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Lucian Blight

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a character in “The Vigilante Village”, originally authored by Mazamizari, as played by RolePlayGateway



{"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”


|{Full Name}|
Lucian Reme Blight




Thompson Falls, Montana


He stands at a below average 5'5", but that doesn't stop him from being a desirable looking human being. His body is lean and toned, just enough to be classified as muscular but not ripped. His hair is kept short, it's a lovely chestnut brown color with strawberry-golden highlighting in the sunlight. His eyes are a clear blue with green and gray intermixed. His teeth are bright white and he has deep dimples and a winning smile to be sure. His father always told him that he'd better look out because boys and girls both would be lining up to get him someday. His father was right. His looks have driven many people to his side, plus he's a pretty decent guy. Which doesn't help him much. Oh the pains of popularity.

Fade||Because his mother is the Goddess of night, residing in Tartarus, she bestowed upon him small abilities. Not as powerful as the more major gods/goddesses gift their offspring. However it is just as useful. Using the fade ability, Lou can meld into shadows. Any shadows, becoming one with it without any trace of existing before he did it. Then can leap from shadow to shadow, whenever he moves from one to the next, the only visible thing is a flicker of blackness between the two.
Enhance||Another minor ability Lou has been granted by Nyx. He is able to enhance his physical prowess, strength, dexterity, flexibility, endurance. You name it. All he has to do is request her favor before doing something requiring enhancement. Then shadows envelop him momentarily, entering the pores of his skin allowing him to pump them with his blood which helps him become more naturally powerful. However the effects if used too much or often will tear him apart from the inside out.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Hobbies? He likes going off by himself at night. Gazing up at the stars for hours and hours. He also enjoys gathering herbs and such for medicines and his own blends of tea.
Talents? Well, he'd say he had none. Although he is surprisingly good at a few things. For instance, he is very good at climbing. He's always had a knack for it, ever since he was young. He's also rather likable, making him friends easier than most. Even if he doesn't consider them friends. He's a bit odd when it comes to people.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Fears? Well, although many people would say he's fearless, or that maybe he's too cool to even care. He is very afraid, more than most people even. He's scared of deep water because he can't swim. He's scared of clowns and mimes because he had some bad run-ins with them when he was little.
Weaknesses? He usually would rather keep his opinions to himself, instead of stopping someone from doing something bad than stand out. This of course is a bit of an issue for obvious reasons.


Sarcastic, Mysterious, Closed off, Gentle

At first glance he strikes most people as a player or even a jock. However you couldn't be more wrong. Lou is very sarcastic and he loves to subtly mock those who are less intelligent than him. He can't help it, he gets it from his judgmental southern father. Lou can't help but patronize people sometimes, most of the time he won't even realize he's doing it. He isn't doing it out of malice, it's just how he was raised. Although that isn't the only thing he got from his father. His father is a mans man, he taught Lou that men didn't cry, or complain, and they'd be damned if anyone felt badly for them. Pity from others was forbidden. If he wasn't okay, he'd best keep that to himself. Because of this he is a rather closed-off individual. He never really learned this was the wrong way to live and as such adopted that way of life as his own.

While he did get plenty of hings from good 'ole dad, he did get things from his mother. Even though he never really knew her. From her, Nyx, he got a mysterious way about him. Something about him seems purely wonderful, unknown, like a good murder novel. You're not sure what happens next but you can't wait to figure it out. He makes people want to figure him out just by being him, he tends to say little about himself. Not on purpose even, he just doesn't like to talk about himself. He loves odd things, things people think too much into. Like, astronomy. A lot of people think he's some sort of fallen angel, looking to the stars for a glimpse of home. A few of his past admirers have written many stories about him. The truth is, he just hopes to maybe see his mother up there. He also got an almost maternal gentility, a kind heart and sweet smile. They type of person who does actually care about the well-being of his friends. The type of person who will turn into a big scary monster to guard those dear to him.

Unlike some people, Lou's life was pretty normal, happy even. He was born a cool autumn night swaddled in a blanket of stars. In the arms of a woman with beauty beyond description. To the lady's left stood a normal man, in comparison to the woman he was very bland. Short dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin. He smelled like hay. Lou doesn't remember his mother other than her beauty when he first saw her and that she smelled like night. The crisp leaves, just freshness all around her with the cool atmosphere of the evening.

Growing up was pretty routine, he helped his father on the farm ever since he could walk. He went to a local school and made some friends, although he was never really that close with any of them. Lou isn't really sure why he never got close to anyone, but he just didn't. No one was worth bonding with. His father always told him he was special, different from everyone else. When he'd ask why his father would just get this look, not a bad one, just a distant longing stare. Lou learned over time that it was because his mother was different. Though he never knew why until he hit puberty. Once his body began changing he noticed these things he was now able to do. Odd things. He thought he was a monster, it drove him into a deep depression, now knowing why he was different. He never thought it was because he was a monster or a demon or whatever it was. In fact he felt so out of place in everyday life he became suicidal. Knowing no one would ever be able to know him. Not the real him. He was driven to harming himself. Cutting his upper thighs and stomach. Never his arms because his dad would've seen. One day it was particularly bad. He was going to end it. That's when he met his mother. A woman rode down from the blackness of the night in a silver chariot. She was beautiful, wrapped in starlight, she brought the moon with her when she came. They talked and she told him what he was, who he was. She also told him that she would always be with him.

Once he understood that. Life seemed better for Lou. He knew in his heart that he was given these powers, he was born to do his best in the world. In the name of his mother. After that revelation, he grew up well educated and he knew his place. Recently he got word of a place where special people like him could go and gather together. So, with high hopes Lou headed out to the "Vigilante Village."

Lou has a thick southern accent. Um, OOC, I'll probably be able to post once/twice a week?

|{Face Claim}
Colton Haynes

Character Dialogue || #464646

So begins...

Lucian Blight's Story

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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }



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…



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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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;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

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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"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.


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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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 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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Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Joseph Craven
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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!”