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[Leelee_Mraz]

Albin took a deep breath and huffed as the silence brought by his words was ripped apart by laughter. Albin turned to the young man and glared. This was serious and he did not like being made a mockery of. His memory sense of the yellow warrior told him that his behavior was typical. He rolled his eyes and turned to go, intending to talk to girls too see if they were taking the news more reasonably. But Luiz spoke up again and before Albin could stop him, Luiz reached for him, his thumb brushed with the skin on his neck.

“No!” Albin said, but it was too late. The jolt went through him, and the pain in his head returned. This time it was stronger. The pain radiated in his head and he felt like he was being electrocuted for a slight moment. He fell to his knees and grew pale. A memory flashed through his head. Him and the yellow warrior together, flying visiting a village and playing with the children. The memory faded and the pain persisted. His breathing was heavy and he returned to his seat, holding his head. The pain began to drain from his head and he struggled to remember what was said before he was touched. He couldn’t she he looked around now. Kiara had gone to comfort Luiz, and Victoria had come around to speak to him.

She believed him? She believed him. Albin smiled and looked at her is a slight disbelief. This was unexpected. He looked at Kiara. She seemed to believe him too. His spirits lifted. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. He smiled at the green warrior and her words. He nodded.” Yes. When I helped seal you away, I took in your powers so that you would be safe, wherever you ended up. When you touch me, your powers will release into you. Kiara? Did it hurt you? It hurts me, so I am sorry if it is putting you in any pain. “ he watched her and looked at her hand, outstretched toward his. Albin looked at it for a moment before hesitating with his own hand toward hers. He took a deep breath and reached out and grabbed her hand. Albin cried out in pain as he held his head. This time was even worse that the last one. he shivered as if his body was suffering from so sort of acute poisoning. He shivered and a memory of himself putting flowers in her hair flashed in front of his eyes.

Suddenly Albin felt very sick. He dived for the trash can and proceeded to vomit into it. Ugh...he felt horrible. Maybe he was doing too much too fast. Albin coughed and groaned. “ I’m sorry. “ he said looking around at the group and turning his head as another voice filtered into the house. Scarlett. He turned his head toward the sound and took a deep breath. “ Victoria. Are you okay?” He said coughing, wiping his mouth.

[Leelee_Mraz]

Luiz Alves

Hey Luiz:
What are you wearing?:
Where are you?:
What's on your mind?:


Luiz caught his breath and gladly took the water that Victoria had dropped for him and opened it. He drank heavily. He couldn’t remember ever being so thirsty in his life. He coughed a little and drank as he watched the girls talk to the strange fan boy. He searched his mind for a way to make sense of what had just happened to him. He stood straight and shook his head. He listened to Kiara and Victoria. They believed him. Victoria spoke and his personality told him that they were crazy. But her words made sense to him. The made so much sense. His life had been easy. He had never had to work at anything and he was very naturally talented. But was he really just destined to sit around and be rich and pretty for the rest of his life?

Activated? What did that even mean? Power? He certainly felt right. As his head cleared he found that he suddenly felt better than ever. He shook over his arms and watched as Victoria and this boy touched, a similar thing happened but the boy looked to be in more pain this time. Luiz moved to the fridge and got him a cold water bottle. He blinked as he began to throw up in the trash can. Luiz raised an eyebrow. “Eh? Um...are you okay?” He said looking at the boy on the ground. He looked up at Scarlett’s voice and then back at the boy, answering her call. “ Hey, Beautiful.” he called to her still giving a concerned look to the young man on the ground.

[Nathan_Pierce]

Talent, colour: who cares what word was used, she was being just as bad as he was about picking up women. Like a dog antsy to go on a walk, he made his way to the front of the tattoo parlour, grin still wiped across his face, swiping his mobile off the glass cabinet display. He paused his actions upon hearing this band mate identify who Scarlett was, and his blue eye flicked to the door for a moment before resettling on the phone. Rainbow Spice... He shoved the idea out of his head, deciding to not grace her with a response. The expression across Simone's face was priceless; somehow, some way, that voicemail was going to be a ringtone. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Frankie wasn't too literate when it came to technology, nor for reading or writing in that regard, but the idea was enough to thrill him into inspecting the device and punch keys in hopes of sorting it out. When his band mate commented that jealousy was unbecoming of him, a wide smirk pressed across his features, sky blue eye still directed on his piece of technology, "I had more than my eye on her before, I had something in her..." His mumbled comment was lost as his companion mentioned they take a car. A frown washed over his face, looking over his shoulder now at her, "The c---" He was interrupted by Simone telling the piercer she was leaving. His athletic frame carried him outside, alongside the slender young woman, and now it was apparent across his countenance he wasn't fond of this idea.

"We're in ******** London, who the HELL needs a car but posh pompous bureaucratic arses and their c**k-sucking trophy wives?" His gaze flicked over to the female, bitter ramble cut short with a fake gasp, "... don't tell me... You suck cocks now..." Horror swept his countenance, hand whipping up to his mouth in a show of feigned surprise, "Simone! You... I'm ashamed to know you." He wrinkled his nose at her, pocketing the device he toyed with for a moment to instead approach her vehicle. Who the hell owned a car in London indeed... and after a refreshing night 'slumming it' as she called it, he felt like a hypocrite for riding around in a vehicle that screamed for attention. With the convertible topless, he hopped into the passenger's seat, legs dangling over the side as he slouched into his seat.

As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't stop thinking about what Simone said in the parlour...

Didn't you recognise her?

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Frankie couldn't have been more surprised.

The athletically framed male's left eyebrow propped up on his brow, smile washing over his countenance as he took in the sight.  A crowd had gathered in front of the large house far down the street.  Who knew the Spectrum Warriors were located here, within the very walls of an edifice he had often passed by without so much as a side glance.  He didn't recognise it as the Rainbow Spice Mansion: many groups had called that large building home at one point, famous musicians and artists alike. Silhouettes of people inside shifted past windows.  The chanting of the crowd, teeny bopping girls and boys, a few older, was a mix of mindless adoration and singing, a stereo blaring manufactured pop noise into the street air.  The male's grin widened, and now he started slamming a hand on the outside of the passenger's door, "Simone, pull over! Simone, stop here Simone, Simone! SIMONE! Simone, stop here, stop here, stop the ******** here Simone, stop the car Simone, pull over! Siiiiimon, stop here!" He used the masculine form of her name for the last one, hoping to be annoying enough to stop her where they were on the street, in the middle of traffic. She may have called him Francis about half a dozen times today, but he topped it in the past minute with how often he recited hers. Christ, he was so excited: that adrenaline coursing through him, the urgent need to throw some fists filling his being.  Regardless of how fast she stopped the convertible, or whether or not she actually complied, the London punk sat up straight in his seat, his legs that were still dangling off the door acting as a counter weight as he launched himself from the vehicle. She'd have to find a spot to park and that would give him time: this window of opportunity was far too great to pass up. The blaring manufactured music was starting to irritate him, "Going to have a Butcher's, circle around and come pick me up!"  Who cares if she protested, she'd eventually forgive him... eventually. Some girl was selling homemade shirts to her squealing peers at the corner, and while she wasn't looking, he casually jogged past and bought a bright orange tee at a five-finger discount, pulling it on to cover his vest and shirt. It was a tad snug, revealing the bumps of studs and spikes across his shoulders and back, silencing the chains spread across his shoulders.  Weaving through the crowd, now he plucked a bright green skull cap off a boy's head, ignoring the protesting male he stole it from as he meander further into the epicentre of the gathering.  His large standing mohican was pressed down, folded back as he pulled the hat onto his head, hiding his dark brown hair, and donned the obnoxiously bright shirt; he hardly looked out of place among the rainbow crowd.  Did they realise what rubbish they were polluting the air with? A girl wearing bright yellow plastic glasses with plastic horizontal bars instead of lenses called out in anger as someone snatched them off her face.  Placing the god-awful object onto his countenance, Frankie's grin widened as he stared at the recording studio, blending in as a faceless fanatic.

This will be fun.
Don't follow me Simone, just go around the block and come back.

"Oh my GOD!" he screamed, faking hyper enthusiasm, "I think one of them is stepping out!" He glanced at the back of a girl's shirt, reading a name, "I think Kiara is stepping outside!"  The crowd roared and squealed in excitement, and now the wolf in sheep's clothing grabbed his head and began screaming too, his masculine cries buried beneath high pitched screams.  His blue eye widened, almost a frantic expression painting across his face as he joined in on the screaming.  While the party's cries were squeals and cheers, his were more frantic, almost as if madness swept his entire being.  Now a girl next to him was concerned, stopping her cheering to look him over, "...Hey... Are you okay...?"  The disguised male's countenance lifted up, and now the girl felt mortified, felt herself unable to turn away from looking at him.  Her concern turned to horror, which soon turned to rage.  The look of insanity painted across the guitarist's face seemed to spark a sort of hostility within her core, and now she shoved against the girl standing in front of her angrily.

Another girl turned to look at the pair, starting to question what was going on when she caught sight of Frankie's lone blue eye, madness distorted by bright yellow plastic bars.  Her face too shifted from emotion to emotion, until she turned and clocked a male next to her with a right uppercut.  A boy standing in front of Frankie turned around, and swiftly the fan converted into rage, now starting to thrash in the middle of the crowd.  The gathering soon swept into almost a mob, people retaliating against the three aggressors as a swirling mosh pit of fists and angry yells peeled into the air.

Three is all you need.

The London Riots?  All sparked by me, baby.

Three is all you need.

The rest is up to human fault, groupthink, and the mob mentality.

Three is all you need.

A boisterous laugh cut out of his throat as he kicked his head back, euphoria spreading through his entire being.  Christ, this felt better than taking ecstasy.  His nerves were lit, on fire, and he felt incredibly content.  The punk rocker found he was even feeling tolerant of the industry fabricated noise pollution belting out of the stereo speakers, hardly audible against the heated roar of the fan crowd gone hostile.  Like a young man enjoying a good heavy metal concert, he started pushing people back, his own personal joyful mosh pit blending into the growing snarls and shrieks of rage spilling across the gathering.  A bottle suddenly flew threw the air with great force, aluminium shining in the sunlight and reflecting the Rainbow Spice trademark logo as it soared and crashed through one of the front windows of the large establishment beyond the front gate.

That pleasant fan group had now turned into a hostile, volatile riot with a disguised Frankie Teardrop rocking out to music in his head, blended into the violence.

Just let him have a bit of fun, Simone, before you try and wrangle him back into the car.

[Nox Mortia]

>>Dancing in the sky<<

♫ Қɩɑɾɑ 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖊 Ϋʊȥʊҡɑ ♫

No way that you can feel me,
No way that you can reach so high,
The stars will shine, and you won’t touch me,
As I’ll be dancing in the sky.

Kiara, aware that she was turning into the bad one for refusing to accept such a wild theory, watched with mild interest the contact between Albin and Victoria. His reaction was not something she expected, to vomit just like that without a real reason. It was nearly as if he had been poisoned and intoxicated and now he was letting all of it out. Feeling a slight tinge of pity for the guy, Kiara put her handkerchief next to the neck of a glass of water and let the liquid engulf the material lightly, dampening it without necessarily using an exaggerated amount. She went next to him and tapped his face with it, starting from the brows and ending with the jaws.

“Honestly, take it easy. It is shocking for all of us.” She assured him with a warm smile, opposite of the anger prior to it, and straightened her posture without removing the silk from his cheeks. This motherly instinct kicking inside her was already too much to handle, yet she could not simply stand there while the rest of them were suffering. She was not as proud as to ignore their pain to hold onto her own convictions. There would be plenty of time for that. For now, all that was important was for all this situation to be cleared up.

Another voice piped in, one that Kiara was not ecstatic to hear.

“We are in the kitchen.” She yelled in a voice not disturbingly loud and took a few steps away from Albin, thinking about what to do next. He touched her, Luiz and Victoria. What the hell would happen when he touched Scarlett? Knowing the leader things would most probably explode and turn into ashes, although she prayed it would not be the case and continued fixing the young man with a confused expression. Just when she opened her mouth to say something she heard her name outside and took note of something jumping through the window, shattering the glass with an utterly annoying noise. What was happening?

More than just confused and scared, Kiara took out her phone and dialed the police, not willing to accept anymore stupidity from the fans. “Yes. Hello. Our house is attacked so get here as soon as possible. Yes. That is precisely where we are. No, we are sure it’s no manifestation of affection from the fans; they are close to barging in and attacking us. Get here!” With this she hung up and walked to the broken window, careful in case something else would come in her direction. Why were they so angry?

Only the sound of the police managed to calm her down… Apparently they were more securely guarded than she had expected and for the first time, she felt lucky for all the attention resulted from being part of a famous band.

[Sukimari-234]

❝ ㊋ Scαяℓєtt Jαиє Bяσσks ㊋ ❞

Lσcαtiσи:The housexxxxx ωiтн: myself

Scarlett's sharp ears caught the sounds of her friends just as Luiz's voice hit her, 'Hey Beautiful.' This caused Scarlett so smile, she liked Luiz for all his playboy ways. He was exciting and fun to be around. "Coming up!" She yelled, turning towards the staris that led to the kitchen. But once she took the first step towards the Kitchen, Scarlett paused as she felt intense dizziness swamp her. Stumbling slightly, Scarlett grabbed ahold of the wall to keep herself standing. Listening, Scarlett heard the distinct sound of someone getting sick.
What were they doing up there? She wondered, whipping her almost sweatly brow with the back of her hand. Why was she feeling so strange? Sighing mommentarily, Scarlett leaned against the wall before they all could see her. Was she getting sick? Was it something that she ate? Was it because she hadn't ate all day? Sighing lightly, Scarlett leaned against the wall, did she need to rest?

Oh well, She could rest when she was dead.

Hearing Kiara, and pushing off of the wall, Scarlett hopped that her normally pale face would disquise the paleness that she felt due to the dizziness. Walking up to the Kitchen, Scarlett looked around, it looked as if more than half of the band was stuffed into their large Kitchen. Forcing a smile onto her face, Scarlett walked up. "Hey guys."

She jumped though, as a bottle flew through the window almost as soon as she walked by it. Reacting, Scarlett almost did a cartwheel out of the way. "Woah! " She yelped, blinking at the window and the band. "What the hell? Luiz? Did you mess with the wrong woman? And now her father is after you?" She asked, rubbing her head slightly, skirting away from the window she listened to what Kiara said to their guards over the phone. That should take care of that.
As she approached them, Scarlett couldn't help but take notice of the guy standing among them, how they were all looking at him expectedly. Who was he?
"Who are you?" She asked, pointedly squeezing through a little space near Luiz, her red head poaking out around his elbows as she looked at the boy with a mix of hostility and curiosity. "Do you have anything to do with that?" She asked, pointing to the busted window.

Scarlett's outfit

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[GodsOwnDeathAngel]

Victoria was glad for the firm grasp she had on the kitchen counter when Albin finally decided to take her hand. The vertigo hit her hard, making her knees buckle a little. She clung to the counter, using it to keep herself steady. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't realize it would hit you that hard." She didn't look his way, though. All she could see was herself, sitting in front of Albin, laughing a little as he threaded surprisingly green-colored roses into her thick, raven hair. It was so long in the image in her head. She had never kept her hair that long.

Still out of it, the Indian woman didn't even flinch when the window shattered. Everything seemed a dull roar in her ears as the chaos happened around her. She sank to her knees, heedless of the short hem of her dress, and took one of Albin's hands into her own. "Thank you, for returning this to us," she told him, finally focusing on something other than the images. She gave him a smile as she reached out to push some hair out of his face and behind his ear. "Try to rest up. There's no need to push yourself more today."

Finally, Scarlett's voice cut through the fog that seemed to be surrounding her brain. Turning her blue eyes upward, Victoria looked at her bandmate. She blinked a few times, then followed Scarlett's arm to the window. "Oh. No, he wouldn't have anything to do with that. We've got a lot to tell you, but it might be best to wait until we've got the others here as well. Get it all over with at once."

[Leelee_Mraz]

Albin jumped a little as a Kiara leaned forward and asked him about transformation. He thought for a moment. He wasn’t really sure what to tell her, apart of it was because he was so over stimulated at the moment. He looked around at everyone and suddenly the words around him were all starting to jumble together. What was a paintball gun? He thought rubbing his head. He looked at Scarlett and smiled at her suggestion to move into the library?

“You have a library?” He said unable to hide his interests. He loved books of any kind and being new to this modern world, there were so many things that he needed to research. The library sounded like a fine place to relax a little bit. He followed the group back to the library taking time to survey the big house as they walked through. Was this really necessary? It was not like they were ever really going to be staying here all that long. He raised his eyebrows and looked around in a tame curiosity as the pain in his head and neck slowly began to fade away. He still held his water bottle in his hands as he walked, sipping it tentatively. He turned his attention to Kiara as they walked and spoke quietly to her. “ Transforming is simple, but I would rather explain that to everyone at once. “ He said smiling a little at the sight of the books as they entered the library.

“Oh, good, Annabelle's here. We'll only have to update Leif. Belle, dear, book down. Insanity is happening."

Annabelle. His heart stopped for a moment and his mouth went slightly dry. Suddenly he could almost hear his heart pounding. Out of all of the warriors, she was the one who looked the most similar in their untransformed state. Luckily, it only took him a couple of moments to realize that he was staring. He cleared his throat and looked away, hoping that nobody had caught it. He sat in a nearby chair and watched from a moment. He was slightly unsure of how to proceed and he was kind of hoping that the one who had already been enlightened would help the process along.

Even when he sat his heartbeat did not slow. He knew it wouldn’t not until he and Annabelle were in separate rooms. He had forgotten about this part. Although he hadn’t gotten his memory completely back, his memories of Anabelle were the most vivid, and for some reason always left him slightly out of breath. It was clear that he had loved her along time ago. She wouldn’t remember. He found it hard to to look at her. He stole another glance and stayed quiet. he felt pink threaten to meet his cheek, so he was preemptive. He stood and went to the nearest bookshelf and began to browse. He pulled a few history books off the shelf and tried to busy themselves.

[Leelee_Mraz]

Luiz Alves

Hey Luiz:
What are you wearing?:
Where are you?:
What's on your mind?:


Luiz remained quiet as he watched the stranger touch Victoria and he watched her reaction curiously. It seemed similar to his own. Were they just pulling his leg or was this kid for real? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t sure what to think. he gave a little half smile as Scarlett sauntered into the kitchen. He gasped as glass shattered and a brick came to rest at his feet on the floor. What the heck?
“¡Dios mío!” He said watching the window then smiling as Scarlett found a spot next to him. He hugged her and put his head on her shoulder as she interrogated the boy who seemed suddenly too important to put into words. He adjusted his glasses on his face and looked over at Scarlett.

“ Are you okay? The glass didn’t get you, right? What the hell is going on out there?” he looked at Scarlett. “ No. It is not me either. Me and my ladies are on a strict limited contact agreement.”He said nodding his head in a matter of fact manner. he looked back at the boy. “ What do you mean a normal riot? How could this not be a normal riot...” Luiz was confused. He looked at Scarlett. “ I am starting to get a headache...” he said with a sigh. He jumped as a another brick came through the same window as before. “ Where are they getting bricks!” He said jumping a bit and putting Scarlett on the other side of him away from him. “ This is crazy.” he said shaking his head.

[Redhanded]

"Oh shut your bloody cake hole for once." Simone couldn't hide a little smirk at Frankie and then started laughing as they walked out the door into the street. "You're an arsehole, you know that, oui?"

She rolled her eyes as he started spouting off about her car and how he liked to suck c**k and some other such stupid thing. "You only wish that were true, Francis." She got out her keys and got in the car, "A) You know it's a classic that I lovingly restored and if you don't stop talking bad about it I will castrate you. B) We're not always IN London and C) I have the giant dog that will crush you like a grape." She whistled and Beau jumped into the car's backseat, drooling over Frankie's head.

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[********] "FRANCIS YOU STAY IN THIS ******** CAR!" She slammed on the breaks as he leapt from a moving vehicle like a total a*****e! "Merde. Baiser. Cul. Bout à bout. Bâtard. Baiser. Merde!" She swore loudly as she cut across traffic, Beau barking wildly in the back seat.

She sped around the corner, looking back to try and catch a glimpse of Frankie in the crowd. A loud horn honk and a firm finger brought her attention quickly back to the road. Le petit bâtard. I should just leave him for the police to pick up. She was more than tempted to do so, but she was curious about the big house too and what had drawn Frankie and all those people here.

As she rounded the corner again she caught sight of what Frankie had been up to. Oh s**t, he was going to get himself killed starting riots like this! He was hers to kill, damnit! She swerved off the road to the sound of sirens in the distance, getting closer all the time. "FRANCIS GET THE HELL IN THE CAR!" She honked the horn loudly as the crowd seemed to be distracted for a moment. If they touched her car Frankie was going to pay for the damage.

They were runaways... she was barely 16... she'd watched as Francis' left eye had turned from brown to black. He'd screamed then. Screamed like a knife had been plunged into it. Lorenzo had just stood there with a satisfied smirk on his face like he'd expected this. Like he'd known it was going to happen this way. Francis fell on the floor, curled up around his face, body shaking. She dropped down next to him, touching his shoulder, "Francis? Est-ce que ça va?"

The 17-year-old had looked up at her without the eyepatch that he would start to wear. He looked up at her with a grin on his face that she had never seen him wear before. Manic. Cruel. And then she started feeling manic... and afraid. Looking down she could swear her fingers had been cut off, leaving only bloody stumps. She could feel the pain, see the blood. She started to scream, holding her hands up, screaming in fear and pain and all Lorenzo could do was laugh.

Later that night, when the effects had worn off, the black haired boy stopped Francis from apologizing to her... but she could tell he wanted to... and sometimes that was enough.

"FRANCIS! FRANKIE! GET IN THE BLOODY CAR!" The police cars started to pull up, the crowd beginning to swarm again, "NOW! PLEASE! OR I'M LEAVING YOUR ARSE!"

[Nox Mortia]

>>Dancing in the sky<<

♫ Қɩɑɾɑ 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖊 Ϋʊȥʊҡɑ ♫

No way that you can feel me,
No way that you can reach so high,
The stars will shine, and you won’t touch me,
As I’ll be dancing in the sky.

The sound of the sirens filled the air as five police cars sauntered into view, encircling the area of the band’s home in a range of twenty meters, flashing red and blue lights at the fans to draw their attention. They did not even notice Simone’s vehicle yet they still unwillingly blocked her path as well, forcing her to take a different route if she wanted to leave the place. Meanwhile, the officers came out from their automobiles and surrounded the crazy crowd with pistols pointed in its direction. Of course they were not going to shoot –unless it was for defense- but weapons were necessary when attempting to discipline such a riot.

Kiara walked a few steps away from the window, sitting down on a chair with her eyes changing direction Albin to the last one that entered, Scarlett. Her insides were still rumbling agitatedly at the remembrance of the guy activating her powers and with everything going on, she still could not bring herself to fully believe him. Something within her was more willing to indulge in reality than in the fantasy brought into their world by someone who proclaimed them warriors of the Spectrum. Would it be that bad if she asked Albin to just let her be normal, as normal as a girl in a famous band can be? Apparently, she could not.

Not listening to the police who seemed to be handling the crowd quite well, Kiara offered a smile to Scarlett, hesitating on whether to tell her now or postpone it for later, and played with an empty can of soda. The rest of them appeared not to be willing to spill the beans anytime sooner, so she drew her chair closer to Albin and brought her lips close to his ear. “So tell me, how can we transform?”

[Sukimari-234]

❝ ㊋ Scαяℓєtt Jαиє Bяσσks ㊋ ❞

Lσcαtiσи:The housexxxxx ωiтн: everyone

Scarlett looked over as it seemed that Victoria was having a hard time standing up, was she sick too? She wondered, eyeing one of her female bandmates as Vicky sunk to her knees on the floor. A frown marred Scarlett's pale face, her hands shaking slightly as she put them on her hips and looked at Victoria's blue eyes. Scarlett's own raised in disbelief, Alot to tell her? Best wait?
These two sentences did not improve her questioning of everything. Why couldn't they just go ahead and tell her what was going on?!

Crossing her arms to hide the shake that accompanied her limbs, Scarlett's dark topaz eyes looked across at the fan boy that was standing in their Kitchen. Hearing the yelling that was going on, Scarlett grit her teeth. This was the reason that she did not like being a pop star, things could bad too quickly. Glancing at the broken window once, she looked back at the dark haired stranger. His words grated on her nerves, was no one going to tell her what was going on? "And just what should I be believing? " She asked, her american accent clear for everyone to hear. It came out heavily when she was angry or bothered.

As Luiz's arm settled around her for a breif hug, Scarlett couldn't help but smile slightly and glance at him. For all of his womanizing ways, Luiz could be a good guy when he wanted to be.
As his words near her ear hit her, Scarlett turned her scathing topaz gaze from the boy over to Luiz, though her gaze lost quite a bit of it's susspicion. Looking down at herself, Scarlett looked herself over. "I don't think any of it hit me, you all were too far away from it right?" She asked, glancing back over to the broken window. Nodding her head as Luiz assured him that the riot was not because he had messed with the wrong woman, Scarlett jumped with Luiz when another brick came through the window. She growled slightly when he asked where they were getting the bricks. "I don't know, but I am tempted to go get my paintball gun and run the bulk of them off." She added, her hands clenching as the annoyance of their house getting damaged raced through her veins. As Luiz moved her on the other of him, Scarlett would have been touched by his throughtfullness had she not been so angry. Glancing over as he mentioned a headache, she realized that she had one too. "Yeah, me to. I don't feel very well either. Do you want me to get us some Asprin?" She offered, looking at a drawer.

Nodding as Kiara gave her a smile, Scarlett fumed that no one was telling her what was happening, she hated suprisses and always like to be in the loop. They knew that, why were her friends keeping things from her.
Glancing back, over Luiz's shoulders, Scarlett winced at the sounds of cop cars. "Why don't we move to the Library or something? " She offered tensly, "There are windows, but they are on the other side of the Mansion. The fans will be less likely to see us there. "
Scarlett's outfit

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[GodsOwnDeathAngel]

When Victoria felt like her legs could hold her again, she dragged herself to stand up. The whole thing was moving very fast, but that was her life these days- everything moving at a frightening pace. Best to accept it with dignity and a cool demenor. She brushed her knees and dress off, fixed her hem, and adjusted the top of her dress a little. "Excellent idea, Scarlett. I'm sure that we'll find Annabelle in there, bookworm that she is. We'll leave this riot to the bobbies and call our manager later to handle the PR and the replacement of the window. I'm sure one of the maids will come up and sweep up once things are a little calmer."

Her head was pounding and her stomach rolled, though not in a way that made her think that she would lose her lunch. The young woman felt like her blood was searing her veins, being chaotic inside of her. So many changes, but she was going to roll with them. "Luiz, would you just bring the whole bottle? I'm sure we'll all need a little bit of pain relief by the time this is all done." Victoria went to the fridge to grab a few more bottles before heading for the library, carefully skirting the glass.

Her mind wandered as she walked along. If this turned out well, then Albin was likely to need a place near them, if not in the house itself. There were a few guest rooms; it was a mansion, after all. They'd have to provide a cover for him, though. Maybe a roadie. She glanced back at the slender young man. Pity that he looked like even cables would knock him over. With a bump of her hip, Victoria opened up the door to the library. "Oh, good, Annabelle's here. We'll only have to update Leif. Belle, dear, book down. Insanity is happening."

[GodsOwnDeathAngel]

This was their first day off in a long time. Annabelle planned to relish it. She slept in- which for her, was something like 10 AM- then made herself some nice waffles. After washing up, the blonde spent a little while outside in the back, tending to the small plot of flowers that she had convinced the gardeners to leave for just her. It was always soothing to work with the plants, tucked away from the rest of the world where the fans couldn't see her. It was absolutely glorious.

When she could feel the sun starting to make her skin start to feel warm, the earliest sign of a sunburn for her, Annabelle headed back into the mansion to wash up. Then to the library. The Russian woman loved books, almost as much as she loved her plants. She knew it was contrary of her to love what took so many trees, but she made an effort to plant or fund the planting of many more with her earnings.

What to read today? she wondered, scanning the titles with her green eyes. Biting her lower lip in glee, she snagged a copy of Mercedes Lackey's The Fairy Godmother and settled into her favorite spot in the library- an overstuffed velvet chair, worn in places and still ridiculously squishy. She was about a third of the way through when voices could be heard in the hallway, causing her to look up just in time to see Victoria lead the others in. "Insanity?" she asked quietly, tucking a bookmark into her place.

[Nathan_Pierce]

The three instigators looked puzzled, suddenly finding themselves in the middle of a hostile mob, completely unaware they had started this madness, but soon finding themselves working feverishly to protect themselves. Frankie, on the other hand, was practically frothing at the mouth, his yells incoherent against the noise and confusion as he threw a punch to another male's face. An elbow whipped up and knocked him square in the jaw, nearly knocking off the plastic horizontal barred sunglasses decorating his countenance. Someone grabbed him by the back of his belt, yelling angrily that he'd stolen something of theirs. Without even thinking, he turned abruptly around on his heel and threw another punch, aggression sweeping him into blind retaliation. His target, a small female, dodged, and his knuckles connected squarely with the back of some bloke's head. The noise polluting the air, of that damn Rainbow Spice band, was driving him insane, fuelling his unadulterated hatred of the manufactured corporate-sponsored shite peeling through the block. He didn't even notice the familiar car barrelling towards the scene, horn blaring as an angry Frenchmen cursed and swore at him in a mix of French, English, and rage. With a swift kick, the Londoner's heel knocked the stereo over with a loud crash, device switching off from playing the CD to playing the BBC 1, Prodigy's 'Omen' pouring inappropriately into the air.

Now, the writing's on the wall!
It just won't go away!

At least it wasn't one of those damn programmes mindlessly rambling on about god-knows-what. Someone now picked up the stereo, interrupting the radio waves by yanking it unplugged and chucking it into the fray. A snarl cut out of the male's throat as he felt a kick to the ribs, far too intensely angry to care about what may happen to himself or others around him. As swiftly as the mood shift to irritable swept across his being, he suddenly stopped, right after grabbing a girl by her shirt and yanking her towards himself. Within the crowd, the three instigators once more set forth on their riot, feelings of hatred and rage swelling through their core in stark opposite of their puppeteer's emotions. A smile played across Frankie's face, once more feeling that euphoric state of happiness course through his veins. The girl he'd pulled towards himself now swung a fist, popping his in the bright sunglasses as the sound of plastic snapping popped into the air. Somehow, he'd been shoved to the outskirts of the rioting group, and now in his lucid state of mind, he reaped the gleeful acknowledgement of knowing he caused this. A laugh ripped out of his throat, wide smile spread across his masculine countenance as he felt an overwhelming swell of pride and joy. While her voice had been swept away from the snarled shrieks of the fan-base gone horribly awry, Simone's feminine snarls now caught his ears. The male turned his head, left leg of his crooked sunglasses dangling haphazardly at the hinge.

Simone?

She was approaching swiftly in the car, taking on the curb and landscaping without fear or retribution. A car in a riot? "Ace job Simone!" Frankie laughed, throwing the woman the horns by extending his index and pinkie finger, middle and ring finger held down by his thumb, as she barrelled towards him in the vehicle, "Just brill!" Had he been of more stable mind, he might have thought she was coming directly at him as opposed to simply trying to mow down the rioters. The sounds of the police sirens now caught his ears, the law enforcement agency apparently arriving swifter than anticipated. The crowd moved swiftly out of the Buick's way, whereas the punk himself spread his arms wide as if to hug the high-speed death-mobile. She was still screaming at him, and now he heard her clearly: 'Frankie, get in the bloody car! Now! Please! Or I'm leaving your arse!'

What a drag.

He realise now the Skylark wasn't barrelling into the crowd, it was riding the outskirts of the crowd in a drive-by pick up. With the police sirens getting louder and louder, the male decided begrudgingly that she was probably right. Besides... jumping into a moving vehicle had to be far more fun than jumping out of one. The male moved swiftly, running around the perimeter of the volatile mob with a laugh, taking wide strides to see about intersecting the car's path appropriately. If she slowed down, it would be fantastic. If she didn't... it would be hilarious. When the vehicle was close enough, he grasped his hands onto the door, ignoring the screams and shouts of the people behind him and the dog barking angrily in the back seat, as if telling him off right alongside its owner, and in one heave, he jumped and yanked himself into the 1968 convertible. Depending on her speed would define if he made it into the passenger's seat face-first or in the back seat eating dog-fur, laughing merrily the whole way. Regardless of where he landed, his shirt had caught the side mirror, loud rip peeling into the air as the brightly coloured fabric split and turned the mirror. His legs dangled over the side of the vehicle, and as if settling from a well-told joke, Frankie covered his face with his hands to try and calm himself down. It was difficult coming down from that attack, and sometimes the male found himself swinging back and forth between the two mental states until he properly sorted himself out.

[Leelee_Mraz]

Albin jumped a little as a Kiara leaned forward and asked him about transformation. He thought for a moment. He wasn’t really sure what to tell her, apart of it was because he was so over stimulated at the moment. He looked around at everyone and suddenly the words around him were all starting to jumble together. What was a paintball gun? He thought rubbing his head. He looked at Scarlett and smiled at her suggestion to move into the library?

“You have a library?” He said unable to hide his interests. He loved books of any kind and being new to this modern world, there were so many things that he needed to research. The library sounded like a fine place to relax a little bit. He followed the group back to the library taking time to survey the big house as they walked through. Was this really necessary? It was not like they were ever really going to be staying here all that long. He raised his eyebrows and looked around in a tame curiosity as the pain in his head and neck slowly began to fade away. He still held his water bottle in his hands as he walked, sipping it tentatively. He turned his attention to Kiara as they walked and spoke quietly to her. “ Transforming is simple, but I would rather explain that to everyone at once. “ He said smiling a little at the sight of the books as they entered the library.

“Oh, good, Annabelle's here. We'll only have to update Leif. Belle, dear, book down. Insanity is happening."

Annabelle. His heart stopped for a moment and his mouth went slightly dry. Suddenly he could almost hear his heart pounding. Out of all of the warriors, she was the one who looked the most similar in their untransformed state. Luckily, it only took him a couple of moments to realize that he was staring. He cleared his throat and looked away, hoping that nobody had caught it. He sat in a nearby chair and watched from a moment. He was slightly unsure of how to proceed and he was kind of hoping that the one who had already been enlightened would help the process along.

Even when he sat his heartbeat did not slow. He knew it wouldn’t not until he and Annabelle were in separate rooms. He had forgotten about this part. Although he hadn’t gotten his memory completely back, his memories of Anabelle were the most vivid, and for some reason always left him slightly out of breath. It was clear that he had loved her along time ago. She wouldn’t remember. He found it hard to to look at her. He stole another glance and stayed quiet. he felt pink threaten to meet his cheek, so he was preemptive. He stood and went to the nearest bookshelf and began to browse. He pulled a few history books off the shelf and tried to busy themselves.