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Allen Hayes

"The difference between a Hero and a Villain lies in the simple phrase, 'Why? and Why not?'

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a character in “Together We Stand”, as played by Taunbon

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Name: Allen B. Hayes
Age: 21
Power: Substance Mimicry. He can change his body density and composition with anything he touches. If he touches a sandstone rock, he can turn his body into sandstone. If he touches diamond, he can turn his body into diamond. He does not need to be constantly touching it to turn into it, but every time he changes form, he needs to retouch the previous object to turn into it. For instance, if he touched a tree and turned into oak then later touched an iron bar and turned into Iron, he would have to go back to an oak tree to turn himself back into oak. He can take solid, plasma, and liquid forms, he cannot take a gaseous form.

His 'abilities' fluctuate depending on what form he is in. If he is steel, diamond, or some other heavy dense material, he is going to be very durable and strong, but move slow. If he takes water or some other light material, he will be faster but not as strong. He cannot morph into animals nor can he take other peoples faces and shapes.

Status: Villain
Face claim: Milo Ventimiglia
Sexuality: Sapiosexual

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Physical Appearance: Standing at 6'4, Allen is on the taller side of most men. He tends to be one of the taller people in a room and enjoys 'the view' as he says. He is not very muscular nor is he toned, and he most definitely is not one of those, self-proclaimed, 'thin but sinewy strong' types that really are just skinny and can't bare to admit it to themselves. He is just, as he says, a tall, skinny white guy. His shoulders are wide, but his chest and waist are both thin, his waist is dangerously close to the dreaded 'boyish' hips that are the rage with modern music something he would rather die then share with them.

The proud owner of a sharp, angled jaw, Allens face is very thin with a wide-bridged nose, long arching eyebrows, and thin lips that stretch out into a very large smile, cheek dimples included at no extra charge, giving him a certain playful, boyish charm. Allen has shoulder length wavy black hair that curls out one the ends and deep brown eyes that tend to shine with amusement, these darker colors are offset by his peach complexion that makes both his hair and eyes stand out even more then they normally would.

Someone looking for something to interest him and lacking not in self-confidence, he walks shoulders back and chin up with a small on his face. His constantly move from subject of interest to interest as if looking for something to take up his attention and time. Allen is a man who looks for interaction and demands attention.

Marks: Besides a few cuts and scars from a rambunctious youth? None to speak of.

General clothing: Allen has a certain fondness for hats, not very original hats, just baseball caps and the like. His favorite, and the one he constantly wears, is a denim baseball hate with the Dodge car logo stamped on the front. It is well worn, so the denim cloth is starting to peel back on the bill. His fashion sense is not very... well.. refined. He tends to wear plain t-shirts or those with band logos and decos stretched across, fitting carpenter jeans, and high top basketball shoes. He hates jackets and refuses to wear them no matter how cold it may get. Freezing is preferable to being uncomfortable, or so he says.

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Personality: Allen is, first and foremost, out for his own enjoyment. This does not mean he is a murdering psychopath, in fact, far from it as killing someone is not something he tries to do. While he has no qualms about killing, a part of him even enjoys it, he does not do it because it tends to be messy and a waste of his time and efforts. No, his enjoyment comes from the small things. Taking what he wants when he wants, a nice conversation about nothing and everything, a large expensive dinner, a soft bed, a good book, or an interesting movie, these are the things that Allen enjoys to do and goes out and does. He does have greater ambition and plans then merely enjoying himself, but why shouldn't he enjoy himself when he has the opportunity? A very social man, he tends to chaff if he doesn't have a source of conversation, the person matters less then that they are there although he does prefer someone intelligent then someone dim-witted, but as they say, beggars can't be choosers. He doesn't care much about the person he is speaking to, their feelings, their past, their reasons for existence, their goals... it is just something to pass the time with.

Because of his approachable and friendly nature, Allen is very charming and easy to talk to... for most. He, himself, is a fairly open book as he has few things to hide and could care less about what they thought about him or his past, it is merely wood for the fire that is conversation. While he does keep some things about himself to himself, he does not openly deny or refuse to answer questions, instead he talks about himself and gives them small details such as his favorite books or movies, his favorite color, his preferred type of woman, small bits here and there that make people think he is open and honest with them when in truth he has told them nothing. He is never one to shy away from the spot light, instead he embraces it, but he is far from a hoarder. He happily, and often, cast the light on more quiet members of his group in an attempt to force them to speak, and a part of him enjoys watching them squirm or glare depending on the person in question.

A strong independent streak runs in his soul as he hates taking direct commands from people, while he is open to 'suggestions'; he is not fond of someone attempting to take control of his life away from him. He is not an anarchist, in fact he sees them as simpletons for the most part, but he wants to be in control or outside their control, not within. Depending on the order and his mood, he will often out right refuse to obey it and will fight against the person who commanded him simply to fight against them and enjoy it. He does highly respect ambitious people and those that can take command, he just prefers them to not try and take command over him.


Likes:
  • Eating, especially if it is junk food or some kind of meat. Preferably red meat.
  • Sleeping
  • Ambition in others.
  • Reading
  • Writing
  • Video Games (He prefers strategy games to shooters)
  • Precious metals, particularly silver
  • Music
  • Movies
  • Humor, jokes are something he always finds himself enjoying. He prefers wit and dry humor to 'in your face lewd' humor, but he will smile at both.
  • Pranks, he does enjoy a good prank.
  • Conversation, Allen enjoys to talk even if the conversation, itself, is pointless.
  • Independence
  • Winning, being correct... if he is better then someone or at something, he is content

Dislikes:
  • Animals
  • Sheeple. (Common people that he views as little more then sheep, thus sheeple (Sheep + people))
  • Self-righteousness
  • Tomatoes/Onions/Peppers
  • Spending money, he is very frugal.
  • Dim-wits/brutes and otherwise people who do not use their mind.
  • Being controlled.
  • Governments, well, he is not one to promote anarchy, but he prefers to be the one in power. Anarchy is an impossible to truly create and would last moments. Why be equal when you could be everything?
  • The weak, are people allowed to have weak moments? Yes, but those who are constantly weak and cry to the strong to help them are pathetic.

Fears:
- Losing control. He does not want to, someday, take the form of a material and then find himself stuck forever in it.
- Mind control, the idea that he could be trapped in his own body as someone else moves him like a puppet terrifies Allen.
- Gorillas/Spiders

Weaknesses: Over-confidence. His single greatest flaw and weakness. Thanks to his powers, Allen has come to believe he can handle any situation as adapting to the environment is his specialty because of this he is easily provoked into a trap. He tends to underestimate other people, most of the time, seeing them as nothing more then sources of entertainment in which to engage in some minor discussion for a few minutes. His very nature of seeing most people as sources of entertainment means he doesn't trust them, or care enough about them, to view them as anything more. He does not judge people because he does not care enough about them to ponder about what he feels about their actions, this leads him to, very easily, throw them away at a moments notice should he grow bored of them or find something more interesting to take up his attention meaning lasting alliances and friendships are nearly impossible for him to make and most people don't take to being forgotten nicely.

Strengths: Allen can be very charming, able to easily slip into a conversation with someone, and even if they are incredibly bitter or rude, he will continue speaking not missing a beat. A large part of him even enjoys the challenge of a quiet person or someone who is harsh on those that try. Despite his over-confidence, Allen is an intelligent guy. While he doesn't ponder on the future often, he is very adapt at making connections, is incredibly observant and loves a good debate. In terms of his emotional stability, a psychiatrist he once visited said his mind was a filing cabinet, he opened up a new emotional file, read it, accepted it and then filed it away. Simple as that. Coupled with his body's ability to adapt merely by touching a surface, and he is someone who can, usually, survive and excel anywhere.

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History: Not much could be said about his childhood as it was pretty normal. Both his parents had their faults just like everyone else in the world, they had their ups and downs, their fights and their making ups, but they were decent human beings. Allen was very open, talkative, and friendly as a child, nearly as talkative as he is now, and was considered a very charming young boy. His parent's friends loved him, the neighbors loved him, his teachers adored him... everywhere he went he was met with praise. Yes, Allen was on the fast track to having a 'good' life, but when he was eleven, it happened. His powers manifested. He can still remember it, looking down to see what he thought was his blankets. His tired mind dismissed it, but then his mind kicked in, and he opened his eyes again to see his blanket was pooled by his feet. He did the only thing he could think of, he screamed.

At first, his parents tried to deny and ignore what happened, content to push the skeleton into the closet, but Allen couldn't control it. Sometimes he would appear normal, other times, he would brush against something and take its form. He broke the bottom step of their staircase by accidentally brushing against the steel bar. Fearing what could happen, and what people would say, Allen was pulled from school and taken in for homeschooling. It was hard, being so young, to understand what and why it was all happening. He was freak that was barely allowed to leave the house. Two years past... two long years of isolation, but it came to a screeching halt when he accidentally touched the glass window when talking to the neighbor through the window. The look on her face as his body turned into glass was as horrifying as it was funny, although it only became funny year later.

With the news of his 'condition' out, he was brought to a local hospital. From there it was a blur of being moved from hospitals to hospitals to 'treatment facilities'. At first, it was all about him. How all the doctors, all the test, all the samples... they were going to make him better. Cure his 'condition' and make him normal, but as the years went on, it started to become what he could do for them. How his 'condition', how his 'gift' could help so many people. Push the boundaries of known science. He was less of a patient and more of a research subject. His parents, having had another child, started to visit less and less. By the time he was sixteen, all he got were cards on holidays. He was numb for a lot of it. Just... images flashing before his eyes, like he was watching a movie about another persons life. Still, he desired companionship and social interaction. He talked to everyone and everything. The doctors, the scientist, the nurses... they took it as a sign he was happy and content with his life. That he had accepted his place... and perhaps they were right. Allen had no reason to fight, no reason to look for anything else. The test, the needles, the experiments had become a part of his life.

It wasn't until he met Rachel on the summer of his 17th birthday when he met her, Rachel. Another patient, she was young, only twelve. She wasn't quite as... special as him as all she had was a rare genetic disease that kept her bones brittle. Like he usually did, and when he was allowed, he would visit other 'patients' and speak to them. Rachel was different though. She detested him, never spoke to him, never looked at him. Allen found it almost... fun, to be ignored. He would sit besides her bed and talk about the weather, what was on television, what he had last read, and she would ignore him, other times she would stare at him with dead, empty eyes.

Finally, one day she spoke to him, her voice was quivering with bitterness that did not fit a child so young. She was dying, her ribs would crack if she breathed too hard or too fast. She couldn't walk for fear of falling and shattering her bones. Yet, there he was. A guy who could turn to solid steel anytime he wished, and he dared to speak to her like they were the same? He could do anything he wanted. Be anything he wanted. He wasn't like her. She was stuck in the hell she called home, but Allen could go anywhere, the only thing that held him back was his own cowardice.

For the first time in his life, Allen had nothing to say. He sat besides her in silence for what seemed like hours. She was right. She... was... right. He could do anything he wanted. Be anything he wanted. There was nothing stopping him. He no longer had the desire to be their science project. He was tired of the false smiles and reassurances about his 'condition'. He was tired of the nurses smiling at him while their eyes mocked him. That day, Allen decided to leave. Of course, it wasn't that easy. They had no desire to let him leave, and Allen learned just how 'precious' he was to them. Armed guards, members of the US Army, had long been stationed in the hospital, and he had never truly noticed them... not until they were now trying to stop him. It was in his breakout that he killed his first person. A young private, fresh into the army had shot him, but before he pulled the trigger, Allen had grabbed his rifle, turning his body into high carbon steel. The bullet had bounced off Allen's shoulder and ricocheted into the private's throat.

The blood sprayed across the walls, the look and fear in his eyes as the light slowly went out... the gasping over the gurgles and jerking of his leg as the nerves fired off. The horrible smell that followed, but through it all, Allen realized one single fact. He did not care. The private's life meant nothing to him. Allen had wanted to leave, he had wanted to stop him. Only one of them could get what they wanted, this was merely the natural reaction of two opposing forces. The greater force always won.

The moment Allen stepped out of the facility and into the sun was when his life truly begun. Allen Hayes was born on that summer day when he was 17. There was nothing he could not do, nothing he could not be. He spent the next year exploring, wandering, stealing.... he spent the year living. In a small town, they were holding a small festival, the 'carnival of lights' which was a poetic name for a rather humble celebration with child made paper lanterns hanging from the streets and small kiosk, but it was a nice little festival. It was there that he was approached by an old man. Normally, Allen would have ignored him or maybe humored him to see what kind of conversation could be generated, but Allen was surprised to learn that he knew about his 'gifts' and lead another group of like minded people. People with 'gifts' who did what they wanted. Who followed their own desires. Who truly lived as Allen did, and he was offering Allen the chance to join. He is many things, but Allen is not stupid. He knew it was probably a trap, it could have been them trying to get him back into a lab where they could take him apart, but there was that chance. That small chance that he could be telling the truth. A group of people with... gifts... what a rush that could be.

That broken little voice kept whispering time to him, he could do anything, be anything... What was the point of life without a little risk? Allen accepted the man's offer and has been apart of the group of 'villains' for two years now, and he has not regretted his decision.

Significant events: His power manifesting, being admitted to the 'treatment facility', meeting Rachel, and the carnival of lights.
Joining the group: He had no where else to do, nothing else to do. There was no reason not to join. It could have been a trap, but it also could have been real, what is life without a little risk?

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Relationships:

James - Allen thinks James is an alright guy all things considered. Fun to talk to, laid back and can say a few jokes here and there which is good enough for Allen. While Allen would never say they were 'friends' as others use the term, he does enjoy James' presence. Friendly associates who happen to work together in an, arguably, evil organization fits better then friends.

Lara - Lara has always represented a challenge and there is little Allen loves more then a challenge. Being in the same group for nearly two years gives plenty of chances to speak at Lara as Allen isn't sure he would classify a lot of their earlier conversations as speaking with her. It wasn't until another one of their debates over something inconsequential, anarchy if he recalls correctly, that their 'relationship' developed to the point where something changed. Now, their conversations can last for a bit, and if he were to venture, it is almost as if she is getting comfortable with his presence. For Allen, Lara represents a treasure trove, and he isn't willing to let that go. Out of everyone in his life, Lara is the closest thing to approaching a 'friend' he has.

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So begins...

Allen Hayes's Story

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Genevieve carefully hung up the phone and leaned back in her office chair sighing deeply and relishing the moment, she had just been informed of some particularly interesting information about mysterious goods. Having several information resources throughout the city news traveled fast and when she got it she would act immediately, leaning over to press a button on her desk she spoke into the intercom system that had been set up in almost every room of the rather large house. She spoke smoothly into the microphone, "James, Allen, and Lara there will be a meeting in the dining room in ten minutes, if you're not present you won't get to eat." Genevieve put emphasis on the last word knowing that if nothing else went through that the promise of food certainly would, she lifted her finger off the button and sat back. She knew that this was a perfect incentive for most of the people in the house were rather big eaters and that going without food was not an option. Genevieve placed her elbows on the arms of the chair she was sitting in forming a plan in her head, a plan that would get whatever 'they' had and didn't want her to know about and get it in her possession. She wanted exactly what she couldn't have.

The woman knew that she would have to head out as soon as possible with her most trusted members she was already having to make decisions in her mind about how she was going to go about acquiring the things she desired, when she made her final decisions she closed the open notebook on her desk picking it up and carrying it with her to the dining room where she sat at the head on the rather long table awaiting the arrival of her team who would be arriving any minute. She did all this with the utmost grace and elegance in her satin black dress that fell to her knees and hug her curves making her look utterly flawless. Everything was set in motion all she needed to do was relay the information to the others living in the house and they would head out immediately.

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"Allen, come on!" the cherry voice called out to him, his brown eyes snapped open to take in the large expanse of stars above him set within the dark abyss of the night sky. Pushing himself to sit up straight, he looked over the sea of grass to see the back of a running girl, her long brown hair flowing out behind her, she looked no older then sixteen. Pushing himself to his feet, he took off after her, but he couldn't catch up. The distance between them only continued to increase. His lungs started to burn, and each new breath felt painful as it made its way down his throat and into his lungs. Looking down at his legs, he put everything into it, pushing himself to run as fast as he could, but it didn't help. The faster he ran, the faster she ran until his legs finally gave out, and he tumbled forward to see the grass come up to meet him.


Allen's eyes snapped open to look up at the ceiling as a voice he would know anywhere came over the intercom telling calling for him and telling him he wouldn't get breakfast if he didn't get to the dinning room in ten minutes. He was incredibly tempted to blow her off and refuse to go, but he was hungry, and she would only call him if she had a mission planned, and he had to admit, if she called James and Lara as well then this could be a fun job.

Letting out a slow grunt as he let the air slowly leave his lungs, he rolled out of his bed and onto the cold wooden floor, the feel on his bare feet enough to push some of the weariness from his mind. Stumbling over to his dresser, he pulled on some simple blue jeans, a bland black shirt, slipped on his white tennis shoes, and last, but certainly never least, he tugged down his old Dodge hat over his unruly black locks. If they wanted him to dress up that wasn't going to happen. This was the best they got, they should consider themselves lucky he decided to shower everyday which reminded him to sometime try to take the form of soap and see if it cleaned him.

Leaving his room, he navigated his way through their 'super secret awesome bad guy HQ/Tower of Doom!' that had become 'home' to him and many of the other 'gifted little kiddies' that were like them. Some of them were bland and dull, but their were a few gems among the rocks. Covering his mouth to hide his yawn, he walked into the diner room, a quaint room that was far too overly done in his opinion. As if the design was meant to display that the owner had far more wealth and power then those who visited, the large rectangle table with the her, Genevieve, completed the picture, "A lovely morning to you too, Ms. Blane, don't you just look lovely this morning, did you have a date last night?" Allen said flashing her a smile despite the chill that ran down his spine.

Genevieve had a way of unsettling him. Allen was not quite sure why, but he did know that he fought her control constantly, but she was not someone he felt he could use for his own amusement which made her of little use to him then there was the fact she held more power over him then he liked which constantly annoyed him. Sliding into a seat on her right hand side, being sure to keep a chair between them for either James or Lara when they got there.

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James had actually been awake for a while, listening to some music and reading various fanfiction stories. The intercom buzzed to life, interrupting his daily dose of Psychopathic Records. "James, Allen, and Lara there will be a meeting in the dining room in ten minutes, if you're not present you won't get to eat." Such an announcement could only mean two things: first, something was about to happen; and second, as well as most importantly, there was food. Goodbye fanfiction, hello breakfast.

He set about getting his clothes for the day, putting on a dark pair of jeans as well as black and white running shoes before the most difficult decision of the morning; what color t-shirt was he going to wear? So many options, black with graphics, black without graphics,black with other colors, etc. In the end he opted for a black t shirt with a white anarchy symbol on the front. He grabbed his 'trademark' hoodie as he left his room, closing the door behind him.

The meeting should be interesting, meetings meant missions and missions meant a chance to mess with the general population. He grinned at this thought as he made his way into the dining room that could only be described as a "bit" much. He assumed that the meeting would postpone breakfast so he took a seat halfway down the extensive table, waving at Allen along the way.

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Lara McIntosh


Lara was downstairs in the kitchen, in, what she called, her "morning clothes"; baggy sweat pants and an overly large sweater. She was an early riser, liked to eat breakfast in the quiet kitchen by herself, then resign to the living room to read. Her book was on the counter, The Collective Works of Edgar A. Poe a copy that one would find had been written in with thoughts and assessments as well as personal opinions, while she spread some tart jam on her toast and poured herself a mug of cider. It was hardly the "time of year" for apple cider, being summer and all, but it was one of Lara's favorite drinks. She had just sat down when Genevieve's announcement came on over the intercom. Lara slumped a fraction of an inch as she grabbed her food, forgetting her book on the counter, as she made her way to the dining room.

As she entered she noticed the one chair between Allen and Genevieve. Lara rolled her eyes hardly needing an expression from Allen to know he would mentally be asking her to sit there. It really didn't matter to her where she sat and Allen would owe her if she did, so she took that empty chair. Her mug and plate clinking on the table.

It was before Genevieve had started speaking that Lara's mind had already begun to wander. Wander back to the dream that she has had the past week, every night the same thing. It didn't even act like a dream, normally in dreams something surreal would always happen, like leaves changing colors too quickly or clouds hanging below her knees as it rains. No this dream was just her walking along a dirt road in a forest and at the she would arrive a broken house and she can hear yelling from inside. Part of her wants to go in and see what kind of place this is, but something holds her back and instead she just stands outside looking at this house. She would usually wake up just as there was a bang from inside the house, not covered in sweat, not breathing heavily, but haunted by what this house was and what was going on inside.

While she continued thinking, her eyes a bit glazed in thought, she swirled her apple cider watching the golden liquid circle itself.

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Jenny nodded her head through Patrick's entire speech, acting as though she had been listening to every word. She had been listening, but her mind often wandered in the mornings and she found herself thinking about bakery boy while he had been talking. Boy was he gorgeous, and the personality on him was unlike anyone she had ever met. It was as if the world had actually managed to make somebody that was unique to everyone else, and that interested her.

But she knew the basics: big trucks incoming, keep the villains from touching the trucks while on Madison avenue, don't kill anyone, watch the park, highway 478 safe. From that she could basically put together the plan. It actually was a lot more simple than Patrick's other plans. Most of them consisted of grids and maneuvers and all these other things that Jenny had a hard time following because they were all just so precise and she always thought of herself more as a free spirit that went wherever the wind blew her. But this plan seemed easy enough to follow.

Taking the last swig of her monster and grimacing at the fact it was more than she had expected, she hopped out of her chair and gulped it down, then said "Got it. I'm gonna go get some super clothes on and smoke my cigarette of the heroes then go save the day by protecting this mystery truck!" If most people had said that it would have come off as sarcastic, but Jenny had the ability to take something that sounds sarcastic and mean it whole-heartedly. In fact, she wasn't the kind of person to ever use sarcasm. In a lot of ways she was a kid at heart.

She walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to her bedroom where she slipped on a white V-neck and a pair of black shorts with the AM Arctic Monkeys album sign on each back pocket. She then laced on some black combat boots and looked in the mirror. Her piercings were there natural silver color and, concentrating ever so slightly, she turned them black. Her mind went blank for a moment afterward ands she just kind of stood there, dazed. After a moment though she snapped back into reality and wondered what just happened. She touched her left angel bite but quickly pulled her hand off of it as it was scorching hot to touch. This had happened a couple times before, it simply meant she accidentally changed it permanently. "Boo, I liked them silver." She said to herself and sighed. She grabbed her pack of Marlboro Blacks off her dresser and the rhinestone lighter beside them and skipped out of her room and down the stairs then out the door, giving a princess wave on her way out in the direction of the kitchen.

She pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it, slowly inhaling the poison into her lungs. Many times before she had considered quitting, but something about it just always dragged her back to the puff. It was soothing, and although it didn't remind her of a better time, it helped her cloud out a worse one. Whenever she would have her flashbacks she would just smoke a cigarette and they would go away. She blew out the smoke in rings and couldn't help but feel the itch of her phone in her back pocket. She could text the boy from the bakery and meet up with him after the mission...yeah. She would do that.

Pulling out her phone she went to his contact and texted, "Running errands on Madison Ave.. Meet up at central park after?" She sent it and put it away just as she reached central park. This was going to be a piece of cake. It was almost as if it was an errand it was so simple. She thought to herself that this was normally the kind of moment where something goes terribly wrong in a book or a movie. Times like these in was good to be living in reality.

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Genevieve LeBlanc






Once everyone had arrived Genevieve smiled and opened the small notebook in front of her, the entire book was written in code of coarse, couldn't have it falling into the wrong hands. The woman looked through her notes then cleared her throat before speaking, "This morning I got some very interesting information, there will be a package being delivered on a truck that will be running through the Central Park area, at this time I do not have the details on what the package is, only that it is important documents. I don't care," she paused here and took her time to look each of them in turn, "I want those documents, and I need to know if I can trust you to help me get them. What ever they are could be extremely valuable for us I just want you each to know how important this is, this is not a drill. We strike fast and with force."
Genevieve did not for an answer as she flipped shut her notebook and stood up abruptly, touching the carved wood of the table as she stood. "Oh and we need to rush because the limousines are out front already so I hope you can be ready in five minutes." She gave a wry smile picking up her book and she left the dinning room heading off into the many rooms of the house disappearing quickly into it almost without a trace. She walked through the halls making her way to her bedroom shutting the door silently and locking it.

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Allen was a little annoyed that his fearless leader had decided to not respond to his nudge. In fact, she didn't look like she had heard him at all which did not make him feel better about her in the least. The only thing that stopped him from moving into the seat closer to her and to try once again was the arrival of James who Allen gave a small nod to show he noticed the wave, but James seemed to want to sit rather far away from the rest of their little group.

Lara joined them nearly right after James sit, and much to his delight, she decided to sit right between him and their fearless leader. Allen flashed her a smile, leaning over the side of his chair to get closer to her to try and engage her in some conversation or another when Genevieve decided to finally speak, and he was not surprised to find that her attention was on business. Letting out a disappointed grunt, he fell back into his rather uncomfortable chair to listen to the 'mission ops'.

His cell vibrated in his jeans, and Allen did not bother to shoot anyone an apologetic smile as he cracked open the phone to read the message, pondering on what to do. He could probably make it. It seemed they would be in the same area, and if he couldn't, he would just let her know. Setteled on his decision, he sent a reply to the baker girl, Sounds good, Let me know what you are there.

"Wonderful. We are on a mission to get a random box of mystery. Ten bucks says she knows what is in it and just doesn't want to tell us grunts," Allen said letting his chin fall in his hand, "I am not wearing tights," he added as there was no way that was going to happen. He was dressed well enough and when he started to change form it was not like he was easily recognized.

Allen moved his eyes from Lara and James wanting to hear their thoughts on the latest mission before a thought popped itself back in his mind, "Hey! What about breakfast!?"

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Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc
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When Genevieve started talking, Lara still didn't look up from her cup, but her mind was fully focused on the woman. Important, mystery package, Lara thought, Should be fun. When Genevieve left the table Lara quickly ate one of the pieces of toast and was about to go back up to her room and change quickly, when Allen spoke up.

"Wonderful. We are on a mission to get a random box of mystery. Ten bucks says she knows what is in it and just doesn't want to tell us grunts," Allen said, "I am not wearing tights."

Lara gave the smallest of smiles at this last comment, "Sure you will. Imagine all the girls you could pick up in tights; and you should call yourself Copy Cat, for copying everything you touch."

"Hey! What about breakfast!?" Allen said loudly.

Lara took up her drink, but shoved the other piece of toast in front of him, "Enjoy," was all Lara said before lightly smacking him in the head.

Back in her room she set down her cup on a table that was near the door, where a small pile of books were and about three other empty mugs. Lara quickly moved, putting on a pair of worn jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. She was pulling on a pair of tennis shoes as she came downstairs, the cup she had brought up now empty with the others in her room.

She quickly stopped by the dining room again and poked her head in, "Copy Cat you're being slow, so are you James." With that she went out to the limousines and got inside. The first time she went out on a mission she could remember how distracting it was being in a limo that she almost missed what Genevieve had told her to do, but now, years later, she couldn't imagine going on a mission without being taken in a limo. There was a little head piece on an armrest, they were all given one to stay in touch during the mission, though she was usually in the dark as she had to possess someone who didn't have their special little ear pieces. Still she put it in her ear and turned it on.

"So what's the plan?" Lara asked to Genevieve who was undoubtedly listening and waiting to give her instructions, Who am I possessing today?"

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Character Portrait: Elysia Knight Character Portrait: Patrick Miller Character Portrait: Jennifer Thompson Character Portrait: Allen Hayes Character Portrait: Lara McIntosh Character Portrait: Daniel Cranbury Character Portrait: James T. Mercer Character Portrait: Genevieve LeBlanc
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Daniel walked down the street like he did every morning once a week, this morning he felt a chilly breeze and put up the hood of his jacket to ward away the unwanted cold. But today was a bit different, today he carried in his hands a cardboard cup holder holding four drinks from the cafe just down the street, he opened the gate to the little house that he had been living in for several weeks now and even though he was the newest member of the team he still hadn't managed to spend time with the people he was living with, he always insisted on training attempting to control and perfect his new found ability and when he wasn't doing that he was hiding in his room trying to forget what he could do. He had nightmares of the moment he found out he wasn't normal and of the accident he had caused and it tortured him, he shook off the feeling and took in a deep breath getting ready to go inside and face those who he had been avoiding.
Daniel took a step back when he found two people already in the kitchen looking like they were about to head out, he lifted up his carton of beverages like a trophy and giving an apologetic smile. He had already asked for their favorite drinks the week before and was just now getting around to actually buying them, he looked around just then and asked, "where's Jen?"





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Genevieve looked up when she heard Lara's voice over the ear piece she had already placed in her ear but only for a moment before returning to her work with a cherry red smile. She closed her eyes and leaned over continuing to carefully put on her black knee high boots and spoke smoothly, "Today we are going to be going to Central Park to wait for the truck to pass by as soon as it does I'm going to need you to posses the driver and get him to pull over, quick and easy. The truck could be going at a high speed so you might have to do it fast, do you think that you could handle it? In the mean time James will be getting the documents and Allen and I will be looking after your body and looking out for the heroes." As she was talking Genevieve had zipped up both boots and tied back her hair ready to go she made her way out of her room and down the hallway, she knew that her team didn't trust her but she clearly didn't care. It was pointless, she didn't need their trust she needed their compliance as long as they were still under her wing she was content. The dark haired woman opened the door of the limousine and glided into an available seat seeing both Lara and James were already in the car making her smile.