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Keira Naintly

"I hope you know what you're doing"

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

Description

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"What is a girl to do when she can understand everything and do nothing."



Basic Info



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Full name
Keira Bell Naintly

Nick Names
Bell

Age
20

Role
Heroine 3



PRETENDING to be Human



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Appearance
Hair Color:
Auburn, with golden highlights.
Eye Color:
A gorgeous blue
Height:
175cm
Weight:
5'6kg
Tattoos:
She has a small Key in line with her spine to symbolise, she has the key to every complication.
Piercings:
Only her ears.
Scars:
A raised, white scar across her shoulder-blades.



Likes
Long walks, Warm nights, A comfortable silence, Ocean air, Cuddles of comfort, The relieved feeling safety brings, fighting for a cause, young children, young animals, mink colours.


Dislikes
Bleeders, The feeling of tension and suspense, The death of young creatures, Bad memories, Dead silence, Confrontation.


Hobbies
Running, Breaking codes, Running.

Fears
Losing her life. Being used and abused for her abilities

Family Tree
All Deceased.
Boyfriend/Partner
Mother
Grandmother



The Active Profile




Active Type
HEROINE

Type Detail
Keira has the ability to understand anything. She can read body language and predict combat moves. She can also hack into electronic systems and also speak to computers in binary. With a single glance at the architecture of buildings, she can figure out how to destroy them! Locks, combinations, nothing is safe from this girl. She may not be strong but she can do a lot of damage elsewise. Only at level 20 somethings are still too difficult and complex for her understand.

Character’s Thoughts

Being Hunted: I'm always running, always looking over my shoulder like some scared animal. I've been made to feel like nothing more than a pest that needs exterminating. I'll have my moment and when I do, I'll aim to bring the whole system down. For everyone of my kind.
Arthur Sayco: I've heard words on the wind about him. It's infuriating to think he's living in luxury while most of us are struggling to survive. It goes to show where wealth can get you I suppose. I'd rather be dirt poor. Prick.
The Bleeders: They murdered my entire fucking family. I could watch ever member of their family burn and it still wouldn't be enough. They have taken everything from me. What kind of person murders an eighty year old woman? Disgusting.
Humans: They're so clueless it's unreal. They don't understand why we hide, yet the first whiff they get of us and the Bleeders are on the other line. There are a few decent people in the world, and human children know no better but general adults? Shame on them. As long as they have their laws and government they don't mind playing ignorant to the massacre taking place in the shadows. Just don't ask me anymore.



[center] Digging up the Past



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Personality
Keira has been hardened over time, just like any Active whose been constantly on the run, it's tiring and frustrating to the point where it changes you as a person. Keira used to try and understand The Bleeders, now she only understands how to disable them if and when they come knocking. She's been through a lot of heart ache, especially in recent weeks so her attitude is both vulnerable and iron clad. She's always had a maternal streak to her nature. She's got iron under her skin and a whip-lashing tongue. Keira can disable a person just as easily as a building with a few calculated jabs but she doesn't enjoy or indulge in violence. She's be pressured by her life-style into growing old before her time and so she's a bit rusty when it comes to "relaxing" and "having fun."


History
All know of the great war that flattened humanity and forced life itself to start again. Keira Naintly was born in the fallout of that war and like many others, suffered as a consequence. She was born as a human, but classed as an alien. She was is an Active. Born into a family where enough things had gone wrong, she only added to the burden. Her father had cancer and lost his battle against it shortly after her birth. Her grandmother, an elderly woman, was forced to become head of the family in order to support Keira and her mother through the difficult time of growth, motherhood and extraordinary powers.

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Keira’s mother, Emily, developed the unnatural ability to levitate objects. Keira on the other hand developed the ability to understand…everything. They struggled together, a family of three for a long time. They lived in seclusion, in a small settlement outside humanities central (Old New York.) They lived carefully and…well survived. Keira forced herself to dumb down, it was no amazing feat to be intelligent but Keira was more than that and knowing what was normal and irregular was a difficult thing for her to judge. Her mother tried not to venture outside the house too often, her powers were unpredictable and second nature, not something she could even attempt to hide.

They lived in relative safety, only hearing rumours of Bleeders and the slaughter that went on. As Keira grew older, she grew more frustrated and convinced herself that people could understand the Actives. She still considered herself human, others just needed to realise that there was nothing to be frightened of. In secrecy she began to play with the boy next-door. He was slightly younger than her but Keira wasn’t picky. Over time, when she gained his trust she confided in him that she was considered an Active. She proceeded to show him everything she was capable of. He accepted it, in fact he was enthused about her endless ability to understand.

Keira had never felt more successful and overjoyed that day. With such a sweet emotion in such dark times, she should have known something would go wrong. The only woman a boy could really trust was his mother right? Keira’s neighbour must have slipped up to his mother. Keira has thought it over and over in her head until she can just about imagine everything that could of happened that night.

In the heat of the night, the door was forced in. Heavy boots drummed the wooden floors of her home. Bleeders. The first shot woke both Keira and her mother, the horrific sound that came afterwards still wakes Keira in the night. Her granny. They murdered her without hesitation. They killed an elderly woman who couldn’t even walk without a walking stick. She shouldn’t have even been a target.
The next minute went so quickly and yet Keira remembers it in slow motion.. The swift movement of her mother as she pushed Keira out of bed and then ran to hold the door shut. The way she flicked the bedroom window open with a finger from the other side of the room and levitated Keira on the spot, straight out of the window. Half way down Keira heard a scream, she dropped quite suddenly through the air, hitting a projecting tree branch on the way down. She had sense to crawl into a shrub at the bottom and curl up small.

She escaped death by the skin of her teeth. The Bleeder’s searched briefly for her but moved on soon enough leaving the scene as it was for a clean up crew. Keira left as quickly and as abruptly as she could. She didn’t venture into the house, she just picked herself up in her pyjama’s and ran away with a fleshy tear running across her shoulder-blades. She was fifteen.

The next conversation she had with anyone about her powers was three years later, when she met Jacob. She’d been on the run constantly, no matter where she went the Bleeders seemed to follow her, no matter how good the hiding place, no matter what they turned up eventually. She was in another settlement, heading for the main city but at the same time putting it off unsure whether being found by the Bleeders over and over again was bad luck or purposeful. Jacob just walked up to her and that was that. He was an Active too, with the ability to sense others of his kind, he explained to her later how he was connected to every nearby Active by tiny sensitive strings, if he pulled on one, he could follow it. He said that day by day, strings break and disappear. He told her she was near a string that had broken, he had made the decision to follow their connection and find her. He said it was sort of a rescue mission. They stayed together and somewhere along the line…they fell in love. Together as a couple they followed Jacob’s strings to see if they could help others of their kind. Some didn’t want their help, other welcomed it after years of lonely secrecy.

Just before Keira turned 20 she and Jacob began looking for somewhere to settle down safely for their own reasons. After being on the move for so long Keira hadn’t worried about the Bleeders too much, she felt safe with Jacob. When settling down came up she remembered her previous concerns that they were following her, or trying to hunt her down on a personal level. Jacob told her it was understandable paranoia and she of all people should know that. Keira accepted it but did not agree with Jacob.

She was right to worry. It’s in the past now though. Even I won’t breech something as painful as this memoir. The facts are Jacob is dead and Keira is alone again. Escaping by the skin of her teeth is what she does best. She doesn’t want to think about this memory, not like the time she was 15. This was different and she couldn’t bare to look back and understand. She cannot afford to crumple under the grief it would cause. She has to continue moving.
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THEME SONGS





GIVE ME LOVE|| ED SHEERAN
"Give me love like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go"

"Give me love like never before,
'cause lately I've been craving more,
And it's been a while but I still feel the same,
Maybe I should let you go"


THERES NOTHING LEFT TO SAY||IMAGINE DRAGONS
"Who knows how long
I've been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don't sleep
They keep calling me
Beckoning...
Who knows what's right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on"

"Below my soul
I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out
I've come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on"



PASSWORD

Radioactive Undisclosed Desires.

So begins...

Keira Naintly's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley
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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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Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley
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The warped world of Keira’s nightmares slowly solidified into darkness and then, into consciousness. With a thunderous head ache and a pair of sore, swollen eyes the young girl came to. She awoke from violent dreams that were no more than shards of memory.

Keira bolted from her lying position and after a moments pause, vomited over the edge of the bed. Once her throat had finished burning and her stomach had emptied she propped herself up on her elbow and stared down at the mess. She looked past the bile to the nice flooring and struggled to comprehend everything that had happened to her in the last 48 hours. Her brain throbbed, her eyes swelled and watered in the daylight and her heart hung heavily in her chest.

Jacob was gone. 48 hours ago her life had been as close to perfect as an Active could expect and not a minute had passed before it was gone. All gone or at least most of it. Keira looked down at her body before looking up at the ceiling quickly with tears in her eyes. She wiped them hastily and sat up properly, the last thing she remembered was running.

She had been running for her life and the Bleeders were hot on her trail like a pack of hungry wolves. She remembered stumbling her way through old turf, buildings and neighbourhoods that had been left untouched from the war, just foundation shells and rubble, she remembered hearing them calling out to her, hearing their heavy footsteps…someone grabbed her, a cloth went over her mouth…


Keira held her head in her hands and rubbed vigorously in an attempt to wipe away the drowsiness she was experiencing from whatever drug had been forced upon her. She couldn’t remember anything else. What happened back at the house dominated her memory, everything led back to that moment. The moment she lost the only person she had left in the world.

A male scream sent Keira staggering to her feet. Her eyes darted around the room she was in, it was a bedroom, luxury sprang to mind as she surveyed the fine bed and utilities; she had no idea where she’d been dropped off. Bile threatened to rise in her throat once again but she swallowed it down as best she could. This could be the situation she had been dreading for a long time. Someone had found her and if she wasn’t dead already, there was no doubt in her mind that she was here to be used. More focused now on the severity of the situation Keira noticed the note left on a desk, she snatched it up and read carefully.

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



Her first initial thought was there were others. “All” meant there were probably others, like her, who had also woken up and found themselves in this situation. Arthur Sayco was the next thing she registered, the name sounded familiar and after a moments thought jogged a memory of Jacob mentioning him. He was an Active that had never suffered the hunt. He lived in harmony with the Saviours. He was to her knowledge…on tier with the humans.

She screwed up the note in her fist and threw it at the bed room window over looking the grounds. Her mind clocked on to the window and she moved swiftly over to it. Keira tried to squeeze her fingers under the frame in an attempt to open it. The damn thing wouldn’t budge an inch. She stood back, took a deep breath in and out and turned her efforts to studying it. As quick as a whip she realised she wasn’t escaping from this particular window.

She turned around and lent up against it, frustrated and admittedly scared. She was still riddled with drugs, confusion and hopelessness. Everything had gone so unpredictably wrong, she wasn’t sure where she stood anymore or what she should do. She could stay in this room but no doubt someone would come and fetch her. She could try to escape but this was obviously Sayco’s estate. If he was equipped enough to find her what was the likely-hood he’d premeditated how to detain her.

Keira listened to people moving around outside the bedroom door, people who sounded just as confused and angry as she felt. Walking over to the bedroom door she opened it a crack and watched the back of a girl storm out of view. There was no point in remaining where she was, as a sitting duck.

Keira followed the stampeding girl in front of her all the way down to a set of doors. A young maid was knelt down with broken cutlery in hand, a girl was sprinting down the hall, another (the one she’d been shadowing) was bulldozing through the double doors with no precautions. Hearing no gun-fire, screams or the distinct click of a silencer Keira walked over to the double doors and peeked inside.

A dining room sat prominently in the centre of a grand, well lit room. The table already had a fair few individuals seated, those who obviously lived at Sayco manor, those who could live here and those who had noticeably been living it rough for quite some time. Keira saw both men and women and in response hoisted one of her vest straps back onto her shoulders before folding her arms consciously over her bust. She was dressed in a pair of dirty grey track-suit bottoms, a vest top and socks. She’d been caught unawares by the Bleeders and these people, thus she was as good as wearing her pyjama’s.
She shuffled in cautiously behind the ranting girl and stood just behind her. She wasn’t sure if she should be standing here or running like the other girl she’d seen a moment ago.



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Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Adya Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley
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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: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Adya Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley
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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: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley
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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: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Ian Horne Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley
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Arthur Sayco had a way with words that caught and held the listeners. He was passionate about his cause, that much was perfectly evident. But, even as Sayco made eye contact with them all, Aniko couldn't help but think of her misgivings.

Aniko thought she had misheard at first, it sounded like Arthur Sayco intended to train her - and the other Actives gathered - to fight with their powers. Sayco had obviously got the wrong girl. She couldn't fight, her power was to travel through people's dreams. Perhaps, given training, she could turn those dreams into nightmares but, really, how could that possibly defeat the bleeders? A few skittish, sleepless bleeders running around wouldn't have much effect on Sayco's grand plan.
Aniko also couldn't help but wonder at the ease with which this man had kidnapped this number of Actives. Aniko herself had thought herself below the Bleeders' radar, but obviously she had been traceable. It worried her that she had been found so easily, was her family safe? They would, no doubt, be worried about their daughter... unless of course they already assumed that the bleeders had killed her. Her heart sank at the thought of her parents and brother believing her dead.

Aniko held her tongue as another captured Active spoke, pointing out logically that if they could leave why hadn't he just let the girl storm out without pursuit? Aniko found herself agreeing silently and then, before she could stop herself she blurted out,
"What use is walking through people's dreams against the bleeders?" It was the first time, outside of her family, that she had spoken of her gift, but if they really were all Actives - and she knew that at least the boy standing invisible between the two butlers was - than there was little point in pretending otherwise.

The other question that she wanted to voice, but lacked the confidence too was in regard to this 'Active age'. Not all humans were bad, not all of them were like the bleeders. How many innocent people would be caught between the Bleeders and the Actives? That isn't to say she wanted the Bleeders to continue, she loathed them. If she did join Sayco, and she hadn't completely decided yet, it would be purely to see the bleeders downfall.

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