news on some very important things happening in a very important random which a very important person like her was apart of. And if she missed it and fell behind she'd be label as a social pariah and have to settle with fortune telling for a living because she wouldn't be allowed to show her face. Yes, Mihyo was definitely a drama queen.

"Is literally everyone in the countryside a turtle and don't have need for a cellular network?" Mihyo groaned and let her head harshly fall onto the back of her seat.

"Mihyo, they don't have a need for towers because they can actually occupy themselves with things other than their smartphones-assuming they actually use smartphones." Mr. Yoo smiled as he looked into his rear view mirror to glance at his daughter.

"Okay Mr.When-I-Was-Your-Age-I-Brought-Dead-Things-Back-To-Life-And-Played-With-Those." Mihyo said in a mocking tone. Watching time had its limit since they don't sell 50 inch temporal bubbles anywhere. And her garden only had so much space! And the devil would have to damn her to hell before she would heavy lift for fun; even though she altered the weight of the object she likes to think she put in some effort.

Mr. Yoo sighed and Mrs. Yeon spoke up. "Listen, we know you're not happy about this whole hero camp thing and I can't say we're happy to send our daughter to some foreign place either but, we don't know any other Chronomagicians and your current Spatial Magician teacher only knows so much," Mrs. Yeon turned around and grabbed her daughters hand. "But if you want to learn control you have to do this."

Mihyo sighed and caressed her mother's hand. "Okay, you might be right or whatever." Mihyo mumbled.This made Mrs. Yeon smile.

"Oh look, we're here!" Mr.Yoo exclaimed. Their 2014 Blue Nissan Altima pulled up to some old looking campgrounds that was big enough to be a village. Mihyo stared at it in awe. Think about how many WiFi routers it'd take to cover the whole village! The bandwidth would probably be horrible too. This was going to be a long "vacation" as her parents liked to call it.

Mihyo stepped out of the car and got her two lavender suitcases and one royal purple duffle bag. She sighed and turned on her heels to face her parents. She wanted to cry but she was pretty sure that'd cause her parents to cry and when Mr.Yoo cries its a mess so Mihyo would like to avoid anything of that sort. After the usual goodbyes and Mr.Yoo denying that he was crying and it was probably the pollen in the air, Mihyo set off to find her cabin.

After a few minutes of frustrated searching, she found out that there were no assignments and it was basically a free for all. Mihyo thought this was totally stupid. Out of anger, she used her space fabric manipulation on a random door and made it lighter so it'd be easier to tear off the hinges. You'd think she was kidding but a princess like her didn't deserve this hard labor and she yanked the cabin door off that happened to be marked with the number 12.

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"Lil...LILY! You're doing it again" Nate moaned. Lily's face was pressed against the glass window of her and Nathan's BMW convertible. She lifted her head at his complaint and glanced around sleeplessly. "Huh?" she mumbled rubbing her eyes open. "Ooh sorry" she grumbled as she noticed the frost on the windows, the car had turned into an ice box and she could see Nathan's breath as he breathed heavily in the cool air. "Sleep frosting again?" Nate joked. Lily rolled her eyes, she was embarrassed for this happened often. She slumped in her seat and refocused her attention to the gorgeous forest they drove past. It was a beautiful day, warm and the trees were full of life. The Gift by Angels and Airwaves played on the radio, today was a going to be a perfect day.

The siblings had a hard year, after they left the camp they had to find a hide out for they were still on the run. Luckily they had met a man who offered them a temporary way out, he changed their identities and gave them a clean slate, but it wouldn't last long. Throughout the year they got jobs and helped those in need. The previous year at the camp had taught them a few skills to help protect civilians from danger. They earned money through anonymous tips that lead them to numerous villains. The duo became well off, but near the end of the year someone caught on and discovered their true identities, they were on the run again. The man that had offered them a way out was found dead in his Manhattan home, so they stayed under the radar and changed their location biweekly.

"Have you planned your welcome back party? Second year at the camp gotta be rowdy, right?" Nate chuckled and nodded "You know it sis, we going to get sloshed tonight!!!" Lily grinned in satisfaction.

After about an hour or so they finally reached their destination, Lily sat up in her seat with excitement as she read the sign at the entrance The Vigilante Village - EST. 1986 the siblings could feel it, they were home. Nate parked the car in the campgrounds parking lot and flung his door open, Lily did the same. They rushed to the trunk of the car and pulled out their suitcases in a hurry, they wanted to get to their cabins. Lily plopped her suitcase on the ground and gave her brother a big hug "We're here! Thank you for driving" Nate nodded "No problem sis, I'll text you the party details later!"

Lily took hold of her suitcase and made her way to her cabin. Cabin 11 the sign read. She walked in, the sight was familiar. She missed the pine smell of the cabin, the log walls and the cozy lounge. She made her way to the chambers half expecting someone to be there already, but it was empty. She claimed a bed and lied down, sighing in relief, feeling free and not on guard for a change.

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Nate made his way to the cabin he had stayed in last year. Cabin four the sign read. Nate burst through the door, he was hyper, excited and ready for the "new year". He glanced around and nodded as the memories of last years festivities surfaced. The room had changed little, everything was clean, Nate chuckled as he knew that wouldn't last long. He plopped his suitcase on the wooden flooring and paced around the room, trying to remember something. He spun on his heel and it clicked. He pushed a curtain on the south side of the room and glanced behind it, there were markings, a tally count to be exact, of the amount of parties he threw the previous year. He smiled and accepted his own challenge, there were 22 markings, this year he planned to have at least 30.

Nate made his way back to his suitcase and grabbed it wandering over to the chambers. He squinted his eyes at the dark room and without thought illuminated it. "Shit, sorry bro didn't see you there!" he apologized as he saw Lucian laying on one of the beds. Nate made his way over to a bed, the same one he slept on the previous year, and sat on the edge "I'm Nathan, or Nate" he introduced.

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"I say if you don't know, then you go slow."



Nike had been drawing for the past two hours in the back seat of her moms mini van right before she got sick and well- barfed. Now she was listening to music now, already passed the American border an hour ago, she knew driving to the camp took awhile, but this year felt like forever. She looked around outside, and saw trees, crops, small farm houses. Nike found that oddly comforting as her mom and dad talked in the front seat, unaware of their daughter staring out the window like a teenaged hipster. Nike always thought her parents were so cute together, both of them smiling- laughing at each other. They always had time to make fun of each other, and Nike smiled at the fact that they both pointed out flaws but accepted them. Nike shuddered when she remember that one memory of them arguing, right when she was a new born, over the fact when the doctor told them about Nike's power.

Nike turned on some Twenty One Pilots as she tried knocking that memory out. She tried thinking of camp as she did, and let out a happy sigh, all those happy thoughts flooding in made her feel warm, and then she remembered Matt. Yeah Matt. Nike had developed just a small crush on him last year, but being separated from him over the school year made her want to cry. He was like her other half. He really understood her in a way no one else did. His bleach blonde hair, and gorgeous smile flooded into her mind as she shook her head and blushed. Hopefully she'll be able to meet him today. The one thing she remembers most about camp is cliff jumping. And yeah into water. Her and Peter would always jump in, and Nike would always have to pull Peter out of the water when he froze up. She chuckled at the thought, and then watched her dad turn around. "Hey Kiddo." He said, while Nike turned her music off, and took off her headphones.

"Yeah Dad?" Nike mumbled, her voice happy, but a slight darkness hidden within it. "Me and your mom want you to enjoy your summer here ok? We'll miss you, but promise us one thing-" As he stopped he looked at Nike's mom exchanged a look, then placed his hand within hers and while fingers joined together. "Don't do anything.. Dangerous. You remember how scared we were last time you pulled.. Something like that off." He said, while tears formed in Nike's eye. "Nike he had to say it.. Were sorry ok?" Her mom said, without taking her eyes off the road. "Yeah.. It's ok. Just don't bring it up again." Nike muttered, a lump in her throat.

Soon they pulled up to the camp and Nike stepped out of the car, staring at the flag for a second and smiling. She looked at her mom, and dad and they got out and hugged her. In unison they both said "love you" and hugged and kissed her. Nike nodded and grabbed her bags and backpack while she walked away, watching her mom and dad drive away. She got registered, and hiked up and away to her cabin, hearing chatting inside already. She stumbled in and threw her bags on a bottom bunk, far enough away from all the other girls. She was now situated in cabin 12. This was her home now.

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"You will never be able to see the world in it's true colors, until you're covered in crimson."
[ Vigilante Village Outskirts - Cabin 11 ] [ Morning ]



Her hands were covered in dry blood, she was not giving the luxury of having enough time to clean them. The previous days were tiresome ones, she was not sure when the last time she slept was. It was sheer willpower that was keeping her feet from collapsing out from under her, however it was also stubbornness that made the situation worse. Her hair was a mess, her clothes needed washing, and still somehow she managed to look beautiful. As she walked towards what she understood was the camp she would be taking refuge at, she appeared to be very weary of the place itself. Her eyes darted this way and that, both surveying the area, and seemingly not trusting who may be in it.

Seraphiel wasn't happy to say the least. The idea of surrounding herself with a bunch of teenagers with superpowers seemed to be among the worse of her possible situations, but this was her last resort, and most likely one of the only places she would be - if not temporarily, safe. Or perhaps safe wasn't the word, how was being around a bunch of other super powered individuals a safe situation. She had spent the most recent hours avoiding familiar faces. It had not been very long since she infiltrated the government's labs, in a desperate attempt to find herself, or whatever was left of it. What she found would not even begin to piece together her forgotten memories. However, it was enough for her to come to the conclusion that the entire government was corrupt. She was sure it reached even further than the government, to average people, or others with abilities. The world turned round on lies and ignorance.

She wore nothing but a grey checkered long sleeve blouse, and a part of short jean shorts. Her feet were bare, appearing as if they'd been bleeding as well, though one could not be sure as they were also covered with dirt. Her whole body, with only the exception of her face was covered in red tattoos, which she made no attempt to hide or cover up. "Mae." A little girl materialized beside her, ever so frail looking, with pale lavender hair and even paler eyes. "I have stopped the nullification, master." She floated beside Seraphiel, her white drews flowing behind her. 'How many times do I have to tell you not to float like that when we're walking." A grin crept up on the girl's face as she landed gracefully on the ground, "It disturbs people, it's hilarious." she said in her usual monotonous tone.

Finally she had made her way into the camp, passing the parents dropping off their children. It was a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and what would seem to be pure annoyance. It was almost nauseating to be around so many people that were so oblivious to what was actually going on in the world. Seraphiel ignored the people around her, a few hello's were directed in at her and she simply ignored them. She made sure to give each face a voice however, and an overall mood and expression. Seraphiel contemplated her future movements, she knew she was not going to be able to stay at this camp for the duration of the summer. She also knew she was endangering the lives of the people around her. However, that was not something that she cared to concern herself with now.

She peered into the cabins, hoping to find an empty one, one she could have all to herself. Away from all of the children, she didn't have the patience to deal with being cramped in a cabin with other people. The easiest solution, would be just to make herself one. However, that was also the worst solution, but was it really? Every cabin seemed to have at least one person, or some kind of belongings sitting in it already. She looked down at her hands and then her feet, she needed to get rid of the blood, the blood that didn't belong to her. Seraphiel turned into what had looked to be an empty cabin, until she walked in to find another person, almost cursing herself in that very moment. She walked passed the brown haired girl, Mae no longer behind her. Finally she found a bathroom, almost too luxurious for a place like this, shut the door and looked up in the mirror as she cleaned herself up. Seraphiel Thompson she thought to herself, it was as much a lie as everything else about her was. She then played a guessing game with herself about her age.

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Matt's eyes drifted in and out of focus as he lazily watched the trees zip by in a blur. Normally he'd chide his brother for his disregard of speed limits, and he'd remind him of how recently he had gotten his license and how easy it was to crash, but this time he didn't bother. He too tired to argue, and Peter was just excited. Peter was also just a bad driver.

Matt found himself wondering for not the first time why he hadn't been more persistent about taking the bus.

Three sharp turns and one uneasy stomach later, Matt squeezed his eyes shut and regretted his decision. "You're going to get a ticket." he groaned, clutching on to the door handle. He took in a deep breath, then opened his eyes slowly and shot a sideways glance at his brother. He was sweating. Of course, Matt thought, frowning. "Either that or you're going to skid off the road."

Peter's focus on the road was unswayed. "Shut up."
he said, his voice tight. Matt doubted that he had even heard him.

With a scowl on his face, Matt strained his neck to see the speedometer, and with a stern look of disapproval he glared at his brother. "At least ease off the petal a bit, will you?"

Peter's eye glanced down, and with careful carelessness he brought the car to the proper speed limit. Matt glanced out the window, sighing in relief when he saw that the trees were no longer blurring together like they had before. At least if they crashed now, they wouldn't go flying through the windshield. "Sorry,"
Peter muttered, sounding more at ease now. "I'm just..." he paused, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. His eyes glanced up to the rear-view mirror for a short second before going intently back to the road. "You know."

Matt didn't, and sometimes he wondered if Peter didn't, either. "You know," he'd always say, but he'd never make any move to explain. Maybe he was just dumb and figured that Matt had mind-reading powers as well as his weather ones. Whatever it was, Matt found it easier to make a guess rather than try to beat Peter's feelings out of him.

"Nervous?" he asked. Peter shrugged.

"Sort of."

"Why?"

"I dunno."

Oh, Matt thought, leaning back in his seat. He'd had hoped that after spending three years straight by his brothers side he'd learned how to read him, but brotherly bonding was harder than he thought. It was moments like these where Matt wished that he really did have those mind-reading powers. They would have made things a lot easier. "You know, I'm sort of nervous, too." he lied. That seemed like a good start.

Peter glanced at him. "Oh yeah? Why?" Matt shrugged.

"It's just, like..." Matt paused. He hadn't thought of what he was going to say. "Who's gonna be at camp this year, what cabin I'm gonna be in, who I'm gonna get stuck with."

Peter laughed. "That's what you worry about in your spare time? Who your buddies are gonna be? God, Matvei."

Matt furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" he demanded, somewhat offended. "What's wrong with that? What am I supposed to be worrying about?"

Peter laughed again and shook his head. "Nothing, nothing." he said easily. He gave the steering wheel a turn, and Matt looked out the window to see that he realized where they were.





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Peter wondered if he'd ever not feel like the world was spinning around him whenever he drove. From a reasonable perspective, driving while feeling such a way was an awful thing to do, but so was the alternative of riding in a bus for two days and stopping at every stop imaginable. At least this way Peter could feel awful and have a fun road-trip at the same time.

"Get out,"
he said to Matvei, leaning over and opening the door for him. "Go find your buddies."


Matt unbuckled his seat belt and frowned when Peter didn't. "You could, you know, come with me."

Peter shook his head, declining. "I'm gonna sit in here for a bit," he said, then added when Matt gave him a look that resembled a mixture of concern and frustration. "I'll catch up! I'm not going anywhere." he promised. Matvei shook his head before hesitantly climbing out of the car, then he swung the door shut behind him as he headed in to camp. Peter slouched in his seat and sighed. He wasn't ready to go out yet. His stomach still felt like it was two bad moves away from making him hurl.

His eyes drifted upwards to the rear-view mirror, where he could see his jacket resting in the back seat. Don't, he thought, chewing at his bottom lip. Don't. But he was already unbuckling his seat belt and turning around to move the jacket out of the way, which then revealed the bottle of Smirnoff he had been smart to hide. He would have never heard the end of it if Matvei had seen it. Peter grabbed the bottle and temporarily put it on the passengers seat, then he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a green water bottle that was unfortunate to have a Mickey Mouse sticker stuck to it. He had probably bought it from the dollar store.

Don't, he thought again, but it didn't stop him from transferring some of the Smirnoff from the original bottle to the Mickey Mouse one. He sighed, closed the cap, then put the bottle back under his jacket and opened the door. He wouldn't come back to get it. He wouldn't.

"Matt!" Peter called, making sure to lock the car before he went to follow after his brother.


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Razzing. Joe was speeding it down the countryside at a incredible 120 mph, he had stol-accquired a new motorbike, this one he liked very dearly besides it always got the impressed the chicks. The BMW S1000XR 2015, aka Reus. That was he's name and impressing was he's game. Joe sped past all the unnecessary countryside bull shit he wasen't a fan of all this ''Oh were at peace bro, oh yeah it's so clean.'' kind of hippie thing. He thought it was kinda dumb. Joe had worked himself up over these past few days, about meeting some girls making some new bros. He thought it was great. He got himself so worked up even started to catch up to a car on the same destination, as he drove up to the window he stuck out his tongue, and gave them a clean finger then driving away as soon as possible to avoid a ole' rumble tumble.

When he had arrived at the old sign that said-VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986 he simply pulled out his pen marker, and drew a ''Shit!'' next to the Vigilante thus making it ''ShitVigilante.'' He's done this numerous times, probably every time he's come. Do they ever notice, or do they just don't care.. He'd sigh to himself.

He'd go to the center of the camp, directly to the bullet point. When he got there, he noticed that the campers had free will of there cabins. Joe would start tutting, he'd mumble to himself ''Don't they know this could cause confusion for the newcomers....Oh well i might as well fuck around with them.'' As one pulled up Joe would point him in the direction to Clovers office,

The boy had thanked him and Joe said it had been no problem as if he had done something righteous. ''What to do what to do..'' He'd pick his nose and flick a booger, the booger would land on the bulletin board. Joe started to walk off to find some rusty ole' cabins. He never was a fan of this ''camp.'' like feeling, it annoyed him it's as if they were on a hiking trip could they have not made it a little less presentable..This had been Joes 4th or 5th year at the cabin. It's as it he was a veteran! of this rusted shack.. Joe had got his pencil out, and put his name on the registering sheet, and he had not even bothered to look for a shack because he knew exactly which one he was going for number 4. The place of the party, the most electronic one the best one!

Joe had picked up his grey suitcase, and he's grey rucksack. What had he packed..it felt as though he was carrying the universe on his back, no for a strong boy like him this shouldn't be a sweat no of course. He started to speed it down, to cabin 4 all ready to wake up to some hot chicks and cool boys! He kicked the door open in his excitement, this was it no going back to the dull life time to take it eas- where the hell is everyone... ''HELLO!'' Joe had shouted, bah no point might as well check out the rooms he thought. He went up to the sleeping posts, and say the two engaging in a chatter, well time to introduce myself he walked over to them with confidence determined to make friends with them, they could be his best friends for the year until he fell over on a creaking floor board, he's baggage falling on Nate, Joes face planting the floorboards it had all gone in slowmotion, he had smashed through with his head making a small hole through the boards. He then looked up with a bloody nose and gave them a weak wave ''Hello-,fellow campers...''


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Kennedy had been singing, rather loudly, for the past hour and a half of her and Kian's car ride. Their car was an old, white jeep that had been partially refurbished at least seven times, and much against their parents will, it was one of their favorite things. Despite it's peeling paint and rather loud exhaust, it was a great size and had one of the best installable stereos money could buy. And currently, Kennedy was enjoying that aspect. "Kennedy, please," Kian mumbled, using his right hand to attempt to shut her up, while keeping his left on the wheel. To his delight, she actually stopped, however it was not due to his request, but instead the beautiful view.

"Wow..." Kennedy whispered, her face pressed up against the glass window as the car slowed to a stop. Finally, she thought, popping the car door open before Kian had even put it in park. She was more excited than she could contain, although she quickly calmed herself down, putting on a blank expression and glancing at her brother as he exited the vehicle. Kian laughed at Kennedy, noticing her sudden shift into her typical moody self.

"Help me with the bags," he muttered, opening the trunk and slinging his backpack on, along with a duffle bag over his right shoulder. Looking around at the the camp, he took a deep breath, smiling. He was so happy to be back. The past year at home had not been the easiest for Kian and Kennedy, their parents growing increasingly frustrated with most things they did, at least when they were around, so he was very happy to be back at a place he loved. A place they could go to get away. Kian was brought out of his daze when he was hit from the size by something weighing about 40 pounds, nearly making him lose his balance. "Heads up," Kennedy mused, chuckling at Kian almost lost his footing. She'd thrown her duffle bag to him, not wanting to carry it, and picked up her shoulder back. "Hurry up Kian, we've got to seize the day."

Kian simply scoffed and rolled his eyes in response, picking up the bag after gaining back his balance and slinging it over his other shoulder. He watched Kennedy grab out her other, much smaller bag, and close the trunk, then started walking. The overarching gate only made him more excited as he lead Kennedy to what he hoped would be her best summer yet. The two kept silent as the neared the cabins, Kennedy taking in all of the new sights. "So here's where I'll leave you. Find a cabin, okay? And be friendly, and mark a bunk. And I will be nearby if you need me." Kian took the second duffle off of his shoulder, handed it to her, along with a light pat on her back, and gave her a look to go. "See ya." Kennedy spoke both words slowly and thoughtfully, as if she had to force them out painfully. Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she plastered on her cheeky smile, winked at Kian, and turned towards the nearest cabin, cabin 11.

Kennedy rolled her suitcase to the door, taking a deep breathe before pushing it open. "Hello?" Her voice wasn't very loud, but it was loud enough that anyone in their would hear. Walking forwards, and arriving at the beds, she saw a girl laying on a bed and and waved her a small hello. "Hi, I'm Kennedy.


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Kian's eyes were trained on his sister until she entered the cabin. Good luck, he thought, beginning to walk and look around at the cabins. He wasn't quite sure where he wanted to room, and didn't want to make that decision until other's had, worried about taking a cabin that someone else wanted to be in. He dropped his duffle near a tree and pulled off his backpack, taking out his phone. He snapped a quick picture of the beautiful scenery, a little upset that it didn't come out as nicely as it looked in person, and then put it away again. He left his bags by the tree, heading towards the mess hall. Boy, was he hungry...

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Desmond sat in the backseat of the car, uncharacteristically quiet, simply watching the scenery as it flew past the car. Though if one looked closely there was a small but malevolent smile plastered over his face. This was going to be fun, dangerous, but fun. Staying at a camp filled with wannabe heroes for a whole summer probably wasn't the best idea for someone who aspired to terrorize the world with his special talents. Of course that's what was going to make it so much fun, the hint of danger around every corner. Still it presented an annoyance. Desmond was fully aware that by simply being there he would have to restrict his fun. This summer was not the time for blatant cruelty. The very notion of playing nice all summer forced a frown over his face. He'd have to find someway of having fun surrounded by all those no good heroes.

"Are you alright sir?" Muttered his usual driver, and long time butler Samuel. Desmond looked back almost immediately with the trademark grin so many of his family's employees have learned to fear, though Samuel here wasn't nearly as rattled by it as most are."Never been better Sammy! Can't wait to get there! This is going to be so exciting, new sites to see, new experiences to be had, friends to make, people to scare, and things to learn!" Samuel merely muttered in agreement with only the slightest hint of unease in his voice. Satisfied Desmond went back to thinking about the summer to come.

When they finally arrived Desmond wasted no time, quickly getting out of the car, eager to take his first look at the camp ground. Already it was starting to get busy with excited campers making finally arriving and parents leaving their children to whatever the summer will bring to them. Samuel exited the car not long after and began to fetch Desmond's bags. There was quite a bit more than the old butler expected so he gave his charge a quizzical look."My word sir. Do you really need all of this? How do you even plan on carrying it all?" Desmond could only sigh at the stupid question, as he created his copies. They emerged from his body in a rather theatrical, and dramatic fashion. Within moments where there was once only one Desmond now stood four. "Of course I need all this Sammy! I had to bring at least a few of my instruments along didn't I?" Desmond hated the idea of not being around at least some form of instrument mostly because that meant not being able to show off his talents at a moments notice. As he spoke his clones gathered all of his things, each one carrying a large bag, and at least one of his instruments. Desmond himself was carrying only a small backpack filled with clothes and other essentials.

Desmond waved a quick goodbye at Samuel who was quickly moving to leave now that Desmond was finally here. When Samuel had left Desmond examined the scene. It seemed that the campers were all allowed to pick their own cabins. Instead of choosing a cabin however Desmond decided to walk around exploring the camp ground a bit more. As he walked he kept an eye on many of the others trying to see who would be the strongest and the weakest. As he walked observing the campsite and it's campers his clones followed closely behind him.

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This was the third and final time the van stopped. The first time she was hungry after a few hours of sitting in the back of the large van, alone in the back left corner. Agent Malcolm went through the drive through of a Burger King for them, ordering a Double Whopper with cheese and a large fry with a Dr. Pepper. The prisoner at it with great fervor and was sated, her mood lifted to its normal upbeat self. They then played the old car game punch buggy, until she spied a corner store that advertised liquor was for sale. Agent Malcom waited in the car while she walked into the store. While she was gone the FBI Agent simply stared forward, making no movement with a blank stare on his face.

Inside the store Alexa Toretti walked directly to the older gentleman behind the register. She leaned forward, her lucky jacket open in the front and her loose purple blouse fell just forward enough that the cashier could see her white and navy blue polka dotted bra. “Hey pops, I’ll take a flask, a few nips of Jameson and a couple of Fireball.” Lexi smiled at the man, hoping Plan A would work.

"Alright little miss, gonna need to see some ID.” The man seemed firm in this, her first tactic obviously a dismal failure.

“Yeah sure thing.” She reached into her bag, grabbing her wallet, and leisurely pulled out her ID. As she reached out to hand it to the man and his hand drew near it she made sure that ever so slightly their hands would need to touch to transfer the ID. In that moment she felt her power envelop her, her mental consciousness flowing into his own. She saw some images of the man’s life , long days working in his small corner store, and a wife and two children that he cherished dearly. She quickly pushed those down and mentally spoke to him,“Everything is fine with my ID, you’re going to give me the items I requested free of charge and then I’m going to leave and you’ll forget anything happened.”She pulled her hand away from his.

“Thank you young lady. Here is your whiskey and flask. On the house today, come on back soon!” The man handed her back her ID and the booze and flask.

“Thanks dude!”With that she bopped him playfully on the nose and turned on her heels and returned to Agent Malcolm, waiting patiently behind the wheel of the van. The side of the van read, “Ryker’s Island Juvenile Detention Transport.” She smiled at the sight of it. Any normal prisoner would scowl at the sight of their captors’ logo, but Alexa was so happy she was being released today that nothing could dampen her spirits.

But now that she was at the gates of the Vigilante Village, Alexa was starting to feel sick. She couldn’t figure out why. It was like she was in a haze, or had an extremely terrible hangover. Instinctively, she took a swallow of fireball whiskey from her flask. It relaxed her a bit, but she still had a feeling of suffocation coming over her, and she was fighting for breath.

“See ya later Malcolm. We had a good uneventful drive and I was a perfect angel. You’ll only remember that I kept you laughing the whole time and you’re gonna miss me. Peace out.” She tapped him lightly on the shoulder and the milky, clouded eyes of Malcolm lifted and he said a small goodbye to her. She grabbed her one bag with her belongings in it and moved into the camp.

Students everywhere were socializing with one another. Lexi yelled a few woohoo’s and acted super excited to everyone she saw. But inside, her mind and body were screaming for relief. The closer these teens got to her, the worse it got. She could feel power emanating from them and her mind pushing and pulling these energies back and forth from her body. The energy felt palpable to her, permeating every cell in her body. She heard murmuring and chatter all around and her. And she picked up from the crowd that the party house this summer was probably going to be Cabin 4. Lexi felt that was as good a place as any to get away from the throng of people.

When she arrived at the door she barged right in – or rather fell in as she was already a little tipsy- and landed right on her butt in the doorway. She simply giggled out loud to herself and turned her head around to see three overly chiseled boys in the room. “Yoooooooo men. I hear this is where the party people are at!”

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Character Portrait: Desmond Walters
2 sightings Desmond Walters played by Blueshadow
"Life's not worth living with out a little bit of chaos!

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Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler
Character Portrait: Joel Stone
Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson
Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev
Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev
Character Portrait: Nike ReMere
Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti
Character Portrait: Joseph Craven
Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire
Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire
Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar

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Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar
Khufu Nemesokar

"The way to have power is to take it." {ALIEN}

Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire
Kian MacClaire

"Everything is more simple than you make it out to be."

Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire
Kennedy MacClaire

"No one knows what they're doing, but at least I'm trying to figure it out"

Character Portrait: Joseph Craven
Joseph Craven

''Don't worry, He's always with me.''

Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti
Alexa Toretti

"I just wanna kick it with my people."

Character Portrait: Nike ReMere
Nike ReMere

"I'll probably scare you.."

Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev
Matt Alkaev

"Think, think, think."

Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev
Peter Alkaev

"Oh, bother."

Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson
Seraphiel Lien Thompson

"We are only limited by our imagination."

Character Portrait: Joel Stone
Joel Stone

"Strength and power doesn't make a hero, but hard work, patience, and a will to raise others' fortunes above yours."

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Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler
Perdita Winkler

"When a bird is put in a cage, all it can think about is escape."

Character Portrait: Nike ReMere
Nike ReMere

"I'll probably scare you.."

Character Portrait: Joel Stone
Joel Stone

"Strength and power doesn't make a hero, but hard work, patience, and a will to raise others' fortunes above yours."

Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti
Alexa Toretti

"I just wanna kick it with my people."

Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev
Matt Alkaev

"Think, think, think."

Character Portrait: Joseph Craven
Joseph Craven

''Don't worry, He's always with me.''

Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev
Peter Alkaev

"Oh, bother."

Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar
Khufu Nemesokar

"The way to have power is to take it." {ALIEN}

Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire
Kian MacClaire

"Everything is more simple than you make it out to be."

Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson
Seraphiel Lien Thompson

"We are only limited by our imagination."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire
Kian MacClaire

"Everything is more simple than you make it out to be."

Character Portrait: Joel Stone
Joel Stone

"Strength and power doesn't make a hero, but hard work, patience, and a will to raise others' fortunes above yours."

Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson
Seraphiel Lien Thompson

"We are only limited by our imagination."

Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler
Perdita Winkler

"When a bird is put in a cage, all it can think about is escape."

Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev
Peter Alkaev

"Oh, bother."

Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar
Khufu Nemesokar

"The way to have power is to take it." {ALIEN}

Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev
Matt Alkaev

"Think, think, think."

Character Portrait: Nike ReMere
Nike ReMere

"I'll probably scare you.."

Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti
Alexa Toretti

"I just wanna kick it with my people."

Character Portrait: Joseph Craven
Joseph Craven

''Don't worry, He's always with me.''


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Re: The Vigilante Village

Hello, I am afraid I must withdraw from this roleplay. I apologize.

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It's been so long ;-;

Re: The Vigilante Village

Yea mine was too, and the notification/chat bar is missing still.

On the bright side my PM works now xD

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I don't know if it was just me, but the site was down for a couple of days :/

Re: The Vigilante Village

I'm assuming we're waiting for the GM to post?

Re: The Vigilante Village

@ladygeekiness Sure, go right ahead!

I'll be making another post soon, guys! :)

Re: The Vigilante Village

Ahh! Is it too late to join this rp?? I'd love to make a character for it! It's such a lovely idea..
(My favourite superhero would have to be Daredevil or Spiderman)
If it's too late to join that's totally fine! <3

Re: The Vigilante Village

I got home much later than I expected ((it's 1:00am .__. )) but I'll have a post up by tomorrow for sure!

Also, I have no idea what room numbers my characters have

Re: The Vigilante Village

I'll have my first post up tomorrow during the day! I'm not sure what happened with the rooming situation but I'll write my post so that I can change my room number easily if need be.

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Its possible they didn't see my post as for the other people that were rooming with us..Nike is supposed to be there though, yes.

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Yea noticed that too, isn't Nike rooming with Seraphiel, Lily, Cara & Alexa? Or did the plans change?

Re: The Vigilante Village

I'll be posting later tonight or tomorrow.
I also wanted to bring up to people I was supposed to room with went in different cabins so..
Not sure what's happening there.

Re: The Vigilante Village

Unfortunately I won't be able to get anything done today either. I'll definily have something up sometime tomorrow though!

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I wanted to get in on the fun and post tonight, but I only finished half of what I was writing before I realized that it's nearly 10:30 and I'd like to go to bed ;-; I won't be home until late-ish tomorrow, too, so I'll probably be one of the last ones to get their first posts in .__.

Still !! I'm super excited that this started and I can't wait until things get going!

Re: The Vigilante Village

HOOOO here comes Lucian!
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Update: first post should be coming in an hour or two! Get ready guys!!! :D

Edit: FIRST POST IS UP! LET THIS ROLEPLAY BEGIN!!!

Re: The Vigilante Village

@Everyone Yup, sorry guys...you're right...I ran into a little bit of trouble today and do not have time to post. I would have worked on it on my phone at least...but um...it got...well... let's just say POSSESSED. (And by possessed I mean it it keeps overheating, flashing on and off, and showing black lines instead of my texts messages) so because my teachers have assigned me pounds of homework and because I was busy at school until 9:30, I won't be able to post tonight. (Being a high school senior Sucks with a capital 's'.) HOWEVER! The good news is that I will have oodles of free time tomorrow! Yayyy! So again, my apologies for the inconvenience tonight, but definitely expect the first post tomorrow! If I'm lucky and I do get a bit of time this evening, it may even be up first thing in the morning. :)

Anyways, glad you guys are super excited! I am too! Hope to talk to you all tomorrow! <3

Re: The Vigilante Village

I'm assuming the GM is busy today so most likely tomorrow (fingers crossed), I don't really feel comfortable posting until the GM posts considering this is their RP. But I do hope we start soon

Re: The Vigilante Village

katyisaladybug wrote:I'm thinking maybe Wednesday? (Unless everyone objects to that and you guys want to start earlier) I'm just thinking in terms of how long it will take me to make the first post,


Based off of this posting should probably start tomorrow since GM is probably busy today.

Re: The Vigilante Village

Most likely waiting for the GM, not sure why the haven't popped in yet.
Unless they didn't care who posted first, which then I have no idea what the wait is, but most likely everyone else is waiting for that magical first post and the go ahead.