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Janne Jensen

I'm finnished with you. Get it?

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a character in “The Wicked and Divine”, as played by cirrus_sd

Description

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"Otherwise known as Jannet_JackJohnson48"



Basic Info



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Full name
JANNE ERIK JENSEN

Nick Names
Jannet_JackJohnson48 (screenname)

Age
22

Role
HERO




PRETENDING to be Human



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Appearance
Hair Color:
Blond
Eye Color:
Light blue-gray
Height:
6'1
Weight:
165
Tattoos:
A sequence of binary code wrapped around his left shoulder
Piercings:
None
Scars:
Light scarring on his fingertips



Likes
Computers, Cats, Unicorns, Robots, Rain and bad weather,Attention


Dislikes
Phone calls, Sunny weather, Broccoli, Being ignored, Cars, being outside


Hobbies
Lurking teh Internetz, Trolling (irl and online), Hacking, Playing video and computer games

Fears
Cars, Being found out, slightly agoraphobic

Family Tree

Younger Brother, Anders, 18 yrs old[/b]



The Active Profile



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Active Type
HERO


Type Detail
[b\] Invisibility. Can easily make himself invisible. Can make other things invisible as well, so long as he is touching them and has enough focus. Just starting to delve into force fields. [/b]

Character’s Thoughts

Being Hunted: Well, ya know. I never go outside since I'm always on the web...makes it a little more difficult for them than for me. Covering up tracks is mad easy, yo.
Arthur Sayco: Eh. Seems like a big, bloated fat-ass to me. That's one internet debate I don't want to get into. But, it's fun trolling as him. People can be so stupid sometimes, revealing all their powers and shit. Like, seriously, for real?
The Bleeders: Scary-Ass Motherfuckers. That is all.
Humans: Hey, aren't we all? You know, human. We started off like them. I ain't see no reason to hate. Haters be hating, but I'm chill, ya know?



Digging up the Past



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Personality
Janne is a, for lack of a better word, "whatever" guy. He is social, likes talking to people, and completely extroverted....but only online. In person, he is still humorous, but it shows that he is more uncomfortable, often reverting to nervous habits, stuttering slightly in his speech or speaking too quickly, and altogether jumpy. Ever since the incident with his family, he hates going outside, even when the weather is beautiful, and prefers bad weather as it gives him an excuse to stay inside.

He is a big troll, taking every opportunity he can to mess with people online. His screenname is inspired by the fact that in Norwegian, his first name is a girl's name, while in Finnish it isn't. He poses as anyone, frequents video chat sites daily, and altogether spends almost all his life on the internet. However, some productivity comes from it. He does help people with things, though usually those things are illegal. Covering up his tracks is no problem, though, and even though he is on the internet all the time, he has made sure no real information ends up online, making him invisible.

He is uncomfortable with leadership positions, and even though he desires attention, at the same time he doesn't want it. Sometimes he wishes he can just live in the internet, away from the real world and shielded behind a persona. He is selfish, believing he has already lost the people he should care about, and is unwilling to invest his feelings in anyone other than himself. He is all about self-preservation, and is more than willing to sell anyone out (he already does that for a living, anyways)


History
Janne is half Finnish, half Norwegian. He was born in the latter part of the war. He was fortunate enough to grow up after the humans had won. Even though conditions were poor, the fighting had ceased. His family had managed to hide away, his father able to stay with his mother and older sister. When he was around 14 years old, his parents decided to treat everyone to the countryside, a world different from the metropolitan slums they were living in. The day was beautiful, and the picnic was fantastic. The entire day seemed perfect. However, on the way back, the old, beat-up car they had managed to salvage hit a landmine. His mother died immediately, and his father died just as the ambulance arrived. His sister also perished as did his brother (so he believed), leaving Janne orphaned. He was dropped off at a children's home, one of many in this post-apocalyptic world, and took up residency in the 'entertainment' room, claiming the computer as his. He developed much of his computer skills here, though he was already pretty proficient. It was also here that he found out his new ability. He used it to escape (no one really paid attention to him there, anyways) and live on his own.

In the past few years, he has used his computing ability to gain money by performing hacking services for other people. He lives in a small apartment by himself, rarely leaving it for anything, and preferring to stay inside with the computer.
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THEME SONGS



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(AT LEAST TWO! FOR THE BOUND I’D LIKE ONE SONG TO BE TO THEIR MATE!)
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"You hide behind the computer screens so that you don't have to be seen
How could a person be so mean"


[url=URL HERE]HIDE AND SEEK||IMOGEN HEAP[/url]
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
(Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts)
They were here first

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs (paper word cut outs)
Speak no feeling no, I don't believe you (I don't believe you)
You don't care a bit,
You don't care a bit
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Radioactive Undisclosed Desires

So begins...

Janne Jensen's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Sayco Manor was silent, which was surprising for a large home filled with so many people all the time. The only sound breaking the silence was the soft whispers of Elizabeth as she went over what was to be done for the day with Jenna and her daughter Izabelle. It was very important that everything was set to Mr. Sayco’s standers. Normally he wasn’t a picky man, but today was different. Last night with the help of all the help of all five mentors Nathan had found thirteen, Active. Of course Maxwell’s chloroforming kidnap wasn’t the best idea but it had worked well enough to get all thirteen of them back to the manor and situated in their own rooms.

They weren’t exactly going to be happy when they woke up, but Mr. Sayco knew that they’d be more than happy to stay, but until then, Nathan Handler had locked himself in his room, meditating and concentrating on the force field around the Manor. Mr. Sayco sat in his at the head of the table in the dinning hall, this was a bigger room then his private dining room, it was more modern and where he held most of his dinner parties. He awaited for his guest to arrive, having left a note in each one of their room.


Morning to you all,
I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on. I can answer all your questions if you join me in the dining hall for breakfast. It would not be wise to run or try and leave. I would greatly enjoy your company.
Yours Truly

Arthur Ford Sayco




He knew they’d be waking any moment now, with Maxwell being one of the ones kidnapping them, they had all probably though he was a Bleeder. Arthur sighed at the thought.

“Mr…Si..Sir” The young assistant chief Robert, stuttered a bit as he tried to speak to the Master of the house.
“Oh never mind Boy.” Christopher’s heavy Scottish accent blurted as the metal swinging doors leading from the kitchen to the dining hall thundered open. “If I let you talk, you’ll never get it out.” He said always seeming to get frustrated with Robert’s stutter. “I’ll he means to tell you is breakfast is ready, whenever those brats…” he paused seeing Mr. Sayco glance to the door way then back to him.

“I didn’t mean you of course Miss Sayco.” He said seeing Arcadya in the door way leaning against the door frame yawning a bit before shrugging. He sighed throwing his towel over his shoulder and making his way back into the kitchen, Christopher wasn’t exactly a people person and maybe that’s why he spent 99% of his time in the kitchen.
Arcadya walked over to where Arthur sat wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a hug, something she had done every morning since she was seven, before sitting in the chair next to him.

“Morning Darling, did you sleep well?” his thick southern accent was warm as he spoke. She simply smiled and nodded in return, before they were interrupted by the familiar bickering of Michael and Breanna.

“I don’t care if were bound, you were still looking at her ass.” Breanna frowned as they entered the dining room, Michael rolled his eyes “She’s not even eighteen, why the hell would I be looking at her ass, you’re crazy you know that.” He retorted though still pulling her chair out for her. Arthur and Arcadya exchanged a small smirk between them oh of course I’m the crazy one.” Breanna finished glancing to the other two at the table, replacing her frown with a smile “Morning, sorry, we just didn’t get much sleep we were out really late rounding everyone up.” She said softly.

“God Damn, Sounds like were going to a fucking funeral, what the hell in wrong with you Sayco.” Maxwell was next to join the group that had started to form, of course more pissed of then usual. “I don’t know why you insist on playing Mozart, this doesn’t make me want to do anything but break your fucking record player.

Arthur gave Maxwell a polite smile “Well if you knew anything about classical music, you’d know this pertiular piece is by Frédéric Chopin, not Motzart.” He informed him calmly.

“Classical, this shit is ancient, I don’t care who it’s by it blows.” He mumbled more to himself this time.

The rest of the Mentors minus Nathan joined the table. Small chatter had started between everyone, Maxwell and Michael were making bets on who they thought would try and run and who would show up. Adya sat bored perusal only able to listen and not to put her own input in, she wonder when Jayce would make an appearance, he was at least nice enough to entertain her with a game of Tic Tack Toe, or something like that while everyone else talked amongst themselves. She leaned on her elbow against the table, wondering about all the other active…wondering it was possible that one of them was…her mate, although she felt a little bit ridiculous thinking about it.

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To say that Janne reacted strongly to his surroundings when he woke up would be the understatement of the century.

"The HELL??" he shouted, vision still blurry and senses muffled, but he was cognitive enough to immediately recognize that a) this was not his bed and b) he was not in his apartment which meant either c) he had gone outside for some reason (maybe he was drunk?) or d) he had been....

"Aw hell no!" he shouted again, trying to jump out of bed but getting his foot stuck in the blankets and falling flat on his face. "Fuck..." he mumbled through the sheets and plush carpet. Plush Where the hell was he?

Last he remembered, he was typing away on his computer in the depths of the night, dark and with a tub of ice cream. He wouldn't leave his place...definitely not in the night. But how would he get here? And why was it taking him so long to wake up?

Blinking hard and smacking the side of his forehead to focus, he struggled to his feet. Think, think. Briefly he remembered a loud noise, shuffling...the computer screen going blank as it was yanked from the power chord...a sickly smelling cloth...Aha! That must be it...he must have been drugged! Chloroformed? Yes! That must be it!

Just as he came across his revelation, his hand found paper. Gripping it tightly, he brought it close to his face, squinting as he read it. Mr...Sayco? That prick? He was the one responsible? Well...Janne hadn't actually met him....but if this was his doing, then he was a prick in his book! He was hungry though....he supposed so long as he didn't have to go outside he'd be fine. But already he was feeling anxious, palms clammy and head spinning.

Come to think of it....he was already out of his comfort zone. In fact, if you really looked at it, he was already outside. Outside of his apartment. Who knows how far away. In a place where--he swallowed--was probably crawling with Bleeders. Right outside that door....if he went out...

Yep. Nope. Screw breakfast. He was going to stay right here. In fact, maybe he should just crawl back into bed. Hide under the covers. He was safe the whole night. The bed should keep him safe throughout the day. If Mr. Sayco really wanted to talk to him, then by God, he could come up here himself. He was trembling by the time he was underneath the covers, the anxiety getting to him as he thought about his apartment, the door probably left open and weather and bums coming in. Raiding his crap. Stealing his computer! Goddamnit!

He promptly disappeared at the thought.

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Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Adya Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Mr. Sayco watched quietly at the head of the table as Active after Active filed through the door, most of them pretty calm about the situation, others not exactly happy and he didn’t blame them. The only thing they knew about him was what most people knew, He was an Active and The Bleeders didn’t touch him, most assumed he was powerful and selfish. He didn’t speak, as if he wasn’t there he simply watched the other, even when they spoke directly to him he did not answer, he was almost statuesque. Then finally once he had accounted for everyone, but Rose who he had seen sprint from the room, he glanced up to Edward, his head butler who stood next to the door and gestured for him to go and find her.

“Your sending the old man, I got this Edward, That girl is a maniac.” Maxwell said as he got up to go after Rose, shutting the door of the dining hall behind him as he left.

Without a word Mr. Sayco stood and the chaos in the room seemed to pause. Even the Mentors themselves seemed unaware of his next move and that was the brilliant thing about Arthur, he was unpredictable in the most predictable way. He looked over the group once more, before opening his mouth to speak.

“I realize that all of you are confused, I also realize that most of you do not trust me and I understand Why. I would like to start first by saying all of you are safe here, no one will harm you here, I will not allow it.” He spoke that last words sternly a promise he intended on keeping. “I’m sure you are all aware of who I am, but if you are not I am Arthur Ford Sayco, the owner of Sayco Manor and Sayco Wheat Co.” He spoke in a way that drew people in, there was a charm to his voice that was alluring. “I’m sure you’re asking yourself why in the world was I kidnapped, but be honest with yourselves, had you simply been asked to join Mr. Sayco “The Selves bastard, in the mansion on the outskirts of the city” you wouldn’t have come, you would have thought it was a setup a trap. There for kidnapping you was necessary.” He gave informed them, with the smallest hint of a smirk. “as for the reasoning behind why I have gather you all, I intend to train you all help you better control your gifts, then when the time is right we will make the Bleeders pay for what they have done to you all and your families, We are going to make the New Age an Active age, I will no longer allow my family to be treated as a pest a lower class.” He spoke the words as if reciting a pledge, there was no doubting his passion stained words.

The room was silent, as Arthur mad his way to the door and opened it, turning back to the group and stepping aside as Nathan walked inside the dining hall, loyal standing next to his longtime friend, depicting he was no longer concentrated on the force field to keep them in, not that they knew.

“If you do not wish to stand with me and fight for the freedom that is rightfully yours, you can leave, I am not holding you hostage, nor will I force you to put your life on the line if you are not willing.” He said honestly. “But, I promise for those of you who do fight I will protect you with my dying breath.” His blue eyes making eye contact with every single person in the room, every single word he spoke was laced with honor, loyalty, and promise.





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Adya wasn’t exactly sure what was going on all though she had overheard something about this a week or so ago. She wasn’t exactly the friendliest with strangers, mostly because they always seemed to look at her like she was dying of cancer just because she couldn’t speak. As Active after Active entered the dining hall she seemed to realize that her father was putting together something, she had a bad feeling about this, but she would never question him, he always seem to know what he was doing.

She smiled when Jayce hugged her from behind and said good morning, of course she couldn’t ask back, not unless she went through the long process of hypnotizing him first, which didn’t exactly seem appropriate. When he asked if she was confused she simply offered a nodded. There was so much chaos she wished she could just yell at everyone to relax and cam the fuck down, she sighed to herself.

These people are fucking insane, what the hell is wrong with The New Age she thought to herself I’m glad I’ve stayed here all these years God knows how I would have turned out. she smirked a bit at the thought.

Then her eyes caught sight of a young man her age, the most amazing guy she had ever seen and she had seen a lot of guys over the years. From humans, to bleeders, to other Active, people were always in and out of the Manor, but he, he was different stunning.

Who was he? she thought.
She had never really wished that she could talk she had never been able to and she knew she’d never be able to so she had stopped wishing and dreaming about it a long time ago, but now more than ever she wished she could talk. She frowned gently, though pulling her eyes away from his perfection as her father stood to speak.

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Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Adya Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Syrus watches as one of the men seated at the table goes after the girl who was trying to run away. When Arthur starts to speak, Syrus listens. He certainly is Charismatic Syrus thought as he listened to the speech. When he concluded his speech by saying how he won't keep us here he tilts his head in puzzlement. "A very warming speech." Syrus says as he scratches his head. "But if you really meant that you won't keep us here, why did you send that man after the girl who thought it best to run?" Syrus asks. "I don't mean to step on your hospitality but i don't think you would go through all the trouble to bring us here, then say if we want to we can leave even though you just sent someone to go after that girl." Syrus says. "You may just want to tell her what you just said yourself, but if she can leave of her own will, why chase her down?" Syrus was taught to question everything, especially when they do not make sense. "I hope you'll forgive me for being so blunt."

Syrus was on the edge about Arthur Sayco, Syrus could feel deep inside him the honesty the man spoke, but he cannot be so blind to contradictions. What was the point of bringing them here then saying they could all leave? A false sense of freedom? A claim to choice that may be limited? Syrus couldn't figure it out but he wasn't about to leave, this is the nicest place ever and it had real beds with pillows and pianos, not to mention food and like minded people. Another thing that was on Syrus' mind was what would happen after they they bring about this 'Active Age' what will we do to prove to the humans that we arent evil or should be feared? Syrus hopes things don't get bad for the Regular Humans...

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Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Of course, his initial plan didn't work for long.

Two pairs of hands pulled him out from under the covers and dragged him into the hallway, protesting and legs flailing underneath boxershorts. "I'm not even decent!" he tried to say, but was shoved into the dining room anyways, the two butlers' grip strong to prevent him from running away. He had seen another running towards and then past them in the hallway. Someone must have already tried to escape.

He arrived in time to here the end of Mr. Sayco's speech. He didn't pay too much attention, too busy taking in what Mr. Sayco actually looked like, along with the dozen other random people in here, most of whom he didn't know. Then again, he didn't go outside, so, surprise surprise.

In an attempt to get back in bed, he turned invisible, but the men's grip didn't slacken. Disappointed, Janne stayed invisible just to spite them. And because he figured two grown men holding so tightly onto nothing might be a humorous sight.

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Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Keira stood back and let the speech and questions unfold. She turned in on herself to think once Sayco had, had his say on why he'd brought them all here. She couldn't argue with the fact he'd already saved her by kidnapping her, to her knowledge she was being actively hunted at the time one of Sayco's handy men slipped a cloth over her mouth. She couldn't disagree with his cause either, he was offering her his hospitality, a chance to hone her abilities (something she'd been tackling all her life) and a chance to free her kind from the oppression they'd been suffering.

Most importantly though Keira highlighted one word she'd heard in his inspiring speech. Safe. He said she'd be safe here. For the first time in her life she'd be well and truly safe. It wasn't something a girl like her could comprehend, she'd been looking over her shoulder for so long, the idea of a place that offered sincere security, it was sanctury. A sanctury that came 48 hours too late.

Part of her wanted to run, she'd known loneliness and self dependance for so long it seemed such a risk to place her welfare into a strangers hands, yet Arthur Sayco had something about him, whether it was his image or his deep southern voice, there was confidence, honestly and safeness in his representation. Keira had more than herself to worry about now, she had to make the right choice.

Stepping forward, past the other Actives that still lingered uncertainly by the door Keira aimed a stern, serious look at the hot tempered young man who had recently entered and backed Sayco's speech. She then turned her attention to Arthur and tried her best to smile. It came out as a grimace but it was close enough.

"If this place is really safe. I will stay. You'll need me if you're going to bring down the saviour empire, but I will not promise my participation. I will not risk my neck for this dream, not yet."


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Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Beck & Julia Curwin


Julia had to fight back a grin as Beck goofed off. Sure it was probably inappropriate given the circumstances; but Beck was Beck, and what Beck wants she gives. Turning to look back over the gathered Actives, her hint of a grin quickly sobered away. They had just been offered a ‘safe’ place to stay. To be able to sleep under a roof with food and a bed. Train and learn more about their gifts. Perhaps even find out why Beck lost his sight; maybe even get it back. And she could learn to better defend them and fight; she wasn’t going to deny her abilities were raw at best. But it all sounded too good to be true.

“Seriously though, Beck. What do you think of this whole haven offer? Do you want to stay, or get out of here. I want to know what you think.” She said quietly, grabbing a glass and tilting it to swirl the water inside of it.

Julia was one of the few people that Beck was able to read like a book despite the fact that he couldn’t see her face. He knew everything he needed from the tone of her voice and from her tone now he knew it was time to be serious. His face straightened and his eyes drifted to look towards the table as he thought. “Well, I think of it this way. We stay here with the possibility of Mr. Sayco being an extremist bound on killing all humans but on the other hand we’re given safety and training which we both desperately need. It could be a trick and we could be biting off more than we can chew but if we leave then we’re going right back to our old life, if you can even call it that. So I guess I’m saying we either take our chances here or run and hide for the rest of our lives. I’d rather take a chance. What about you? I want you to feel safe Julia.” He reached out for her, missing his mark a couple of times before his hand finally came to rest on her forearm. “You’re my main priority so if you want to go then we’ll go.”

Staring at the glass before setting it back on the table, Julia placed her free hand on top of his. “As much as I think this is likely to bite us in the butt; it’s not like our other options are any better. We can stay here long enough to get some training; heaven knows we both need it. But if things start to go south, we walk. Maybe we can work something out about the human part; but the bleeders can go to hell, and I’ll be happy to give ‘em a boost myself.” Grip tightening, Julia looked at her brother despite the fact he couldn’t see her. “And no worrying about me, that’s my job. You just keep your girlie tail out of trouble if we’re staying.”

‎ Beck’s familiar smile crept back to his face at the playful jab. “You’re just jealous because I’m more feminine than you.” He chuckled and raised her hand to his lips to give it an affectionate peck. “Love you pussycat.”

“You’re only feminine because you hit like a girl.” Julia returned the jab before once again leaning back into the chair and resuming her watch of the other Actives, wondering who else would stay or who would choose to go. Taking another look at the girl sitting across from them, Julia couldn’t hold back the smirk as she thought about the stranger’s question. Surely if these people could train a state 2, then there had to be something they had in mind for state 1’s.

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Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Aurora Rawley


Aurora cautiously sat down as Mr. Sayco was talking. He just had a way of talking that made everything make so much sense. Even though they had just met, she felt like he was trustworthy. At the words "my family", Aurora felt her chest constrict. He was talking about them. Her. Then and there, Aurora knew she was staying. No one else had ever accepted her like that before. The questions that most everyone seemed to be concerned with flew right over Aurora's head. This was the place where she belonged. And, as a special bonus, she would be trained in her power. [i]I'll finally have a use for my other half[i] she mused. "I'm staying," she announced to no one in particular. The people in charge would probably get a head count later.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard twelve year old wanting chocolate from a girl nearby. Aurora chuckled to herself. People always thought she was younger than her age, but they had never been five whole years off. She called from a few seats over, "For your information, I am seventeen," she couldn't keep a grin off her face. "But you were close!" Aurora giggled and walked up to them. She held out her hand. "I'm Aurora."

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Dante sighed and leaned back in his chair a bit when, just as he'd expected, not a moment after apologizing for her, Kila barged through the door in an earthquake of anger and temper. "Would somebody care to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on before I kick somebody's ass?!" She screamed, seeming frustrated by the fact that she was the only person in the room not wandering around calmly. She then turned her eyes on him and he only raised an eyebrow, letting her talk. "Dante." She hissed at him. "Care to tell me why the hell you're just sitting there. This man is known for dealing with Bleeder's you moron, why do you think they don't touch him? Get the hell up. Vacation's over. We're leaving now."

Dante rolled his eyes. "Kila, stop making an ass of yourself, and at least find out why we're here." He said back, eyes on hers, letting her know he meant business. That he had no intention of leaving until he found out what was going on.

That seemed to shut her up. Dante didn't exactly know why. Maybe she'd come to her senses, or maybe she just didn't want to argue, though neither scenario was very likely, but seeing as, Dante could never make her shut up if she didn't want to, he chose not to question it.

Kila refused to sit. Dante wanted to stay and listen to whatever Mr. Sayco had to say, so she'd stay, but there was no way she was sitting down. Instead she leaned up against the wall behind Dante's chair, half shooting daggers at the back of his head, half watching everyone around her, listening to their conversations, and taking in their faces and expressions.

Finally, Mr. Sayco decided to speak up and her eyes locked on him, as did Dante's, watching as he stood. “I realize that all of you are confused, I also realize that most of you do not trust me and I understand Why. I would like to start first by saying all of you are safe here, no one will harm you here, I will not allow it.” Kila just rolled her eyes, refusing to believe that some random stranger would offer them safety, while Dante blinked and listened intently. “I’m sure you are all aware of who I am, but if you are not I am Arthur Ford Sayco, the owner of Sayco Manor and Sayco Wheat Co.” Yeah, we all know who you are. Kila thought bitterly to herself, and instantly deciding to distrust him more, just because of his smooth, charming tone. She dind't trust people who could draw people in with words, for she did it often herself, and so did Dante, so, when she glanced at him in his chair in front of her, and saw him nodding his head slightly, Kila grew angry and kicked the back of his chair hard, causing him to turn and glare at her, to which she merely smirked and shrugged.

“I’m sure you’re asking yourself why in the world was I kidnapped, but be honest with yourselves, had you simply been asked to join Mr. Sayco “The Selves bastard, in the mansion on the outskirts of the city” you wouldn’t have come, you would have thought it was a setup a trap. There for kidnapping you was necessary.” Dante chuckled slightly under his breath at this, knowing very well that there was no way in hell he would have come, and even less of a chance that Kila would have.

“As for the reasoning behind why I have gathered you all, I intend to train you all help you better control your gifts, then when the time is right we will make the Bleeders pay for what they have done to you all and your families, We are going to make the New Age an Active age, I will no longer allow my family to be treated as a pest a lower class.” Kila's mind had begun to wander off, glaring at Dante, clicking her tongue, tapping her fingers, figuring this man had nothing useful to say. But those words made her head shoot up instantly, and her eyes narrowed on Sayco. He wanted to train them? And had he referred to all Actives as his family, or merely his literal family? Either way, she was not his family. Her only family was Dante, and they weren't even related by blood.

She stood and gripped the back of Dante's chair tightly, knuckles white, jaw clenched as she watched Mr. Sayco make his way to the door. As much as she wanted to see the Bleeders suffer, she didn't want to join forces with anyone, She was perfectly content with her and Dante's little duo, and wanted to keep it that way. Besides, what Mr. Sayco was talking about was more than making the Bleeders suffer. He was talking about a revolution. About taking over completely. How many innocent humans would get caught in that? No matter how much Dante hated the humans, Kila refused to believe they were all bad. He father had been human, as had her older brother, and they'd died trying to protect her.

Dante felt Kila's movement behind him, and reached up to hold one of the hands she was using to grip his chair with while he listened to Sayco wrap it up.“If you do not wish to stand with me and fight for the freedom that is rightfully yours, you can leave, I am not holding you hostage, nor will I force you to put your life on the line if you are not willing.” He said in a way that felt sincere. “But, I promise for those of you who do fight I will protect you with my dying breath."

When he was done, chatter then ensued. Questions were blurted out, but, for the most part, people chose to join Sayco, and Dante couldn't say they were wrong, however, he felt Kila moving again behind him.

"Nice place, really," Kila said sarcastically, "but you'll have to enjoy it without us. Dante and I are good on our own." She then turned to Dante. "Dante, get up. We're leaving."

This made Dante leap out of his seat suddenly and place a tight grip on her shoulder just as she was about to stalk out of the room, forcing her to stay. He shot an apologetic glance at Sayco before whirling Kila around. "Micky." He said, eyeing her. "I think this is real. As much as I like to work alone, and you know I do, I think this is sincere."

Kila rolled her eyes. Dante was the only person, (aside from those with official records on her), who knew her real name and gave her nicknames other than Kila. "I didn't say this wasn't real, dumbass. What I said was that I want no part of it." Her eyes were hard on his. She didn't want to live comfortably in a big mansion filled with people. She wanted to be alone with only Dante. She didn't want to be bothered or pampered. She wanted simple. Okay, not simple seeing as they were on the run, but she had a feeling that if she stayed here, she'd be driven mad by sheer lack of adventure. She already felt like she was going insane, the last thing she needed was to lose that tiny bit of sanity she was clinging to.

"Don't be stupid Kila." Dante said, practically reading her. "We're staying. For the cause. The two of us on our own aren't doing shit. I know we thought we were, but this is bigger." He tightened his grip on her shoulder, and glanced around, eyes once again catching the gaze of the dark-haired girl he'd seen before, having a hard time tearing them away. He had this gnawing feeling that he should stay. If not for what Sayco had said, then for this girl he hardly even knew, and it was crazy, but he was going to follow it. His instinct had never steered him wrong before. "If you leave," he said, eyes once again on Kila. "You leave without me."

Kila caught the way his eyes roamed and hesitated on the dark-haired girl, and an angry fire rose up in her. "You're kidding." She said, shoving his hand off her. "Please tell me you're kidding me?" She hissed so no one could hear her but him, though as she talked, her intensity and volume rose. "You're staying for a GIRL?! You're staying because there's a girl here you think is hot, aren't you?" She shoved him back hard. "You're unbelievable. I'm sooooooo going to kill you!" Kila knew he wasn't only staying for her, but she had no trouble giving him shit over it. If she was going to stay, she was going to make it as big a deal for him as possible.

With a groan, she flopped down in a chair, signifying to Dante that she was willing to stay with him, crossing her arms over her chest and kicking her feet up on the table, which Dante then pushed down as he too sat again. Kila flipped him off and then propped them back up again.

"Look at the bright side," Dante said jokingly to her. "Maybe we'll be able to figure out why you're so certifiably insane."

Dante laughed, but Kila didn't. That struck her. He meant it as a joke, and she knew that, but what if he was right? What if these people knew why she felt like some days everything was so clear she was suffocating, and others, she couldn't figure out what was real or not? Maybe they would know why she was always running in fast forward, and maybe they'd be able to fix it. However, Kila immediately put the thought out of her head. That was crazy.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Adya Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones
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Sophia heard the name 'Sayco', and felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach by a mule. Sayco. Her head reeled and her world went black.

What had happened last night? She had been grabbed. Chloroform. Sayco. Her mind reeled as she lapsed into one of her minor blackouts. Her head fell back against the chair she was sat on, and her knuckles turned white as she clutched the table.

What the hell happened last night?

So she had been taken, and stolen. It was like the opposite of when she had left home. Mother. Father. Sister. Stranger. They were all connections. Friends. Family. Stranger. Her mind was a whirl as she thought this through. Stolen. Escaped. Trapped. As always. Nowhere to run. He claimed that she was safe. Was she? Red lights. Don't walk. Don't run by the side of the pool. Pool like luxury, like this manor. Like Sayco. But it hadn't been Sayco to catch her. Dark figures. Shadows. Alley. Dirty. Not clean like this table. Not like Sayco. Different people. One rich, one poor. Rich, is money. Money is payment. Payment for capture. Kidnapped. Stolen. Why? Sayco says training. Training. Sister was bound. Black. Black memory. Years passed. Aged. Darkness. Active? Active needs training. Like football. Like sports. Train to get better. To be safe. Black. Pain. Headache. Wrong. This darkness is wrong. Needs safety. Training. Sayco. Trust. Other people. Trust. Training.Stay.

And with that headache causing blackout, she found herself gasping for breath, after an unknowable time had passed by, but she had made her decision. Sophia wouldn't risk going into another bout of that blackout by changing it now.

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Jessica stood close and simply stared as the events unraveled, she waited and watched as the others arrived to the dinner table.
She saw a boy with a long dark hair arriving at the scene, demanding for answers and apologizing for his friend beforehand, moments later a blonde girl stormed in like a mad woman, “"Would somebody care to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on before I kick somebody's ass?!", Jessica rolled her eyes in annoyance and laughed 'Well this is going to be fun. It seems like we've got a loud one in the group…' Soon after, another woman passed through the same doors Jess had minutes before. She seemed on the high alert, 'just don’t be another loud one please…' Jess thought as a silent petition, the girl ran like crazy, to the nearest exit or who knows where, while Jessica’s eyes followed her in surprise 'Yup, there’s going to be no room for boredom here' she finally smiled at herself. A girl followed after, wearing a grey track-suit bottom that made Jess wonder what she was doing before she was abducted.

Minutes passed and another girl appeared, a shy girl that moved in hesitation speaking almost as if in fear, “Excuse me...Mr. Sayco? I'm Sophia Hart...Am I in the right place?". Jessica smiled, 'and we have a shy one as well…' she thought, making another obvious observation.

It was then when Mr. Sayco had finally decided to explain himself, “I realize that all of you are confused, I also realize that most of you do not trust me and I understand Why. I would like to start first by saying all of you are safe here, no one will harm you here, I will not allow it. I’m sure you are all aware of who I am, but if you are not I am Arthur Ford Sayco, the owner of Sayco Manor and Sayco Wheat Co.” Jess listened carefully to every word as he continued, “I’m sure you’re asking yourself why in the world was I kidnapped, but be honest with yourselves, had you simply been asked to join Mr. Sayco, you wouldn’t have come, you would have thought it was a setup a trap. There for kidnapping you was necessary. As for the reasoning behind why I have gather you all, I intend to train you all help you better control your gifts, then when the time is right we will make the Bleeders pay for what they have done to you all and your families, We are going to make the New Age an Active age, I will no longer allow my family to be treated as a pest a lower class.” Jess was pleased and kept calm at Sayco’s speech, 'He sure lives up to his name I suppose'. Jess felt at ease, after all she could use any help she could get to finally use her powers and be able to gain her revenge. 'Indeed they will pay the double of what they actually deserve. Lower class huh?… you can say that again.'

Jessica expected someone to talk or to give other response before she ever did, but was caught off guard when a man spoke with concern, “A very warming speech. But if you really meant that you won't keep us here, why did you send that man after the girl who thought it best to run? I don't mean to step on your hospitality but I don't think you would go through all the trouble to bring us here, then say if we want to we can leave even though you just sent someone to go after that girl. You may just want to tell her what you just said yourself, but if she can leave of her own will, why chase her down?” 'Good point stranger, but don’t forget their on our side…' Jess finally thought to herself secretly wishing that Sayco would answer efficiently.

Later on a young male entered the room with two older butlers grabbing each an arm of the young guy. She chuckled at the sight of the boy who suddenly turned invisible, he somewhat reminded her of her brother who had the same ability, if he would have been there with her he would have joined him showing off being the cocky lad that he was. And then a girl spoke, more like abruptly blurted out “What use is walking through people's dreams against the bleeders?" 'another dream walker!' Jessica felt a jolt of joy travel through her body, almost making her jump out of her seat, knowing that she had the same power. However, she felt hurt hearing her unrewarding and taking for granted her own power in such way, almost as if she was also offending Jessica herself.
Before Sayco had any change to talk either to the boy who had a good point, or to the girl who questioned her own skills another man walked. He began by introducing himself first saying that he had lived there for a while and explaining his point of view, “It's really simple, if you want to be treated like a second class citizen and hunted for the rest of your life, just walk out that damn door. BUT! If you want to be free, if you want to be able to live your life without looking over your god damn shoulder every five minutes, well then you better stay. So you over there, mister, 'question everything' ya got two choices, you can leave or you shut the fuck up and start being grateful for the people who are gonna give you your god damn freedom." 'Finally someone talking some clear sense', Jess remembered her father who wanted the same thing, nothing else but freedom and equality for everyone.

After the speech of the outspoken man sunked in with everyone, the girl with the comfy clothes took her turn and spoke her mind up, "If this place is really safe. I will stay. You'll need me if you're going to bring down the saviour empire, but I will not promise my participation. I will not risk my neck for this dream, not yet." Her voice was somewhat covered by the friendly fellows that had to be brothers, it seemed like the boy was blind and his 'sister?' was helping him figure out what was what, or more like who’s who. Jessica heard their conversation confused at their strange scoring, 'so I’m four huh?'.

Another female voice could be heard… barely, "I'm staying” apparently it was the young girl, or as the strange/fun brothers would say, the “twelve year old wanting chocolate”. She spoke a bit louder now explaining herself, “For your information, I am seventeen. But you were close!” 'Cute' Jessica thought for a moment smiling at the sight of her playful grin. "I’m Aurora". Jess smiled at the young girl realizing that her name was the first name she had heard of the newcomers.


It was then when her eyes turned back to the boy she had seen before. Wishing she could decipher his name, and wishing that she had the power to read minds not only to discover his name but what was going on his mind. She turned her gaze at the boy with the beautiful eyes, noticing him stuttering with the girl that he had hugged before, fiddling and playing with his spoon. Jess chuckled finding the boy to be distracting and amusing. Her cheeks turned red at the sight of his smile, she starred into his eyes and for a moment it seemed as if his eyes reflected hers, his gaze was on hers now after he spoke enthusiastically, “Welp, I dunno about you guys, but that seems like more than enough questions, concerns, and general malarkey for now. We can all chat and learn stuff and begin the new age later. All that really matters is that you're safe here and... I'm hungry! Mr. Sayco can we eat now? You promised there would be breakfast and I've got a craving for waffles like nobody's business.” It was then when Jess stomach growled angrily, for a moment she had forgotten all about her hunger, embarrassed to the core she hoped that nobody, specially not her lovely blue eyes, witnessed her stomach’s loud cry.

Without a doubt this whole magical reunion was by far one of the most entertaining things that Jessica had witnessed in a long time. Knowing that she would spend time with other active’s made her feel joy deep inside, although she wouldn't admit it to herself. Even better, the idea of learning more about the boy whose eyes met hers briefly made her feel feel anxious and exited.


OOC: Oh Wow, was that a big post.... sorry about that, I wanted to do a recap of everything that has happened so far and I wanted to give my character's point of view on everyone. Hope that's ok (:

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Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Adya Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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As he spoke, Jayce couldn't help but lock eyes with the blonde girl from before. Her eyes were the perfect combination of blue and green. Her eyes reminded Jayce of the sea. He'd only been there once, a brief moment in the time between when he'd left his own home and when he'd come to Sayce Manor. Still, he would never forget that precise shade, that playful mix of blue and green. As he finished speaking, he smiled at everyone, making sure to wink at blondie across the table from him, a playful smile blinking into existence before his expression was replaced with a more respectful one. As he sat, Jayce turned his attention to Mr. Sayco, his eyes alone speaking novels of his respect for Arthur Sayco.

Arther Sayco stood almost perfectly still as questions were shouted and accusations were thrown in his direction. He never wavered from his calm, stoic posture, he was like a statue. His will was iron; unbreakable. As the chatter died down, and people began to follow Jayce's example of quiet attention, Mr. Sayco finally moved. Though he stood still, his eyes inspected the room. His head barely moved as he looked at every individual in the room; studying each and every one of them with utmost scrutiny. Then he spoke once more. “I will no longer spend any more time on this matter, I have answered the question of why you are here, the way you feel about me I cannot control. I will not justify myself anymore today.” His thick accent was stern and fatherly, but it held no disrespect for the people who sat before him.

"For those of you who have made up your minds and are going to be staying, Sayco Manor is your home, the room you awoke in is yours. The grounds of Sayco manor are completely safe, you may use your gift without consequence. But, I cannot protect you off of the grounds. I will be in my office, please make yourself at home, you are no longer a stranger." He gave one last smile before he promptly left the room, heading off to, from what Jayce could make of the sound of his footsteps, his office. He must have had a lot on him mind.

As soon as Mr. Sayco finished speaking, Ayda stood up and left the room. She had a look on her face that was all too familiar to Jayce. It told him not to bug her and to give her a hug once she was finished playing her piano. Jayce sighed and dug into his breakfast. The others might have wanted to run around like chickens with detachable heads, but Jayce wasn't having any of it. Waffles came first, everything else could wait four minutes. Luckily for everyone else, it did take only four minutes. Though he ate quickly, his trademark smirk showing through hurried bites of delicious mapley goodness, Jayce did not eat sloppily. He was in a rush, because he had some things he'd like to discuss with blondie, but that didn't mean to turn into a slob to get there quicker. Jayce ate with nearly flawless manners, oft utilising his napkin and handling his fork and knife with utter surety and poise. Once he was finished, he picked up his plate, walked through the doors to the kitchen and bussed his dishes so chef wouldn't have to. "Thanks chef!" Jayce called over the general hubbub of the kitchen clatter, "Those waffles were delicious!"

As he exited the kitchen, instead of walking to his own seat, Jayce had a better idea. His smirk split his face and he clapped his hands together, loud enough to make a solid smack but not so loud as to be overly disruptive. As he walked over to the chair where blondie was, Jayce's face took on a new expression. He smiled wide, like a child, and kneeled down as he approached her chair. He rested his arms on the arm rest, and his chin atop his arms. He smiled once more, catching her attention. He smiled wide, getting her to giggle. She was so pretty. "It should almost be criminal, I can hardly focus... remember... your lines are..." Jayce's inner voice screamed as he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Hi! So, you're new here, huh? I've lived here for a while, and since you're new, I figured I might do ya a favor. Once you're finished with your breakfast, because it's an important meal and waffles are delicious, would you do me the impeccable honor of accompanying me around the grounds? I feel like talking a walk and you're new so we both get something out of the deal. Sound good?" Jayce asked, the wide, childlike smile still beaming off of his face. Once she was finished, Jayce stood and offered her his hand, to help her out of her chair. "Shall we?" he asked suavely, making a silly face and gesturing out the door.

Though Jayce appeared calm, collected, and entirely in control, he was sweating bullets. 'What if she hates me? What if she says no? I'll look like such an idiot! Calm down, calm down, you're in control here. The fact that she might deny you in front of all these people means nothing. You're a big boy. You can take it. Hopefully..." Jayce mentally panicked.

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Jessica remained quiet in her seat, observing everything with outmost detail, almost as if she was studying everyone and everything around her, trying to discover as much as she could without getting a headache. However, her perfect concentration was shattered as soon as her eyes meet the stunning blue eyes, mixed with a beautiful green shade of the boy who was able to make Jess forget what she was thinking of in the first place. She starred at his eyes for a while in wonder, somehow his glare was able to make Jess feel alive and excited. Jess was somewhat fearful of his revealing eyes that made her feel strange, yet at the same time curious.

His eyes moved from hers for a moment as he smiled at everyone, meanwhile Jess couldn't stop starring at the boy with eyes full of wonder and was caught off guard as soon as he winked his eye playfully and soon after changing his expression to a more respectful one. She moved her eyes suddenly in embarrasment realizing she had been ogling the boy far more than needed and was caught off with red cheeks boiling in red color. What is wrong with me? she asked before she scolded herself for a brief moment. She shook her head for a moment as a reprimand to herself but was distracted again by none other than Arthur Sayco.

Once again, the man with a perfect composure remained calm even when people were throwing him accusations and understadably, untrusting looks. Jessica stood even more quiet this time, studying his every movements, and waiting for him to make his next move. Mr. Sayco finally moved, not his body but his eyes instead. His eyes moved carefully eying everyone in the room, he spoke again. “I will no longer spend any more time on this matter, I have answered the question of why you are here, the way you feel about me I cannot control. I will not justify myself anymore today." He said with his thick accent that sounded most fatherly, and Jessica couldn't help but remember her father, seeing this man's eyes that told he was speaking nothing but truth, yet she wondered if he was holding something out as her father did more than once.

"For those of you who have made up your minds and are going to be staying, Sayco Manor is your home, the room you awoke in is yours. The grounds of Sayco manor are completely safe, you may use your gift without consequence. But, I cannot protect you off of the grounds. I will be in my office, please make yourself at home, you are no longer a stranger." he said before he left the room. Jess had so many questions, and the one that mattered to her the most was whether if Arthur knew her missing father, and if he knew where he was. Even so, Jessica observed as some of them left the room and without second thought she decided to wait for the right moment to speak with him, after all she didn't want anyone else to know of her personal matters.

Jessica decided to wait despite her anxiousness and only focus on her breakfast. Even though her head was still a mess because of the drugs, and she was not as hungry, her stomach growling told her otherwise. Finally she thought to dig in the breakfast planning on eating everything except the juice, somehow she was not feeling like drinking orange juice and instead asked for some water. Before her water arrived though, she turned her eyes once again to the boy with the dark hair and saw him leaving his seat moving towards what seemed to be the kitchen. Jessica remained in her seat, distracting herself by once again observing everyone else at the table. The fierce girl from before was not there, and some others had already headed out... somewhere.

Suddenly she heard a noise, more like a clap, and turned around to see the same boy coming towards her. She starred at him and saw him smiling with a wide smile that made Jess feel all warm and fuzzy. He kept smiling at her and she couldn't help but to smile back, and then he kneeled down resting his wide arms on the arm rests letting his chin on top of his arms. She was speechless at his carefree demeanor and at his charming smile, he had all her attention, suddenly she couldn't help but to giggle at his captivating smile. Now that he was even more up close, she adventured into his eyes. so... handsome her mind slipped a thought.

"Hi! So, you're new here, huh? I've lived here for a while, and since you're new, I figured I might do ya a favor. Once you're finished with your breakfast, because it's an important meal and waffles are delicious, would you do me the impeccable honor of accompanying me around the grounds? I feel like talking a walk and you're new so we both get something out of the deal. Sound good?" the boy asked smiling like a child, she giggled once again before she answered changing her face to a serious one "Actually..." she paused for a moment, "I already finished eating" she said smiling, even though she had barely eaten anything as she was waiting for her water oh well, I suppose if they bring the water, they'll just leave it here. Truth was she could care less about what was on the menu for the moment being, "And walking sounds good, I guess I could use some fresh air." She said trying to sound cool.

He smiled offering his hand, "shall we? he asked after making a silly face that once again brought a smile to Jess face. She grabbed his hand carefully, sending sparks through her fingertip as his hand felt warm and reassuring. Please don't fall she begged to herself. She looked at his eyes standing up carefully without leaving his eyes she finally said "lead the way" giving him a tempting smile.