chandlers laboratory || gtfo.

THOU CHURLISH, CLAY-BRAINED CLOTPOLE!

vaporous, tickle-brained bloodsucker!	16.7%	[ 1 ]
beslubbering, dizzy-eyed vassal!	83.3%	[ 5 ]
Total Votes:			[ 6 ]

[chandyland]

[chandyland]

'It burns, it burns' Evelyn chanted to herself as the water hit her shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed shut, she was tearing holes in her elbows from her fingernails clutching her skin. 'Just a couple more seconds...' She tried to calm herself. Stupid conditioner. What was the point of that, anyways? It just made your hair a little softer. Wasn't that why she had a brush? Once the conditioner finally left her hair, Evelyn shut the water off as quick as she could, jumping out of the shower. She didn't bother to grab a towel, instead, wind hit her hard, drying her completely. Evelyn had the ability to do that, she could manipulate fire and wind, her windows were wide open. The burning slowly eased once she was dry, no need for a hair dryer. She was now completely dry -- from her head to her toes. It's amazing what wind can do for you.

Strolling around her apartment naked, she didn't care if anyone saw her. She was too careless to even care that the windows were wide open or that the curtains were pulled back. Evelyn didn't lallygag too long, instead, she walked into her bedroom to find out what she was going to wear for the day. Evelyn disliked her apartment. She hated the white walls, she disliked the hardwood floors that creaked. It's about time this place has a make-over. The Villain tapped her chin while she walked towards her closet. It wasn't very large, it didn't carry very much clothing. She hated it. Sure, she normally walked around in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, maybe some shorts and a jacket. Sometimes, she'll just walk around naked. Of course, her neighbors have reported her, some come knocking on her door. She doesn't care. It's not like they can do anything. She was scanning through her closet, she couldn't decide on what she would wear. It was cold outside -- but it's not like she cared. Her body temperature ran higher than most, she didn't get cold too easily. Evelyn decided she would go casual and wear something she had worn often in the past, her casual outfit. Nothing too fancy. But, then again, what did she wear that was fancy?

Once Evelyn was dressed, she found herself standing in her large living room, tapping her chin. She had no make-up on, she normally didn't wear any make-up. She was too careless to do so. Evelyn's hair was tied back into a messy bun; she didn't like it tight, so it was kept loose. Her apartment was fairly large, but fairly plain. She didn't know what the point was of two bedrooms, let alone two baths. She lived on her own. Besides, what's the difference between the living room and family room? An idea struck Evelyn, causing a smirk to form on her face. The Villain removed her finger from her chin, then skipped towards the pantry. She pulled out cans of smashed tomatoes and broth. She grabbed all of her cans of soup then set them on the counter. It was time to have some fun. She opened up all of the cans, picking them up one by one. She started with all of the tomatoes, tossing the insides all over the drab walls. She hated the plain walls -- some red wouldn't hurt, right?

Now that the walls were littered in red tomatoes, it was time for the soup. She poured the soup in her bathtub, all over the white carpets and hard wood floors. She didn't know what this would do to her powers, but she would make it work. Her apartment was now covered in canned foods. Evelyn smiled to herself, closing all of the windows in her apartment. It was time for a party. She started in her bedroom, with cheap furniture and few clothing. She had nothing to loose, her insurance would cover it. She started with a small fire on her bed, twirling her fingers in circles to expand the fire. The fire was now all over the floor, close to her feet. She loved the heat, but her clothes would catch on fire, unlike her. She turned away from her bedroom, pointing her finger up in the air. The fire grew every time she moved it, it was following her, already. She was walking down the hallway, she was already standing in the kitchen, letting the fire grow. This time, she let the wind hit it hard.

The fire alarms were going off, everyone was running and screaming outside. Just what she wanted. It seemed like the appropriate time to run out of her apartment screaming that her apartment was on fire. Evelyn glanced over at the door, before making the wind fling the door open. She ran as fast as she could outside, hearing the screams and footsteps get louder. Once she was outside, she began to scream herself. "My apartment is on fire!" Evelyn screamed as loud as she could, turning towards the exit. Hundreds of humans were rushing down the stairs, some trying the elevators. Evelyn tried not to smile as she ran with everyone else, pushing them aside with a wave of her hand. It's amazing what strong winds can do. Everyone was screaming and panicking, giving Evelyn more time to let the fire grow. She was outside now -- looking left and right.

Evelyn was now walking down the side walk, glancing at fire trucks often. She looked behind her shoulder, smiling at the building on fire. She would come home and act like she knew nothing had happened. Of course, this would be all over the news. Maybe she could stay with a friend; maybe Jesse or Sarah. Maybe she would raise hell with the heroes, have them all over her a**. That was the last thing that she needed -- even to have Jacob yelling at her or maybe Darcy or Sofia. Sofia, being able to manipulate water and all. Evelyn looked up at the trees -- they were so yellow and orange. She twirled her finger, watching the wind rustle the leaves on the tree. She was tempted to catch the thing on fire, but she decided against it. Evelyn was strolling down the park, feeling a low rumble coming from her stomach. She glanced down at it, but ignored the feeling.

Humans were pointing towards her apartment building, saying stuff to their partners. Some jogged past her, she couldn't help but knock them over with a gust of wind. They hit the ground, rotating their head to find out what hit him. Evelyn stopped at the park, sitting on a bench near a tree. She wasn't too far from her apartment building, she could see it over the yellow and orange trees.

[chandyland]

alcander adrian xavier.
just your everyday, casual vampire

Alcander pursed his lips. He didn't know what he was expecting, unfortunately. In all of his two hundred and ten years, he had never been in a situation like this. No one ever assumed that he was a "vampire", that he drank blood. No human ever put their foot down and dedicated themselves to understanding what he was, to get under his marble skin and pry out the information they were looking for. No one. That's why his life was boring for the most part, he was to live forever without anything interesting happening. Repeating high school over and over and over again. It wasn't something he enjoyed, really. He didn't request to be a vampire, he didn't expect this. Two hundred and ten years ago his "father" turned him into what he was. Now, this one female knew what he was, and he didn't have the guts to admit it.

So much for an exciting life.

He wasn't surprised by her answer, really. She could be just as stubborn as he was, which made him smile. "That's understandable." Alec said, working up a plan in his head. He hoped that he was about to do the right thing, but he knew what her question was ahead of time. He knew what she would ask, but what would his answer be? He didn't know if he would lie or if he would tell the truth. He would most likely lie, it was something he was good at. But, weren't all vampires good at lying? He didn't like that word: vampire. He didn't know what he should call himself and his family. "Blood sucker" sounded just as worse, so did "parasite". Maybe he was just that thing.

"Well," Alec started, ready to regret his decision. "How about this?" he continued, this time stopping to look down at her. "You answer my question and I'll answer any question you throw at me." Alcander immediately regretted his decision, but he had been expecting that. It was a pointless question -- he should have asked another question, but, like what? What would he ask her? How it was to eat greasy french fries? Or if she preferred soda over water? Milk over juice? Meat over vegetables? It would be pointless questions, but any question was really pointless. He knew too much as it was.

Now -- how would he respond to the question? Would he tell her the truth? That he really was a vampire or just laugh in her face? If she asked that question, of course. The second choice didn't seem him, he was normally nicer than that. Even if he was completely stubborn. "Nothing but the truth," he added. But, would he lie? Wasn't that completely hypocritical? He flexed his jaw once, racking his brain to decide on what he would tell her.

[chandyland]

scarlett evelyn aston

nicknames : scar or just scarlett
age : twenty-three
gender : lingerie lingers in my drawers
sexuality : pork swords, anyone?
role : sensual undercover FBI agent


xoxoxoxox✖ sensual
xoxoxoxox✖ seductive
xoxoxoxox✖ blunt
xoxoxoxox✖ ebullient

[chandyland]

x kyle sterling michaels
x twenty-five
x x x bold
x x x stubborn
x x x manipulative
x x x x x x i'm the bad reporter
x x x x x x x x x LiLdRoPoFsUnShInE & egg-cellent

[chandyland]

landon ian forth

nicknames : just landon.
age : twenty-five
gender : boxers or briefs?
sexuality : i look up mini skirts
role : chivalrous FBI agent



xoxoxoxox✖ chivalrous
xoxoxoxox✖ determined
xoxoxoxox✖ arrogant
xoxoxoxox✖ self-conscious

[chandyland]

"Roberts, Aston, Mitch and Forth, please come to my office." The chief had called out to them flatly. At the time, all four agents exchanged looks with each other, wondering what the chief wanted with them. With all four of them. What was going on? The four agents slowly made their way to the Chief's office, going in one by one. The four stood across from the chief, waiting for him to give them directions. Was this some type of "mission"? Scarlett didn't like to call it a "mission". It sounded weird in her opinion, she sounded like some undercover spy on one of those cheesy movies. They were FBI agents, they solved cases in and out of the country that the cops couldn't handle. When the problems got even bigger, they let the CIA handle that stuff. The Chief had a look on his face that was priceless, a look of confusion, impatience and enthusiasm. They teach you how to read expressions.

Then, the chief went into explanation. "You two, Roberts and Aston, will be undercover as... as models," he had glanced over at Lexa. "There has been multiple killings of models during fashion show, work of a serial killer. The killings have patterns," the Chief had pushed out pictures of dead bodies towards the group. Showing the patterns of the serial killers. "Scarlett and Lexa will be undercover as models applying in the Fashion Show. Your job is to catch the killer. As for you two," he glanced over at the boys. "You will be there, surveiling the girls. Make sure they aren't victims of the crimes." The Chief said, gesturing towards Scarlett and Lexa.

At the time, Lexa flipped out, being her whole tomboy self. Scarlett was completely up for it, she was ready to see some male models and to get payed for doing so. She couldn't wait to get on that plane to California for the fashion show. Lexa wasn't happy about it -- the boys weren't exactly psyched about it, but Scarlett was. The only thing that pissed her off was that the boys had to come to "make sure they aren't victims of the crimes". She could take care of herself, she had one of the best shots in the group. She wasn't the strongest, not at all. Her punches didn't hurt too bad, she could never do anything that really hurt. She was just a really good shot when it came to guns. She almost argue about it, but she decided to keep her mouth shut.

That was then, this is now.

Now, Scarlett was standing next to Lexa looking at the hotel they were to stay in. All of the other girls were going to be staying in this hotel, too. It was a five star hotel, of course. Who was paying for this? Scarlett would have been happy with some type of shitty hotel, but no, these models couldn't stand it. She would bet fifty dollars that none of these girls can stand looking at a spider or any type of bug. She wasn't terrified of them, she just disliked them. "Ready?" Scarlett turned to look at Lexa. Lexa was taller than she was by a couple of inches, Scarlett was five foot ten, she was tall for a female. But, Lexa was taller than she was. "Remember, don't call me 'Aston'." Scarlett said, pointing a finger at Lexa. The two were both carrying new bags, they were Louis Vuitton luggage. The company had given the luggage to the two, so they didn't show up with beat up suitcases like they knew they would. Scarlett couldn't tell if it was knock-off or if it was real, but she was pretty sure the girls in there could tell.

Of course, they also packed their bags. The things were heavy. Their own clothes weren't "exceptional", since Scarlett mostly owned suits and jeans. She didn't know how long they would be staying here, she didn't know what was in her bag, she didn't know what she was wearing. She had on an outfit with the longest heals she has ever seen. When she first saw them, she could already feel her feet cramping. Now that she was in them, she could tell that she had blisters growing on her feet. Was this what models wore? Did they wear these high heels and short dresses? Scarlett continued to pull at the bottom of her dress, trying to hide her knees.

When they opened the doors to the hotel, girls everywhere were running around, talking, flirting or just sitting there looking pretty. They all had on heels, some wore stylish shorts, others wore dresses; others wore skirts and very few wore pants. Men were everywhere, they looked like they were in heaven; their hotel was filled with models! As soon as Scarlett entered, a bell boy took her luggage. This made her feel uncomfortable, she felt naked without her gun with her. It was in the very bottom of her luggage, hidden from anyone that tries to look in her luggage. She was wearing an invisible earpiece, that you could only see if you looked hard enough in her ear, which was just weird in general. Scarlett's eyes swooped left and right, looking for Jonas and Landon. She spotted the two, leaning over the counter, it looked like they were just two normal men checking into an apartment.

ooc: i hope this was okay o;

[chandyland]

Once out of the elevator, Lexa told him were her room is. Slightly nodding, Landon followed Lexa towards their bedroom. Landon didn't know were his room was -- Jonas had the paper -- but he was pretty sure Lexa was right. Their room was probably right next to theirs, or a couple of suites down the hall. "Jonas has the paper, I'll have to check." It was awkward, extremely awkward. Landon didn't like the atmosphere lingering in the air, he would prefer something warmer, something comfortable. It was hard when a hundred girls were traipsing in short skirts. He didn't get how Lexa could put up with this, but he admired her for doing so, how she just accepted the mission after what happened last time. Landon admired her confidence.

Many girls that walked by waved at the two, stopping Lexa often to chat with her. Landon wore a small smile. Her next question was obviously something to fill up the silence, but it was almost shocking. "Same old." Landon shrugged. "What's been going on in your world?" He returned the question, but he really wanted to know what was going on in Lexa's world. He found in interesting what was going on with Lexa, it was always something different. Landon stumbled into deep thought, but what really caught his attention was the sudden flash out of nowhere. Landon directed his attention towards the flash to see were it was coming from. To his surprise, a man with dark brown hair was crouched down with a camera in his hand. Was this something normal?

"Uh, hello?" Landon greeted the man. He smiled at him for a second, but then adverted his gaze towards Lexa. It looked like he was trying to see through her, but he was taking in her appearance. Landon couldn't help but feel jealous, and almost immediately he didn't like this guy. "Hey, I'm Mace. I was wondering if I could get some pictures of you?" He asked as sweetly as he possibly could to Lexa. He acted like Landon wasn't there, like he was just one of the guys that were drooling over the girls i the lobby.

Mentally rolling his eyes, Landon looked over at Lexa, waiting for her approval for this strange man to take pictures of her. Landon looked around, he noticed more photographers and reporters, questioning the models. Some looked annoyed and just pushed them away. Others fixed their hair and make-up real quick -- he's never seen anyone do it that fast -- others answered some of the questions that the reporters were asking. He would have to take them all into consideration, he would have to figure that they were all suspicious. It could be a female, it could be a man, it could be a model or reporter. Maybe a photographer or security guard. Hell, maybe even a fashion designer.

Just before Scarlett hit the ground, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist to keep her from falling. Scarlett sighed in relief, before realizing it was Jonas. A dark red sprawled across her cheeks, she could feel the heat radiating off of them. Hearing his comment Scarlett rolled her eyes. "You wish," Scarlett finally managed. She could feel the heat getting hotter on her cheeks as Jonas let her go. She straightened out her dress, pulling on the bottom of it with one hand. With her other hand, she smoothed it out. She was comfortable in his arms, but he would have to let her go, of course. They would look like two complete morons standing in the middle of the lobby.

Just when Scarlett's cheeks started to turn back to their original color, Jonas had to call her "honey". Her cheeks sparked up a new flame, so she looked down at her feet like she was looking at the high heels on her feet. "I don't even understand how models walk around in these death traps." Scarlett mumbled to herself, wiggling her toes. The next question sparked her attention. She looked back up at Jonas. What was going on with Landon and Lexa? Scarlett vaguely knew what happened on the last mission, and how Landon confront Lexa about it. Scarlett didn't know what Lexa did to make her want to quit, she didn't know all of the little details. She just knew what Landon did for her, nothing more. "There is something going on between Landon and Lexa?" Scarlett asked.

She didn't know much about the whole thing. She wondered if she should even tell Jonas what was going on between the two. "I don't really know. I just know the little details from what happened on the last mission." Scarlett shrugged it off, acting like she wasn't too interested in it. That was a complete lie, of course she was interested in what was going on between the two. Scarlett tried her hardest not to look at Jonas, but she had a hard time. She didn't want to get dragged into his irresistible charm, like all the other models obviously were around here. They continued to smile and wave at him.

Her attention was suddenly directed on the man with the dark brown hair with a pen and pencil. He wasn't speaking to Jonas, he was talking to Scarlett; Micheal wanted the "exclusive interview" for "Sun Times" Scarlett felt a ping of nervousness ambush her. She glanced at Jonas in a plea for help, but she knew she would have to answer to him herself. "Oh... Um... I guess." Scarlett managed, placing one hand on her hip. "Thanks. What's your name and what has inspired you to become a model in this fashion show?" The man asked.

Scarlett did not want to be in this position. She didn't know she would have to answer questions to some guy. "Oh, I'm Scarlett," she paused, wondering if she should say her last name. Scarlett didn't know what she would tell this man, he looked like he was thriving for an exciting story. "I've, uh, been a model since I was nine and decided to carry on my mothers legend." Scarlett said quickly, hoping that he didn't hear. She glanced at Jonas one more time, hoping he would get her out of here.

[chandyland]

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LANDON IAN MICHAELS

Landon was not looking forward to this.

That didn't even stress it enough; he didn't want to "look after" these girls, he didn't want to make sure they weren't "victims". What's the point? Their FBI agents too, right? So why should he and Jonas patrol these girls like they were little kids that weren't allowed out of the fence? It was pointless, in his opinion. For the longest time he had been cursing the Chief, hoping that he would get out of this mission. The only thing that he was happy about was that he was paired up with Lexa -- on the last mission, she really screwed up and almost quit. No, he wasn't going to let her do that again. He kept encouraging her, telling her that she wasn't a bad agent. Which, of course, she wasn't a bad agent. She was extremely good, she was intimidating, too. Which was a good thing on her part, being an FBI agent and all. This didn't seem like something Lexa would enjoy, in Landon's opinion, but he kept his mouth shut.

Now, he tried to keep his eyes on the paper in front of him. He was scratching the back of his neck, the place was filled with perfume and pretty girls walking around. He could tell Jonas loved it, but Landon tried to keep his eyes on the paper; he signed it quickly, elbowing Jonas in the ribs so he could get their key. "Are the girls here yet?" Landon whispered, this time turning around so he was facing the gorgeous girls and their perfume infested bodies. He immediately regretted turning around, but he understood why so many men were here. These girls where something to look at. He didn't look at them -- he continued to tell himself: 'Your not here to admire them! Your here to do your job!' He scolded himself, just in time to see Scarlett and Lexa walk into the hotel like two very sexy models.

Scarlett looked nice, but Lexa looked marvelous. He had a hard time not basking, so instead he just motioned the two forward silently. He turned his gaze away from the two new "models" and towards some doors. He had never seen Lexa in a dress, let alone heels. Most of the time, the girls had to wear something that didn't really consist of fancy heels. They had to wear something that they could run in, just in case the situation ended up that way. That didn't happen often, most of the time they were in the office waiting for instructions.

"Hey girls," he greeted Lexa and Scarlett, looking at the two. He gave a sheepish smile at Lexa, then moved out of the way with Jonas so the two could check in. He was pretty sure the two would have a room together -- like Jonas and Landon because they "were running low on rooms" due to the whole model thing. He had his luggage bag slung over his shoulder, it was heavy, but he could take it. Landon was strong like any other FBI agent, he worked out constantly, he was very self-conscious about his body. He wanted to look his best, especially now.

ooc: sorry it took me so long! & it sucks! D;

[chandyland]

The day was long and boring. He could come up with a thousand more adjectives, but he wasn't. Instead, Dallas suffered through the day, which wasn't like any other day he had experienced throughout the school year. He normally ate lunch with Landon and Bree, or met with Landon to go to some place to eat. Instead, Dallas got stuck eating a turkey sandwich while working on paperwork. A teachers job wasn't that easy with constant guilt. He continued to replay the fight that he had with Landon last night -- the only parts he could remember -- then what had happened the previous day. Starting with when he woke up on Bree's couch, making it's way all the way to the fight between him and Landon. What really bugged him was the kiss that Bree and Landon shared, he tried his hardest not to think about it, but he did a bad job. It got to the point were he was completely aggravated and had to leave his classroom to clear his head.

Now sitting in his apartment, Dallas sat on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. Something that he just did out of habit. It was almost depressing, sitting there alone, listening to the air conditioner running. He didn't have anything else to do. Dallas was still wearing his work clothes, too lazy to change out of them. He felt like he would go out to eat, maybe go to Chili's or Outback and eat whatever he decided to. Dallas wasn't in the mood to cook, he wasn't the best cook in the world, anyways. Landon, on the other hand, was a pretty good cook, but he would never admit it to anyone. That used to make Dallas laugh at his best friends "pride". Dallas removed his feet off of the coffee table, then stood up. Before he could make his way out to his car, he snatched up his car keys and locked the door behind him.

Dallas was now sitting in his car, leaning back in his seat. Maybe he would call Bree and ask her to come and eat with him. Thinking about this, Dallas slid his car keys int he ignition and backed out of the parking lot to his apartment. Dallas passed Bree's apartment building on his way, thinking about it a little longer, Dallas turned around towards Bree's apartment. He couldn't decide on whether or not it was the right thing to do, partly because he was afraid he would walk in on Bree and Landon. He didn't see Landon's car anywhere in the parking lot, but he didn't pry. Dallas made his way towards Bree's front door, knocking on it slightly with his knuckles.

Landon didn't have any adjective to describe this day.

He didn't mind thinking about Bree. What really bugged him was the fight that had erupted between Dallas and Landon. Had he really thought that? Was he just too intoxicated to realize what he was saying? Landon tried not to think about that. Instead, he filled his thought with Bree, thinking of ways to win her back. It was easy when you had a bunch of freshmen. Even though they could be chaotic at times, he could easily shut them up. This gave Landon more room to think about what he could do to win Bree back. He thought about confronting Dallas, but that only went wrong last night. He was afraid he would blow up on his again.

Landon was leaning over his microwave, waiting patiently for the popcorn to hurry up and pop. He had on a pair of Nike sweats and a white wife beater. What caught his attention was the sudden buzzing coming from his cell phone. Landon snatched his phone up, hoping that it would be from Bree. But, instead it was from Tori. Not only was he surprised to see her name etched out on the caller ID, but what her message was. Raising an eyebrow, Landon thought about his response. Landon didn't know what he would say. Just then, the microwave beeped twice, indicating that his popcorn was finished. Snatching up the popcorn bag, Landon grabbed his car keys and his cell phone. Once in the his car, Landon decided he would text back.

well then.
i'm on my way, sweet cheeks.

xx -- mr. mathews

Opening up the bag of popcorn, Landon backed out of his driveway, making his way towards Tori's fancy apartment. Her apartment was on the richer side of town. Once at her apartment, Landon parked his car in the parking lot. Landon had eaten half of the bag of popcorn on his way over to Tori's apartment. Eying it now, he decided he would just bring the bag of popcorn with him. Grabbing the bag, Landon locked his car before walking up the steps to Tori's apartment. He knocked on the door lightly.

ooc: rushed at the end o;

[chandyland]

▶ And since the roof fell in, I'll lean on what matters
▶ Caught in the slightest wind, everything else unravels
▶ You're standing in my doorway seven cities ago
▶ The days are racing, but you come back too slow..

[chandyland]

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[chandyland]

Evelyn was proud of her work. She was smiling at the building that was on fire, occasionally sticking her tongue out at the firetrucks. She decided she would watch the humans attempted to put her fire out, she had caused enough problems on that building, even though she was extremely tempted to blow it up in flames. Now that would be interesting. It'd be all over the news in other cities, probably thinking it was some type of terrorist attack. Evelyn grinned at the idea of humans thinking that terrorist attacked a poor apartment building. She noticed Johnny walking to work, she smiled at the man, until he blocked her view of her burning apartments. Evelyn frowned when he slapped her with her own wind, it hurt, that was for sure. "Ow," Evelyn pouted, regarding the slap of wind and his comment. What did she have to say about it? Nothing. She really didn't care what he called her or anyone called her. "If you can kick my a**," Evelyn smirked, watching him sit down next to her on the bench. She knew he was just kidding, of course. She crossed her legs over each other, watching joggers pass by them often. She didn't smile or anything at them, instead, she just knocked some more of them over with a small wave of her hand.

It's amazing what hand gestures can do for you.

Evelyn leaned back in the bench, just in time to see Jacob enter the park. She watched him help up one of the joggers -- why couldn't he just leave her alone? She sighed, ready to catch his a** on fire and watch him run around like a little girl. She smirked at the thought, then watched him take a step towards her then turn around to sit on a bench across from him. "Well looky there, if it isn't one of the lovely heroes here to rain on our parade." Evelyn frowned. She spoke to Johnny, but she was looking at Jacob. Why couldn't he just sit in his apartment all day lifting weights or do something she could care less about? He had to go around and stop her wonderful chaos. If it wasn't any better, this place was about to be filled with heroes and villains. Fights would either clash or they would just end up ignoring each other. Which is extremely hard to do in their case. She looked away from Jacob, watching the firetrucks pass by, followed by cop cars and ambulances. She zoned out, not paying attention to anything or caring that Jacob royally pissed her off.

What caught her attention was the small blond crossing the park, otherwise known as: Darcy. The hero that cleaned up their mistakes. Evelyn frowned. She knew that Sofia would be her anytime now, since Darcy was here. No doubt Sofia would put out the fire, if she could do it "secretly". Evelyn was tempted to knock the girl over with a wave of her hand, or surround her in a group of whirlwinds. Instead, she crossed her hands over each other, and watched Sarah approached. Evelyn smiled at her best friend, carrying all of the bags she had. No doubt she went "shopping" and robbed a couple of banks. Sarah was good at that type of stuff -- she could easily poof into the vault then harass the clerk. The bags looked foreign and like they could have cost some money. It didn't matter to Sarah, though, she did whatever she wanted to. Evelyn shrugged, smiling at Sarah. "I think I did pretty good, but I'm not finished." Evelyn tapped her chin with a plain finger. She never paid any attention to her cuticles or finger nails. Her attention was suddenly directed on the bag that Sarah handed her. She smiled at it, then began looking through it.

The items in the bag where wonderful and expensive, but they always were. She smiled at her friend, "I love them," she reassured her friend. Evelyn began tapping her chin, trying to think of a plan to cause mass chaos. "What do you think Johnny?" Evelyn asked Johnny, trying to think of an idea. Johnny had work soon, maybe she could ask Lucas or Jesse. The two always came up with good ideas. "The apartment fire was a good start. Maybe we can -" Evelyn was interrupted by the loud police sirens. She eyed the car, then watched the police on motorcycles chasing the car. Before she had a chance to do anything, everything froze. Including them. It wasn't until she noticed Lucas walking towards the group with a latte in his hand.

Evelyn smiled at him, he greeted Johnny. No surprise there. "Hey, Lucas." She greeted Lucas, then cracked her knuckles. Evelyn began to twirl her index finger, causing whirlwinds to go up on the tree, causing the trees to rustle in the wind. She twirled her finger faster, smirking at Jacob. She loved taunting him, just to piss him off or see what he would do about it. "Say, Sarah. Maybe we should ******** with some heroes today?" Evelyn suggested, placing her hands in her lap like a good little villain. Or as good as they got, of course. It wasn't until she heard the sudden buzzing coming from her bag that she remembered she brought her phone but burnt her charger. Whoops. A mistake there. She flipped open her shitty razor, reading the message from Jesse. She smirked at the idea of a "masterpiece".

why, of course i'd love to stay
with you. thanks for the invitation!

make sure you get the big stuff,
piss some employees off. no mercy
or sympathy!

xoxo -- ev, b***h

Sending the message, Evelyn looked over at Sarah. "Jesse is causing some chaos, she should be here soon." She said, right before a large range rover drove up, parked, then Jesse danced out of her car. Evelyn smiled at the girl who could easily seduce any man and who always had her way. There wasn't any saying "no" to her. "Hey Jesse. What did you get?" Evelyn asked, watching another police car zoom past them towards a bank. Of course. She should have figured that she robbed a bank. She didn't know or care how Jacob would feel about this. If she got lucky -- Darcy or Jacob would be extremely pissed.

Evelyn smirked at this idea.

[chandyland]

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FORTH DALLAS ASTON

Today was going to be a bad day.

For one: He was getting married to someone named Dee. Why would someone name their child Dee? Or even nickname themselves that? For two: They were expecting showers today, which meant he was to get married outside in the rain. For three: His mother and father picked this girl out for him. This was why her name was Dee. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He didn't believe in arranged marriages, so why did he have to marry someone like this? She was dirt compared to how rich he was, but that's just the way he was. They say opposites attract, but that's a bunch of s**t. He'd prefer to be married to someone he could share a laugh with, someone that he got along with, agreed with almost everything about. But, he's stuck with some "sweet heart" as his parents had called the female. Who cares if she's sweet? Is she manipulative? What does she look like? Why is her name Dee?

The seams were being fixed on his black tuxedo. Every now and then he got stuck with a pin, he grimaced to himself, but didn't say anything. They hired multiple Seamstresses to help with his suit, his mother wanted him looking the best. He was ready to kick the two out of the house, but it wouldn't be his until he was officially married. Forth began to grind his teeth, a bad habit that he had picked up when he was little. He used to grind his teeth in his sleep, which almost drove his parents mad. It normally echoed through the empty mansion when they were asleep, only maids and butlers were awake at that time. Forth was sipping nonchalantly on his water bottle, occasionally wincing from the sudden poke, then the followed by "sorry" from the Seamstress. "Mr. Aston, we are finished." One of the Seamstress stood up, standing on her painful heels. "You are dismissed," Forth said, jumping off of the booth he was standing on.

"Forthy-poo! Can I come in?" The fragile voice came from the other end of the door. Forth shook his head to himself, then nodded once. Why couldn't his family just let him get married to "Dee" then leave him alone? "Sure, Grandma, I'm dressed." Forth called out, agitated. The large french doors swung open, revealing a small old woman with a white dress on. It was extremely old fashion, with one of those vintage hats. "Oh, my baby," she called out, coming over to give him a hug. She had her arms wide open, a gesture for him to return her hug. Forth walked forward, meeting her embrace. He was much taller than the English female, even though he wasn't too tall. She squeezed his cheeks, followed by multiple kisses on his cheek. That would leave pink lipstick on his cheek. He chuckled slightly to himself without any humor, then slowly pushed his grandma away. "Okay, that's enough." Forth said with a smile, "I have to get ready," he snatched a tissue off out of a box, wiping the lipstick off of his cheek. Once his grandmother was gone, Forth fixed his suit before obnoxious knocking was coming from the door. Forth sighed once, then began to walk towards the door.

He was standing outside, watching the gray clouds loop over the white ones. He was extremely bored. What was the point of taking forever to just put on a stupid dress, it wasn't like she was going to a fashion show or something. Forth didn't care to be here, he would prefer to be sitting on the couch in his boxers, watching television on his plasma screen TV that took up one whole wall. He would so prefer that than standing here waiting for some overrated girl who had to look her best. What was the point, seriously? As agitated as he was, he was actually anticipating seeing Dee. Would she match her name? Would she look absolutely ridiculous? Forth continued to ask himself these questions, wondering what she would look like. He snatched a wild flower out of the garden, before dropping it on his shoe.

It wasn't till the music began, and everyone hushed. Forth stood up from the stone wall that he was sitting on. He watched the French doors, waiting for this chick to come out of the stupid doors. It wasn't anything to have a fit over. Then, she emerged from the doors. He didn't know what was so special about her -- she was tall and lanky with blond, curly hair. She had cat eyes -- he found it hard not to laugh at her. Over all, she was fairly pretty. But, he didn't know what the fuss was, it was over contradictory. Forth crossed his arms, waiting for her to hurry down the isle with her father.

[chandyland]

xo
XOXOXOXOXXOXOXXOXOalthea && greg
THE DEMIGODS THAT ARE READY TO KICK SOME a**

Althea was watching Adrian very carefully, this time looking straight at her. She was waiting for her to make some type of move or something, Althea didn't know what. Althea heard her shriek, it sounded something like "what?", but only a lot louder. Althea didn't take into consideration what was going on, so instead she listened intently to what the Athena cabin was saying. She just figured that the Athena cabin was the one to fetch the flag, they had the best capability. Althea was stuck in one position, waiting for what? She didn't know. She let Adrian turn around and take off running, she didn't want to get consumed in this type of stuff.