Hillside House [O/A] y.aoi mxm

Interested?

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[Mikail189]

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tab It was a long way from from home as a police car drove down a desolate road in the outskirts of San Francisco, sirens blaring to alert any cars that drove down that something was coming and it was potentially dangerous. Well that something had his red eyes cast out the back seat window of the car, his hands were cuffed and he had a small pack of things he was taking to his new home... Away from what could be considered the sibling prison of Alcatraz. Today had been the first day in a long time that he had even seen the outside of prison walls, yet that wasn't enough for him, he wanted his blades back, his nails to grow out again and most of all to use his abilities to full force once again. It had been a long time since he even got the taste of blood, let alone let his own infect someone else's body.

tab With the house coming closer he looked to the officer who seemed a bit uneasy driving him even if he had nothing to cut himself with and he had a Hannibal Lecter-esque mask over his face so he was even unable to use his fangs to draw blood from anywhere other than his mouth, and even then it wouldn't be enough to make something that would kill this man. 's**t... Why did I have to get stuck with this freak? They locked him up for a reason... Why are they letting him out now?' The thoughts of the police man were easily read and the Romanian shrugged and laughed a little. "Beats the hell out of me... I was just fine in my cell." He ansewered the other clearly, his smooth accent traveling over his words like butter on warm toast. It suited him perfectly. The officer gave a jump, for this was the first time this entire trip that the male had actually spoken, als he had not expected Austin to read his thoughts, let alone answer them.

tab "Heh.... I almost forgot you were there. You're quiet." The officer tried to cover his tracks though the male saw through them all the same. "No you didn't. The entire ride you have been thinking about me, wondering if I'm going to kill you, and if I was planning on doing so why haven't I already... I just didn't bother answering your thoughts." He stated calmly, his gaze still out the window. He could see his new home already coming into view. "Also I don't appreciate you calling me a freak... There are worse people out there than me." He trailed off, silencing again as they arrived in the driveway. The cop said nothing as he let Austin out, unmasked him and uncuffed him. "Finally..." The Romanian muttered as he grabbed his bag and dug through it applying his accessories that included thumb rings with blades facing outwards and traveling a short ways back along his hand, sharp spiked bracelets on both wrists and a chain with a razor blade on it around his neck. All of these items and more were not for the purpose of hurting others, but for cutting himself so he could use his favorite weapon, his blood.

tab He was escorted to the front door where he was left with his pack and abandoned as the officer took off without another word. Smart... Had he stood there any longer Austin probably would have made him first kill of the day. Though, right now he wondered who else would be in this house, if he had his own room, and if someone would be his willing blood doner, otherwise he would have to consume blood from hospital blood packs, and he hated those. With a sigh he knocked on the door. "Casă, dulce casă ..."



Out.Of.Circulation: [ NA ]
Romanian Translation: [ Home sweet home... ]

[Adrian Blackbear]

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Was it worth it? He has asked himself the very same question every single day that he was away from home. Despite the fact that it had been well over two months since he had moved from New York City, the boy still missed his family a lot, and sometimes regretted wiping their memory, but something inside him told him that it would be for the best that he did that. They wouldn't miss him if something happened, and that way nobody could connect them to Joseph if someone ever went after him. He had made the best of his time in California so far, and from what he gathered, he would need to make his way to the home base facility that was located somewhere near the Golden Gate Bridge. New York City was one thing, but California was so different. It was like the biggest culture shock to him, and he wondered now if any of the other people had traveled that far just to go to this facility. Joey had only carried one bag with him from New York, and that bag had a few shirts, an extra pair of jeans, and then his small amount of personal belongings that he managed to get his hands on before leaving home; a few family photos, old birthday cards, small trinkets that he was given as gifts, and the like. Those small items meant a lot to him, and the fact that his abilities were oriented around memories strengthened the thoughts of how much personal thought had came from those gifts and the photos.

The trip was long and arduous, as he headed through the streets of the downtown area and tried to catch a bus to the nearest location that the building was apparently located. As he paid his way onto the bus, he headed over towards the empty set of seats before realizing that he was to be joined by another person who was getting onto the bus with him. Joey took the empty seat, watching as a young boy took the seat next to him, a skater-type apparently, since his backpack had a skateboard protruding from the zipper opening which wasn't completely closed. The boy looked out of the corner of his eyes to Joey, apparently not appreciating his New York style of clothing, since Joseph was wearing a thin button up shirt with a scarf hanging loosely around his neck, and then a pair of baggy jeans with a nice pair of shoes on - not sneakers, shoes - since he had an appreciation of good looking clothing and formalwear. The boy's face had obviously revealed that his conflicted with Joseph's sense of style, so Joey looked him over in the eyes, his cornea's glazing over for a second before the kid's facial expression changed completely, smiling from ear to ear. "AH MAN! You skate!?"

"Yeah, every so often." His reply was simple, his hallucination on the boy was just that his clothing changed to skate-wear, a pair of boarding shorts and then a name-brand skating top. Joey hardly found the whole hallucination worth it once he saw the boy up and leave to stop at the skate park the bus had pulled up to. At least Joey was getting a hold of controling his abilities now, despite the real lack of needing it at that moment. A few more stops down the road and Joseph finally found himself somewhere near his destination, ringing the bell for the bus to stop and hopping off with his bag slung over his shoulder. When he had contacted the person running the place, they had given him the exact address, though the numbers meant nothing to him until he was actually in the vacinity of the compound. He started walking along the sidewalk, counting down the numbers outisde the buildings until he found one located in a hill. There was another person standing at the doorway already, as well as a police car driving away from the facility. Was that escort good or bad? They never mentioned anything about convicts and the like being in the program, but he never asked those questions either. As long as he could handle himself, he guessed that it didn't matter. He stepped up the path behind the other and stopped behind him a few steps away from the doorway. "Hello there, are you here for the program as well? I was just hoping to find out whether or not I am at the right place." By now he had put the address away and wasn't going to fumble around for it just to check if he could just as easily ask the stranger if he was in the right place.











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[KyeDrahs]

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「 Stone-hard, machine gun; Firing at the ones who run 」
「 Stone-hard as bulletproof glass. 」

There was nothing that could be done. What had happened, happened and by no means was their going to be a way to try and find an excuse to explain what had happened. Even if there was, it was too late now. All the tests and everything they made Alexander do to prove what had happened wasn't just a simple fluke were in the records. He never knew that these abilities, these powers, would cause such a ruckus among people who didn't have them. Perhaps his parents were right all those years about hiding his potential and to just attempt to be "normal" as they described. What was normal anyway? He was far more normal than plenty of those kids who were going around stealing things or having children before they were anywhere ready to. Just having these powers made him some kind of spectacle apparently. The blonde couldn't shake the constant traveling thoughts and ideas that were flashing through his mind as he sat in the back of a midnight black car.

There were two voices in the two seats in front of him, one belonging to his father's current partner at the station and the other to a woman who he had met maybe a week ago. This woman was one of the ones who had runs tests on him at the station, she was relatively pleasant but still the fact that she was one of the ones who made such a big deal was off putting. He sat there silently gazing out the window, legs crossed elegantly. His almost skintight dark jeans, just held his legs in place as the car went over the small bumps in the road. His right hand supported the weight of his chin as he glued his gaze to the outside world. 'Such a shame, being forced to travel to this experimental house on such a nice night.' The telekinetic boy thought to himself. The scenery passed by like bolts of lightning in the middle of a storm; just as soon he laid his eyes on it - it was out of view. Being so close to the SSTFD house was almost calming knowing that his family really wasn't that far away, close enough to visit if it was permitted. The turns and swerves were surely a sign that he was getting close to the destination. Couldn't he escape from this car and just run away and try to live another simple life without this? Then why wasn't he? Alexander had everything he needed perhaps the excitement of the unknown had made it's way to the teen preventing him from acting rash.

With a sigh he peeled himself away from the window and sitting back in the seat facing the back of the seat in front of him. Crossing his arms he looked at the man driving, who even though was driving was glancing back at him occasionally with a worried look plastered on his face. Alex could tell the man wanted to say something to him, but just couldn't form words. It must have been hard practically abandoning someone you've known since they were a child without knowing what was going to happen to them. A small smile somehow made it's way to the blonde's face. "I'll be fine Trevor. Save your worries for those that need it." The sudden words seemed to hit Trevor deep enough to finally act like the man he should have been acting like. The change in facial expression showed Alex, that his reassuring words put the man at ease. Finally the car came to a stop. They had arrived.

Alexander grabbed all his important belongs and took his leave of the vehicle, turning only to give a small wave two the two in the car before they sped off. With a slightly solemn look on his face he turned to face the house that he would be spending lord only knows how much time in. His pale green eyes examined all of his surroundings trying to really taken in the place. It was a nice facility - very upscale compared to what he had assumed. He cautiously took some steps forward before noticing that there were another two teenage boys standing there, and by looks of it they had just arrived on the scene as well. 'Looks like I'm not the first to arrive, at least I'm not the last that would be quite awkward.' The blonde mused in his mind, slightly excited to meet others like him in the sense they had powers. Even though they could be like him, he knew he still had to be cautious and not get sloppy with himself and keep his guard up at least for a little while, until he knew he could trust these people. Not wishing to interrupt he stayed a few yards back from the two, and got another look at the place now that he was closure.

"I can't wait to take look around the inside."


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「 I am titanium. 」

[KilljoyLights]

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xx ☠But he's coming for you ✓✓ yeah he's coming for you☠
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the sleight of my hand ☞ is now a quick-pull trigger
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you'd better run♪♫ better run ✓✓ outrun my gun ♪♫

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Augustin Zachary Carpathia xxxxxxxxx☢

tab Austin was getting tired of waiting and was just about to open the door an walk in himself when another car drove up. He watched another male get out of the car, his crimson eyes examining him from afar. He didn't look like someone the red eyed male would get along with, but he couldn't help hearing his questioning thoughts. A police car? What was the escort for? Nothing bad I hope... Though I don't remember hearing about any convicts coming here. He rolled his eyes and said nothing about it, though would answer those questions in time.

tab The Romanian muttered something in his first language and looked to the doors again, glaring at them and knocking again. Was he even in the right place? Had that moron officer dropped him off at some empty house and left him? "Eu am de gând să-l omoare, dacă acest lucru este greşit locul." He grumbled in Romanian, fists beginning to clench as he thought of just how he was going to cut that officer up and leave him to bleed.

tab Those thoughts were cut short, however, by a voice and he turned to see the other male standing behind him. He relaxed his hands and looked the male in the eye before shrugging. "Yeah. I'm new." He answered the question simply before getting to more pressing matters. "I was just wondering the same thing..." He stated, his accent smooth as it overlapped his words. Most would say he spoke and sounded like the famed Dracula from the movies and TV shows, but if one were to listen to Austin really speak one would notice his accent was much more crisp and smoother than the famed movie monster.

tab He had wanted to speak up about the other male's thoughts when he heard another thought train not too far from him. He glanced to the side to see another blonde male and sighed rolling his eyes. He wasn't liking this one bit, and was actually questioning when he could go back to prison and into his lonely cell. He was liking the sound of that better at the moment.



Out.Of.Circulation: [ Adrian I hope you don;t mind me putting a small thought into your character's head. Really it was just restating the questions you posted but in the way Austin heard them. I can edit if you don't like it. ]
Romanian Translation: [ I am going to kill him if this is the wrong place. ]

[Mikail189]

[I-I-I wanna give you one last option
I-I-I wanna give you one last chance
If-if you're looking for the main attraction
Just hold on tight and let me do my dance]

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All seemed to be in order at Hillside House as Brennon went over his checklist one more time. He had been doing this all day now to have the house ready for the new recruits coming in. He wanted their first visit to be as painless as possible and somewhat enjoyable. Brennon's father had given him files on each of the new arrivals and he was mildly interested in how everyone was going to interact with each other. It was also nice to know a little something about each of them so he wouldn't be caught off guard by anything out of the ordinary. Then again nothing about this whole ordeal was remotely ordinary in any sense. "Kitchen is fully stocked, everything is good to go." He spoke, staring at a monitor that had been installed where one of the kitchen cabinets would be. The man on the other side simply nodded, looking somewhat similar to Brennon as they held the same curly hair and eye color. "Don't worry dad we'll be just fine." With that he closed the communication and placed his clipboard down to grab a drink.

Brennon paused, his hand gripping the fridge door as he heard a sound coming from the front entrance of the house. "They're here!" He exclaimed forgetting completely about his thirst as he made his way toward the foyer. Brennon stopped at a small panel just to the side, clicking a few buttons to access the front door's security camera. Only two of them at the moment but the others were bound to just be a little late due to traffic, he hoped. Taking a deep breath, the brunette reached for the handle opening it slowly at first but then pulling open all the way to reveal his smiling form at the other two teens. "Glad to see you guys made it here, I'm Brennon nice to meet you." He extended a hand out to the male closest to the door. Brennon took in his attire and immediately saw the razors making him flinch on the inside. He had read about this one's file and well his abilities were a little disturbing to say the least.

Truthfully Brennon was happy to see the others arriving. He was thankful he would have more people around the house instead of just himself and a few scientists and what not. The Hillside House could get pretty quiet and lonely especially when he wasn't really allowed to leave. Not that his father didn't trust him but Brennon's powers could go a little haywire on some occasions and they didn't need to cover up a fiasco of sorts. Now he had people to talk to who were just like him!
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● Current Song: "Dead" - Fools For Rowan●

Brennon Miguel Vidal

[If you want it, I'm gonna be
Va Va Voom Voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom
If you want it, I'm gonna be
Va Va Voom Voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom]

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[Rexsah]

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There was not a time in his life that Noah could remember being so quiet for such a prolonged period of time, not even when he went on a silence strike after his parents took his car after he got an MIP charge. But this—no this was a completely different beast all together. The entire drive from Austin to San Francisco, Noah reminded absolutely silent pretty much ignoring the fact that his parents were in the car with him. Every time they would try to talk to him he would grunt in response but refuse to speak actual words. On some level he understood why they were making him do this after all his parents were scientist at heart and it was against their nature to turn down a chance like this. But for the most part he was going to be angry snarly teenager about being forced to leave the life he knew behind to be turned into some kind of lab rat super soldier.

Even when his parents dropped him off and attempted to say their goodbyes, before they went to get his dad settled into his new condo, he gave them a stone cold stare. As he walked away and headed towards the house that he’d be calling home for God knows how long his father grabbed his wrist, forcing him to turn around. “Look son I know you aren’t happy about this. But you’re a Burke, a trooper—whatever they throw at you, you can handle.” Christian knelt down to his son’s level and looked into his eyes. “Make the best out of this Noah, and no matter what know that your mom and I love you.” He pulled his son into a crushing bear hug, and despite Noah’s best efforts he just couldn’t resist the urge to hug back. He still didn’t speak but he looked into his dad’s eyes and gave a nod of acknowledgement.

He gave his parents a final wave before looking down at the seven large bags at his feet with a little grin on his face. “Thgiewrehtaef!” he easily lifted the seven heavy bags and made his way to the front door, there was already a little bit of a crowd gathering there. Not Noah’s ideal situation for meeting people, he preferred to be in a more environment but it didn’t look like was something that could be avoided. He trotted up alongside the other guys that were obviously just arriving. He hung back for a second and eyed each of the guys up one by one, even if he couldn’t have his ideal situation; he wasn’t going to be going into this blind. The tall goth looking guy gave him a bad feeling, it was one of these things he couldn’t put his fingers on, but...he just had an unsettling aura. ’Don’t want to meet him in a dark alley alone, might try to suck my blood.’ He chuckled to himself quietly at his joke and moved onto the next guy.

The first thing that Noah noticed about the blonde was that he was shorter than he was, that was something that he wasn’t used to. He didn’t look to be all that intimidating, and from his posture and the way he was standing back a little, Noah assumed that he wasn’t going to be much competition for alpha male—a position Noah intended to establish quickly. Then there was the brunette, Noah’s first reaction was to casually lick his lips while looking him up and down. ’Well if I’m going to be stuck here at least I have eye candy.’ And that brought him to the guy standing at the door. He seemed excitable and genuinely happy to be there even though the situation definitely sucked. He actually reminded Noah a lot of his best friend back home, the thought brought a smile to his face.

Feeling a little bit more at ease and in control he strolled forward past the blonde up to where the other guys were standing. He purposefully stood as far away from the raven haired goth as possibly, instead angling himself towards the guy that had just introduced himself as Brennon. Smiling a bit he extended his free hand and intercepted the handshake. “Nice to meet you Brennon. I’m Noah, Noah Burke.”




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[Adrian Blackbear]

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He guessed he had found the place after all, not that it wasn't obvious to begin with now that people were showing up at the doorstep. The one he was talking to didn't seem all that excited to be here really, so Joey thought it was safe to assume that not everybody came to the facility willingly, though if it were up to him, he would eagerly move into this place regardless of what would go on behind the doors. Coming from NYC, this was a welcome change from living in a cramped apartment with his family; the rooms were small and crowded, and he didn't have any privacy. At least in a place like this, he would have some room to move around, and maybe a fraction more of privacy. As he looked over the other boy again, he couldn't help but pass judgement, as unfortunate as it was to say. First impressions were often generated by the physical appearance one had, and though he had the whole grunge look going on, it wasn't something that other people would appreciate as much. Coming at it from a stylistic perspective, it wasn't awful, but Joey wouldn't be caught dead in it. But whatever this person wanted to dress up as was his decision, hell, it didn't matter if the kid wore a chicken suit; as long as he could trust him in the house, or in the field of work, he had no problem getting along with the stranger.

Joey's introduction with the strange gothic dressed man cut short once another person appeared in the doorway, this time from inside the house, apparently one of the people who was already living there and sort of used to the whole situation. The one who had introduced himself with his name was apparently Brennon, a handsome young gentleman that seemed to be pretty outgoing. At least he was friendly about helping everyone in. Joey walked up the last few steps and shook the man's hand, smiling a little as he prepared to introduced himself as well, only to be cut off by someone who was just a little more quick to the punch. From behind him, all he could hear was "Nice to meet you Brennon. I'm Noah, Noah Burke." When the other person introduced himself, he quickly jumped in to join the others. "Hello there, I'm Joseph. I think I spoke to you on the phone a while back? If not, it was someone that sounded like you." The man looked past the host and peeked inside the house a little bit, eager to head inside and get a good look of his new home for the time being. He had been quick to judge though, because a lot of the boys here were actually pretty good looking. Despite coming here to do work and whatnot, it seemed as though he may enjoy being around some of the others. He was beginning to wonder if any of these other guys was actually gay or not, not that he was really searching for a relationship with some stranger he had just met up with.

He looked past Brennon again, after introducing himself, and tried to get a good glimpse around. "Mind if we take the introductions inside? It's kinda toasty out here, and I'm not really used to the heat ... still." A small smile spread across his face as he slipped past Brennon and looked around the main entrance room of the facility, setting his bag down as he looked around the place. Thankfully it was much more cool inside the building, and he didn't have to worry about sweating, since he pulled his scarf off and set it on his bags. The fabric was only used as something of a fashion statement anyways. He turned back around to look at the guys all gathered around the doorway. He wondered if anyone else would be comfortable enough to just walk in and get settled. He didn't know much about the place other than the fact that everything was all worked in perfectly. He only needed to bring his personal belongings and then he would be all set. He hadn't heard anything about his room yet, but at this point he couldn't care if he was sleeping on a couch or the floor, because the house was beautiful when he looked around the inside like that. "This is a pretty nice place here. Do you guys have rooming arrangements already? Or do we just choose a room?"











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Ｔｈｅ ｐｕｒｅ ｋｉｎｄ ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｄｒｅａｍ ｏｆ



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[KilljoyLights]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the sleight of my hand ☞ is now a quick-pull trigger
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you'd better run♪♫ better run ✓✓ outrun my gun ♪♫

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Augustin Zachary Carpathia xxxxxxxxx☢

tab The door opened and a male finally stepped out and introduced himself as Brennon. So he was going to be living with this guy? He seriously wondered what his abilities were, if he had any at all. Austin's thoughts were merely on if he was the only one here with a deadly ability, and if he was could he kill everyone within this house? He saw the hand and the flinch and gave a fanged smirk. "Not afriad of a little blood are you?" He asks with a chuckle as he reached in to shake his hand.

tab Intercepted by another male who's thoughts made it apparent that he was judging Austin merely by his looks... And pretty accurately at that. He looked to the boy and nodded to Brennon, stating his own name before walking up to the other male. He grabbed his shoulder to stop him and turned him around to face him. "Hey, watch your neck, or next time I see you I might just take up your offer about that dark alley, and I'll make sure you don't come out." He bared his fangs and gave the male, now known as Noah, a hard glare before turning away from him and walking further into the house. he could hear the thoughts of the others, but pay them no mind. At least they were softer now that he was nearly out of range.

tab He wandered into the kitchen and instantly looked into the fridge, grabbing a soda before raiding the cupboards for a bag of chips. He had been in prison so long he honestly had forgotten what actual food tasted like, and as he opened the bag of chips he smiled savoring his first taste of real non-prison food. He was starting to like this already, and it would be great if he had a room all to himself. That would make everything just right in his world.

tab He walked back to the front with his chips and soda and looked around. "So what's the secret? There's gotta be something up if the supposed hell hole I was sent to looks like this." He stated as took the stairs and searched the halls. Really he was trying to get his barings and get comfortable, but he knew that with this many people crammed into one house and the high possibility that he was going to be sharing a room, he was never going to truly be comfortable or trusting of anyone here.



Out.Of.Circulation: [ N/A ]
Romanian Translation: [ I am speaking English. ]

[Sammy Skittels]

Duke Everett Rossi
Thirteen
"I'll scream until my heart comes out of my chest."

Things had not been exactly great for the youth as he sat in the back of the car that had been essentially delivering him to the site of this program he had gotten himself into. It had been a quiet drive from Washington, D.C., the rep who had approached him in the ERF as he was being brought to a police car. The only thing he had said was yes to the offer, and left it at that, not saying anything else. Their had clearly been a lot on the boys mind after the events in the ERF. Even the driver had been concerned about driving the special boy. There had been another special person, but they seemed to have disappeared before anyone else arrived. Sitting beside the male was the rep, filling out paperwork, seeming to occupied with his work to start any form of conversation. He was distant, looking past the passing landscape. He was coping with the death of his parents, at his own hands. Part of him happy about doing, part of him horrified. He was just waiting for it to finally sink in, the reprocussions of his choices. For now though he was pulling up to the house he was going to be living in.

Duke stepped out of the car grabbing his backpack, it was all he had, from living on the streets for so long, he learned to live lightly. He looked at his reflection, he hadn't exactly had the chance to shower recently, one of the downsides of living on the street, then breaking into a government facility. He had dirt smudged on his cheek and his clothes weren't exactly the cleaneast. He looked at the other boys at the entrance to the house. This was a joke, a bunch of rag tag individuals. He felt his sixth sense kick in, a rush hitting him from the amount of guys with special abilities around him. He looked at the four of them, starting with the slender gothic male. He had blood manipulation as well as ranged telepathy. He clenched his fist gritting his teeth, he didn't like anyone being in his head. He moved on though to the shorter blonde boy, who was a telekinetic, as well as capable of making psionic shields. That was definitely a intersting power to have, as well as probably deadly. Then there was the boy who arrived just before he did, he could fly and had something similar to magic, maybe spellcasting. Duke's sensing abilities weren't always the most accurate with specifics, but it came in handy. Then there was the boy who already was in the house, apparently his name was Brennon. He could change the odds of things on a massive level as well as manipulate technology, possibly more. Then last but not least was the male who could manipulate memories and create hallucinations. He felt a bit animosity towards him, he wouldn't want his memories to ever be altered. Quite the bunch here, but right now he found himself just wanting to get settled in, although he didn't know how to do so. So for now he would just go claim himself a room.

Duke walked up to the group before walking past the two, the one who brought up something about blood, and the smaller blonde boy. He then purposedly bumped into Noah, before walking past both Brennon and Joey. "I'm going to my room then taking a shower." he stated, not making eye contact with any of them. He was aware of how rude that had been, but at this point he rather not deal with all these people at once. His head was a mess as it was, he didn't feel any need to talk to anyone. He made his way up the stairs and decided to put his bag down in a room, someone else was in one part of it, so he took the empty bed for himself. He put down his bag letting out a sigh, feeling his body sore from the lack of proper sleep and food. He then immediately walked over to the washroom and shut the door behind him. He turned on the water before slipping out of the dirty clothes and jumping into the shower.

It was starting to hit him now, he had killed the pathetic excuse of parental figures. He punched the wall letting himself crumple down to the floor. He let out a quiet growl letting himself let out all the pent up emotions he had on the car ride here. He punched the wall a few more times before he went on with his shower. A few minutes later stepping out and wrapping a towl around his waist. He looked into his reflection, looking at the small circle shaped scars all around the inside of his elbows. He clenched his knuckles before he went to cleaning his face again, it was a bit of an ocd habit, he had to wash his face after his shower, never before or during. He found his muscles begin to relax and unease thanks to the shower. He now wondered what he should be expecting in this house

outfit: shmeowshmeow // location: 2f bathroom // company: me, myself, and I

[KyeDrahs]

◘ Άɭəҳαnɗәr • Ɉσsәpɦ • Ғαυsʈ ◘

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「 Stone-hard, machine gun; Firing at the ones who run 」
「 Stone-hard as bulletproof glass. 」

Alexander stood there with little worry on his mind as more and more individuals were showing up at the house. Watching from his current position he spectated the conversation just feet from him. Sloppy introductions were being tossed around into the night air. The man who had opened the door was named Brennon, who for the most part seemed like a nice guy, but it could easily be an act of some form. Brennon held a hand out to the male who was dressed very dark and looked as if he belonged to a punk band of some kind. A sudden figure entered his peripherals and then into his line of sight as he swiftly walked pat him and the other two boys directly entering the conversation and grasping Brennon's hand firmly. His name was Noah, he answered with confidence - Alex liked that, seeing someone answer with such confidence and not giving a damn about the other's answers, although the way he went about it was rather rude of the individual. Joseph was the next one to comply with a polite introduction of his own, and after that they walked inside at Joseph's suggestion. The blonde followed the men and entered silently.

Upon entering he watched the dark haired teen continue and make himself at home with little consideration to even introduce himself. He was much closer to the group, and his showing up seemed a bit startling to the other's that hadn't seen him originally. Seeing as how the dark haired man wasn't introducing himself, he took the reins. "My name is Alexander, just Alex is fine. I suppose I'll be staying here with you lot. It's a pleasure." The blonde calmly spat out to the group. A gentle smile crossed his face wanting to show the group that he was of no threat to them...at least he didn't think he would be. He was aware that his appearance generally made him come off as a well, a b***h, so he wanted to take care of that without needing to reveal too much about himself too quickly. At this time yet another male entered with little hesitation. Just taking his bags off into a room and then coming back out to claim he was going to take a shower, which seemed like something odd to do right off the bat but to each their own.

Remembering the question of the rooming he finally came back into himself and looked over to the small group that was still standing around, three of them with various belongings. 'Sure doesn't appear that there are any rooming arrangements according to those two.' Alexander thought to himself in a witty manner. He was looking forward to getting to know these people at least a little more and find out what they can do, after all the government guided them here for good reason at least hopefully.

He couldn't help his eyes from roaming about the house and looking at everything he could see from where he was located. The house was very, very technologically advanced there were gizmos all over the place and yet the actual house wasn't futuristic looking, just more so very modern. It had a very warm feeling; Alexander could easily call this place a home after a little bit of settling in and getting comfortable. His feet moved involuntarily from pure awe and took a few feet forward trying to take a look up the stairs but it wasn't the easiest thing to see he would have to physically go up there. First things first taking care of the luggage, he wasn't really feeling the whole carrying his luggage around while curiously touring the house. Knowing that this was an SSTFD building he wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but every home has it's secrets. Who knows what they had planned?


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「 I am titanium. 」

[IdiosyncraticQuirks]

The words they’re hear drifted into Ash’s barely conscious mind as he continued to try and sleep, having been irritated by the buzz of people being awake in their house getting ready for the new arrivals the night before. Huffing a bit the sixteen year old flopped over onto his back and stared at the ceiling instantly coming awake, his hyper awareness refusing to allow him to sleep any longer once he picked up on the activity outside of the house. Rubbing his blue eyes childishly the blond boy sat up in his bed and stretched a loud groan escaping him as he rolled his neck a little hearing it crack. Shaking his head loose the teenager stood up and almost walked out the door when he felt a draft. Looking down and realizing her was pantsless, and boxerless for that matter Ash blinked a bit. When had he taken tho- oh right. He remembered now. Going into his dresser drawer and pulling on a pair of boxers, and nothing else the teenager poked his head out of the bedroom.

He could feel all of them even from up here, his usual housemates along with the new comers. Able to pinpoint their emotional grids he processed them to memory, and soon would have names and faces to the emotions he was feeling off of the others downstairs. Aside from the ones he already had of course. Scratching his bare chest he walked down the hallway. Moving out into the space where the door way was located he glanced over all the other males standing there and raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as introductions were being made.

Ash stayed quiet, which wasn’t exactly unusual for him unless someone around him was being hyperactive, or even feeling it and then he got all the spastic and ridiculous. Well he could get like that when he was over loaded too, which he had a feeling might just happen with all the emotions coming off of this group. There was just a whole ******** of crazy up in this joint. Sighing rather loudly, and obnoxiously from behind Brennon he spoke up “This is them huh? Goodie, a bunch of psychos and people with pickles instead of cocks up their asses. Just what I ********’ want to deal with.” Looking over Bennon’s shoulder he pinned each of the new comers with a stare associating their face to their emotional grid, narrowing them down that way.

Taking a step back the teenage male stretched out again and added “I’m Ash by the way, or Sonar depending on who you happen to be talking to you. Whichever one of you is Alexander, you’re my roommate. Rooms on this floor down the hall and to the left.” Hearing his shoulders crack and pop he gave a soft satisfied groan before cocking his head “Oh and if you didn’t get it from my c**k and a** comment I’m gay. If you have a problem with that, well there’s the door. Either deal with me or leave, ‘cuz me I ain’t going nowhere.” Smirking a little, clearly agitated from the varying range of pissed off emotions coming from the newcomers he looked at Brennon and shrugged his shoulders like ‘what’ knowing the guy would know this wasn’t all Ash. It was them, effecting him so he was a bit mouthier than normal. Turning away from the group he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a carton of milk, and just to be an irritating a*****e began drinking from the carton instead of from a glass.





ＷＨＥＲＥ :: Kitchen
ＷＡＲＤＲＯＢＥ :: My Boxers, b***h.
ＷＩＴＨ :: I dunno
ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ :: Irate

[Adrian Blackbear]

❝ＪＯＥＹ!ＶＡＬＥＮＴＩＮＥ❞


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The house had filled much quicker than he had expected, though in all seriousness he found it rather coincidental that they all showed up at practically the same time, one after the other, or next to the other, besides the ones who were already in the house. Joey found the atmosphere to be a bit tense, though he wasn't mad or frustrated, but rather somewhat nervous and excited, clenching his fists in anticipation of what the house had to offer. He probably would have been a bit more comfortable if someone hadn't rushed down the stairs in their underwear talking about genitalia and derrieres. The man shook his head and tried to not feel awkward until the man said something about being gay as well. So maybe there was an opportunity to hook up with someone else - and not in a sexual way. Joey was a bit of a saint, keeping all things sexual to himself instead of bragging about it like some other people did. He wasn't that kind of guy, the one that went out to just 'score' or 'get f`d up'; Joey was a good boy in that sense, and though he wasn't planning on being some sort of group leader of sorts, he would probably be the most fatherly/motherly of the group, showing concern in all the right places and trying to help people when they needed it. That wasn't to say he would get along with everyone, but he could certainly offer help to those who needed it, or protect people that he considered close to him.

He followed some of the others, forgetting his bags at the door which was uncharacteristic of him since he was usually really concerned about his bags, and leaving personal items behind when other people were around. He just headed out towards the kitchen, following the person whom had been at the door with him upon arrival. He was looking all across the home as he walked, peeking into several side rooms and taking in the atmosphere. One of the men seemed to be really aggressive, or at least he had some pent up rage that had showed when he appeared at the front door. Little did he know, he was following the same path that the other had taken. When he entered the kitchen, he saw a man eating some chips, and then another drinking milk directly from the carton. Thankfully he wasn't a big milk drinker, so he made a tiny note in his mind not to drink it, otherwise he would be swallowing the germs that the brutish man had in his mouth. Wasn't that common courtesy? Or at least some kind of bro-code stating that you should never do that when you share and apartment with other people? Maybe it would be a decent idea to invest in some sort of mini-fridge for his room so he could store things in there that nobody else could get to, if he could ever find a room in that house. He guessed that someone had made some rooming arrangements or something, because the half-naked guy said something to another boy about rooming together.

"This place is so nice. I wonder who designed the overall layout of this building ... it doesn't look like anything I have ever seen on the east coast ... and it's nothing like what I have seen so far in California." It was just casual small talk now, something that he could just chit-chat about with some of the others that were in the room, though he doubted that the milk-drinking man would have anything nice to say given his awkward first impression. By the looks of things, he had maybe just woken up, or had possibly been doing something like working out. Whatever the reason, he really shouldn't have been so off-putting to the new people there, and it wasn't just his brash comments, but his lack of caring to introduce himself properly. Thankfully he hadn't said anything to Joey, otherwise, there may have been a tiny bit of a problem. Joey wasn't the spiteful type, but he knew how to get back at someone secretly. As he turned to the other male - the gothic looking one - Joey shrugged his shoulders. "The house looks beautiful, but I don't think there is some sort of catch to it. I mean, I did some research on the place when I started talking to people here, and they said it was pretty straightforward. I doubt there are any major secrets here. I don't think they are going to kidnap you during the night and perform a lobotomy or anything. That would just be cruel and unusual." Though he said that and thought it, a part of him knew that modern society was like that, and there were some sick, twisted people out there that would do something like that. He headed over to the gothic boy and extended his hand. "I'm Joey, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself to you earlier."







Ｂｕｔ ｄｅｅｐ ｄｏｗｎ ａｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ ｉｓ ｌｏｖｅ
Ｔｈｅ ｐｕｒｅ ｋｉｎｄ ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｄｒｅａｍ ｏｆ



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[KilljoyLights]

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xx ☠But he's coming for you ✓✓ yeah he's coming for you☠
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the sleight of my hand ☞ is now a quick-pull trigger
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tab Austin had found his room and set his small backpack on the bed before going to walk around some more. His red eyes scanned for anything unusual before he heard the thoughts of someone who was obviously quite conservative. There were thoughts of avoiding sex, and not getting ******** up in any way. Though there were also thoughts of hooking up and other things of the sort. Interesting... Well the thoughts were getting louder as he noticed the male was coming upstairs. Crimson hues landed on the other and he smirked. "So, no plans on getting it on with flamboyant naked boy down there?" He cocked an eyebrow at the male before turning away from him. "Honestly, by how he spoke and his thoughts he's not what you want anyways." He stated as he walked a little further down the hall and blinked as he came to a patio and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He wanted to know the secrets of this house... He knew there had to be a catch...

tab He listened to the male as he started to speak to him and talked about the mike of the building. He had never seen anything like this house either, but then again he had lived in a rundown home in Romania before the killing started and then off to numerous prisons. This was the first nice house he had been in in a long time. Still he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I don't like it... Too much space..." He spat before taking the short walk back to his room, knowing this male was probably still on his tail. He didn't care for the moment, but he wanted to get settled as much as possible here. The boy then talked of the lack of secrets and the low chances of secret experimentation on him or rather any of the housemates. "I beg to differ... You never knew what happens behind closed doors, especially with people like us." He came back with that before dropping the subject all together, for this male's thoughts were quite all over the place. It was giving Augustin a headache.

tab Introduction was short and sweet, the male said his name and held out his hand. Austin reached to shake and looked the man, known as Joey, in the eye. "Augustin, Americans have chosen to call me Austin." He stated before withdrawing his hand and shoving all but his thumbs in his pockets. He still had his bladed rings on, and he wasn't about to tear his only pair of jeans.



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Romanian Translation: [ I am speaking English. ]