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Wren tossed her brother a warning look as he took a shot at Jesse. Honestly, why did boys have to be so possesive? Even Jesse, when the subject of Chelsea came up in conversations of why Wren was so reluctant for any official relationship with Jesse. Of course, that could also very well be the other problem males had. If their girl went for another girl, she supposed it made them feel inadequet, or that was at least how they acted. Some weird macho thing. But Jesse was surely above that, right? Her eyes going to her best friend for a moment, downing trix, she shook her head slightly.

No, he really wasn't, and she couldn't exactly hold it against him. The poor boy just wanted a simple relationship, and yet he was getting this. That had to be a downer.

She took one last gulp of her smoothie, finishing off, now just holding onto the oversized mug now. She let her gaze flit around the room, from one person to the next without much care for speaking to most of them. Sure, they were her friends, but they were busy right now. Resigned from that task, she leaned back, her head resting on the cabinets. Finally she let her gaze rest on Jesse again, shrugging slightly at his question on explaining it all. "Rude as my dear brother is, his basic point is true. Just do your job and don't worry about their messy details, we've got the simple parts, let's keep it that way." she said with a slight smile. Hey, they did. Jesse was just driving, usually really fast, but driving nonetheless. She was providing rock solid alibis that most people wouldn't try to deny. In her opinion, the people with the biggest jobs were Jayden, Lestat, and...

Well, think of the devil and they shall arrive. Though, she didn't see Tabia as the devil, just kind of an oddball, which was good, because Wren liked oddballs. They were fun to be around. Of course, this oddball was one to immeadiately go to someone, like many couples do when they're put back together after being apart for a day, a night, whatever. Wren choose too look away from this, prefering to let her eyes settle on Chelsea, who wasn't looking either. She was silently washing off her dishes. As Chelsea turned to look at everyone, Wren averted her eyes, staring at the mug she was turning around and around in her hands. There was generally nothing more awkward then when they ended up looking each other in the eye by accident.

She was distracted though, by the next arrival, this time it was Annabelle. The girl's name tended to leave a bad taste in Wren's mouth. She didn't hate Annabelle exactly-- no, Wren didn't have the energy to hate the other female. It was more resentment then anything. Of course, what did Wren have to resent? Anyone could tell you she had just what Annabelle wanted; a relationship with Jesse, nevermind how screwed up it was. What she resented was the fact that the reason everyone was on her a** about her actions was Annabelle whining to Lestat's boyfriend. Now, she had a right to complain, but when it interfered with Wren's right to have a life, it generally pissed Wren off.

But, she had to play nice. There was no need to make a big deal over something she already had. Annabelle was dealing with it in her own way, and Wren would deal with it in hers. "Good morning." she said lightly in reply to Annabelle's morning greeting, though she didn't look up at the younger female as she spoke. No, she couldn't go that far. Even if the others didn't know what looking Annabelle in the eye while saying such a meaning meant, Wren would never hear the end of it from her brother, because he knew she just didn't give out light greetings to everyone who showed up. She barely acknowledged them from her little perch in her little lala land. Everyone would tell you it was abnormal behavior to greet every person individually. Only her brother could tell you that when dealing with his odd little sister, that was a challenge.

There was no reason to acknowledge Annabelle's other comment. Wren had nothing to say to it, and she certainly wasn't playing at being Annabelle's bestest friend in the whole wide world. Of course, Annabelle could've been right about unwelcome guests, but that would be proven later. Wren was far more concerned with Chelsea's exit of the kitchen. She bit her lip, setting her mug on the counter beside her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, taking a deep breath. She was tempted to get up and follow right after her, but Wren knew that action was much too fast. Instead she choose to fidget, shifting where she sat on the counter, tapping her fingers along her arms.

To top off her frustration, Lyden had to arrive.

Now, she had no real issue with him, other then his 'principles' got on her nerves. One day he was just going to have to accept that in all of their cores, they were criminals, but they were trying to do good. They had all had their little run ins, they had all done their fair share of bad deeds. Just because he didn't have the same start as they did, it didn't mean that he got to run the show, which was what he seemed to think his job was at times. He had actually tried to tell her what would make a good alibi and what wouldn't at one point, which had set her off on her own little rant that she was pretty sure made it so her didn't try to touch her area ever again. He was there for one reason and one reason only, and it didn't involve Wren in any way. Sure, he took the information Jayden put out, made it workable, but there was never a time when people didn't take the opportunity to correct him where he was wrong about who could do what.

"Well, Annabelle did warn us. We leave that door unlocked, and unwanted people just start wandering in." this was Lestat's comment, and it made Wren laugh. She pushed her self off the counter, landing her mug in the sink before walking over to the table, resting her elbows on her brother's shoulders, leaning over and resting her chin on top of his head. She examined the blueprints up close for a second before speaking to her brother,

"Det er ikke rart et provokere folk, Lestat."* she said in Danish, her accented voice bored. Why did she speak in Danish? Because she felt like it, and it just kept her in touch with her inner child. The one that had learned Danish from her mother, Zulu from her father. And all the other languages she spoke for that matter, not including French. She let go of him, standing back and crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for his reply.

"Well, my Danish is kinda rusty, but I'm going to say that I'm not particularly bothered if people don't think I'm nice." her older brother told her with a smile. She grinned, shaking her head and stretching.

"Whatever you say Lele. Jeg går ovenpå nu. Hold dine knive, pistoler og alt andet til dig selv."** she said, moving away from her brother. She touched Jesse's shoulder absently as she passed him on her way out of the room, giving him a half smile before leaving to go upstairs. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do up stairs. But half of he had a mind to just go to her room and stay there, the other half had a mind to go talk to Chelsea, as she always did after these incidents, trying to clean up at least some of the mess she made. She was able to talk to Chelsea, she knew how to keep herself from going tongue tied around the other female, but she was never really sure if Chelsea wanted to talk to her. And all that ever seemed to come up was the matter of commitment, and Ziraili actually being able to. She wasn't sure how much more Chelsea would put up with from Zii.

Either way door, she found herself at Chelsea's door, knocking lightly and pausing a moment before opening it. She stayed in the doorway, looking at Chelsea on her bed with her laptop. Suddenly Zii, who was usually so bold people complained, was feeling like she had to be more careful with her actions. And she was now painfully aware of her current clothing situation, now her arms were wrapping over her stomach as she spoke. "Hey." she said.

After that she didn't know what on earth was okay to say. Or what was appropriate. Wren just tried to stay with safe topics. "Are you already working on that... Tecs-whatever system?" And... that was why she needed to pay more attention to the conversations around her.

{[Translations
*It's not nice to provoke people, Lestat
**I'm going upstairs now. Keep your knives, guns, and everything else to yourself.]}

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Lestat

Lestat's eyebrows went up when Jesse described the man power. Goddamn, what were they picking up? It was uncanny how the people they helped always seemed to be falling into s**t with the worst possible people out there. "So the use of my heavier grade weaponry would be preferable I assume." he mumbled, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him. While it was more fun to throw it down without the guns and other weapons, self preservation ranked higher then things such as 'fun'. And he knew that he wasn't just there for himself. Him doing his job was a key point in making sure the others were covered. Plus, he knew Wren would kill him herself if he did something that could potentially get him hurt for no reason. The two may fight, but they were very clear on what their boundries were when the thought of the other getting hurt was involved.

He frowned at the mention Lyden's name. Did they really have to involve the little p***k? Lestat wasn't sure how much he wanted to willingly subject himself to with that one. Not if he was going to have the stress of heavily armed violent men on his mind. Of course, he would in the end probably doing what he always did, which was just take his ear piece and fix it so he didn't have to hear Lyden's end of things, just Tabia and whoever else went in. What was his issue with Lyden? A lot of things, most being everything that came ot ut his mouth sounded ******** conceited or just plain moronic to Lestat.

Luckily, the next arrival wasn't Lyden, which could've been very possible, since only two people weren't there. Instead it was someone far more pleasant; Annabelle. She wasn't actually a part of the main 'group', at least, not in the sense of she would go to jail if they ever got caught. No, no one ever let her get that close to their work to get involved in the actual commiting of the job. There had to be some perserving of innocence hear, and Les didn't think anyone really wanted to bring in someone who had no crimnal past and just take that away from them. He was well that beating the s**t out of people as a part of his job wasn't actually something to be proud of.

As his sister actually greeted Annabelle, Les turned to look at her, tilting his head to the side as he examined her and gave her a knowing and slightly disapproving look. It wasn't very fair to talk that way to someone just because they liked the guy you were ********, the guy you made clear you loved, but weren't in love with. So to everyone else it was an innocent greeting. Because, in the end, most people saw Wren as a blunt person; not a passive agressive one would would give a cold greeting if you could just simply say 'I like you, you're nice, but back the ******** off little girl', which was what she was trying to say. Wren was a master at the passive agressive runs. Les shook his head slightly, looking back to Annabelle, smiling as she said something about how they might actually want to lock their door. "You're probably right, but Chels, Zii, Sid, and I are way too lazy to actually get up off our butts when you guys all come over seperately and let you all in." he said. Well it was the truth. He and Wren would just bicker on who should get it, Chelsea was usally up to something in her room, and hell, Sid wasn't even out of bed out yet. "You got it." he said when she asked if the blueprints were part of this new job.

Chelsea snuck out wordlessly just as Lyden arrived. Lestat wish he had the foresight to predict that this would happen an make an exit just like she had, but he had a feeling that wouldn't work out so well. "Well, Annabelle did warn us. We leave that door unlocked and unwanted people just start wandering in." he said. And with that comment, he recieved an out right laugh from his sister. And then Hayden was saying his name. Les looked to her, opening his mouth to say something along the lines of 'what do you want me to do', but he got distracted by his sister coming up behind him, talking Danish.

This wasn't actually that odd. The two were known for exchanges in other languages, especially if Wren had something to say that she prefered the others not to hear. But this sounded like nothing but gentle teasing. "My Danish is kinds rusty, but I'm going to say that I don't particularly care if people think I'm nice." he said. Well, his Danish was never the best. Of course, he wasn't like his sister, it hadn't been taught to him as a first language like it had been her.

He grimaced slightly as she used that horrid nickname in her reply. She wasn't the only one who used it. She somehow convinced Sidney that it was an excellent name to address him by on various occasions. Of course, he couldn't help the smile that came as she told him to keep his weapons to himself. "Hey, I only have one knife on me right now, no guns!" he called after her, pull his knife easily from where it was concealed to show it to her. She looked back over her shoulder, nodding as if she was just indulging what he was saying instead of believing him. That didn't bother Les though, he knew she was only joking. He watched her climb the stairs, probably to go cause more damage that she really intended to be, well, not damage.

Jesse shouldn't have said anything after Wren. Because the second he yelled after her, Lestat stopped putting his knife back in it's place, and instead flipped it in his hand, point the blade in Jesse's direction. "You're walking a thin line, Cage. Threaten my sister again, no matter how stupid and irrelivant the threat is, and you're going to become very familar with this knife." he warned, his accented words hard. It didn't matter how empty any threat was or how stupid it was, since his sister never had any occasion to run to the police, since she was always well away from the crime scene so she can be an alibi without any chance of being disproven, you didn't make threats towards any of his sisters. Nor to Sidney for that matter, but that was beside the point here. Most people got their asses handed to them for just a first offense on that one. Jesse got off mostly because people would pull him off of the other male before Lestat actually got a chance to do any damage. But that didn't mean that Les wouldn't try anyone if the occasion came up.

Now putting his knife away for real, he watched Jayden come back into the room. He hadn't even noticed that the male had left at any point in time. Of course, Lyden went to him. The two had something going on between them, but Les wasn't really all that interested in it. He looked up when Hayden said his name again, sounding very annoyed. Looking at Tabia and waving his hand slightly to get her attention, he nodded towards Hayden, indicating she might want to do something about his girlfriend's mood. What did he do himself? He looked to the two by the counter, opening his mouth and speaking.

"Hey, do the flirting on your own time." he said bluntly. "if you haven't noticed, we're kinda here to work." Yeah, that was Lestat for you. He was talking mostly to Lyden, he was the one doing the flirting. Jayden wasn't provoking any such actions.

There wasn't much else to say there, and even if ther was, Lestat wouldn't be saying it, because he was yet again distracted, this time but something that actually bade him happy. That would be the entrance of his boyfriend, Sidney, who made a beeline for him, greeting Les with a kiss that he was more then happy to return, no matter how quick it was. This would be the part where Wren would usally cut in with fake coughs that usually sounded like the words 'cradle robber', but alas, she was upstairs, dealing with her drastically more screwed up relationship. Which was something Les would never forget to point out to her that while he was five years and a few months older then Sidney, having just turned twenty-six two days earlier-- sort of, having an odd leap year birthday --and with Sidney turning twenty-one in May, she could even get her relationships in the right order and keep them from spilling over into each other.

At Sidney's comment of them all being awake, Lestat shook his head, putting an arm around Sideny's waist, contemplating pulling the other down into his lap. "We're not really awake, this is all just an illusion." he insisted. "Mm, I think the people that we're all set up to help were down playing whatever this is we're getting." he told his boyfriend, if asked was anything new. This was true, mostly because, when people made it clear that there were going to be big obsticals, Sidney usually warned them. Even though they still didn't have the complete whole story on the job, just the basics, Sid would've said something at that point. "Other then that just the usual. Ziraili is pulling her usually stunts, people aren't thinking before they speak, and we're trying to figure up a plan for this job." he said with a shrug.

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Wren didn't respond to Jesse's angry yell after her. What was she supposed to say? It would take too much energy to turn around and explain to him that he was more likely to be the one who needed her help, not the other way around. And besides, she didn't want to be mean to Jesse. He was only being jealous, and while that was a bit childish, since she had made it clear going into this that they were still only friends, nothing more. If he couldn't handle that, oh well. He would have to eventually, because if he kept losing his temper at her, then they would eventually not even be friends either, much as Wren disliked the idea.

Chelsea seemed as tongue tied as Wren felt, trying to answer her between bouts of awkward silence. Well, awkward silence was always better then just being flat out told to leave, Wren supposed. Being told to leave would by far be a worse hope killer then the other thing. Of course, their awkward silence got interrupted. Nice timing Jayden, she thought sarcastically, though she knew it wasn't his fault. He had to get something to Chelsea and Wren just happened to be there. How was he supposed to know they were in the middle of something. It wasn't as if she had announced to the whole kitchen when she went upstairs that she was going to clean up her mess. The only person who could rightly assume that was her brother.

As Jayden gave her his apologetic look while leaving, Ziraili looked down, a slight 'it's okay' smile on her face. As long as he didn't go downstairs and announce to the kitchen dwellers what was going on up here, he was as good as forgiven. It actually might've been better had he stayed. Because now with Jayden gone, they lapsed into another highly awkward silence. Chelsea had work to do, Zii was starting to see it as a better idea that she... "Maybe I should--" she began, pushing away from the doorway she was leaning against so that she could leave, reluctant as she was to do so. Chelsea cut her off though, unintended as it probably was, telling her that she would work on whatever complicated information was on the little USB Jayden had given her. Well, complicated to Wren. Probably not so complicated to Chelsea.

Hearing a door open and close down the hall, she looked out into the hall, her eyes catching with Sidney's for a moment. Well, she wasn't even going down that path right now. Sidney was a whole other issue in her life, as in, he would push his way into her affairs on too many occasions by way of Lestat, for Annabelle, who apparently couldn't handle her own problems. No, this was not the time for that. Chelsea was gesturing for her to come over and sit, and Wren didn't have much reason to refuse her. She sat, trying to give Chelsea as much space as possible, but they still ended up close. Her arms refused to unwrap from around her stomach, still very conscious of her current shirtless state.

When Chelsea asked her what was up, Wren barely had a chance to open her mouth before the question was changed on her. Okay, she wasn't the only one flustered here. "I, uh, I don't know if you would categorize this under wanting something or under just 'chatting'." she mumbled out, something else very uncharacteristic of Ziraili Rossouw. She didn't mumble anything. Of course, she was never flustered or embarrassed by the fact that she gave people the chance to stare at her half naked on a daily basis.

"I mean, er..." she started when Chelsea looked at her. Finally her arms unwrapped from around her stomach so she could push her hands through her hair. ********, she didn't know what she meant. "You know, I'm no good at this people thing." she said finally, not at all sure of what she was getting at. "It's not like my Auntie and Uncle were all that overbearing about me getting normal social interaction. So excuse me if I can't get all these social rules straight in my head." she shook her head slightly. Well, everyone knew that she was adopted, raised by Les' parents. They also knew not to press her about what had happened to hers. She didn't mind telling people about it, but most didn't really want to hear the gruesome details. And while her Aunt and Uncle had been the best 'parents' they could be to Wren, they had never really known how to handle her social oddness; whether to encourage it or not. It ended with her just never receiving any sort of comments on what was okay and what wasn't, even for the socially odd.

This was supposed to be a social no-no though, right? "I know that this is probably the wrong thing to say, but I can't apologize." she informed Chelsea, looking down at her lap. "I'm pretty sure that I'm going about this all wrong, and this isn't how I'm supposed to handle the situation, but when did any of us ever do what we were supposed to? We're a bunch of criminals for Christ's sake."

Well, that was...really stupid Zii she told herself. "I think I should shut up now before I dig myself into an even deeper hole."

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Jasper

Jasper was content to look up from his book every so often to check as people floated through his tent, though most weren't brave enough to stay as said before. The few who were, he help, finding them what they wanted, giving the ones with questions careful instructions before taking their money and putting it in his cash box. He had no worries over the idea of thieves. It took a real idiot to try and steal something from anywhere in this carnival really, but this tent, along with a few other select places most of all. You'd have an unwanted hex on you faster then you could high tail it out of there, and it was never anything all that pleasant.

After he sent his fifth customer of the night on their way, he sat back in his corner, though her didn't pick his book back up. Instead he tapped the edge of his stool with one hand as he pushed a dreadlock out of his face with the other. Normally, he would've just bundled his long dreadlocks into a messy knot, tied back with other locks. He just wasn't in the mood for that this day though. The wild look was okay in his world anyway. People were used to seeing the Caldararu children running around without a care in a world to how they looked. From the start with Catalyst, all the way down to twelve-year-old Maddox. Their feet were always bare and usually dirty, the curly hair that all the girls had was almost never brushed as often as it should, though they somehow managed to get knotty wild hair to look beautiful. Maybe Jasper was prejudice though, they were his sisters.

Of course, he wasn't the only person who would say that Catalyst at least managed to captivate people with her wild child looks, even when she didn't mean to. He could name at least two other people... and one was gliding into his tent just as the though crossed his mind. He looked up as he heard the near silent footsteps of Cordelia enter his tent. No matter how silently anyone moved, he generally heard them. It was little inhuman traits like that, that added up to who they were in his family. No fully human, but not magical to the extent some of the people in their world were.

Such as Cordelia. Cordy had been around his whole life, as long as he could remember, which made sense, because she had been around since several years before Catalyst's birth. And not a single physical thing had changed with her in all the years he had known her. She didn't age. You never saw her out and about in the sunlight like the others who worked at the carnival, people knew what she ate, but most didn't try to attempt conversation with her about. Then again, even among the younger people at the carnival, not many were as at ease around Cordelia as the Caldararu children. And among the Caldararu offspring, the one that seemed to find the most ease in being around Cordy was Catalyst. Of course, Catalyst sometimes took it to a point that not even Jasper, who was at ease around almost everyone, could. To be honest, the more gruesome aspects of Cordelia's being could put even Jasper on edge. He knew she would never purposely hurt any of them. Catalyst choose to be the fearless one though, and let Cordelia have her blood from time to time, when Cordy couldn't get away to do proper hunting.

This wasn't the time to be thinking of his own sister's actions. She was a grown woman; she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Jasper smiled at Cordy. "'Ello dear." he said smoothly. Of course with his friends he always managed to come out not sounding as gruff as when dealing with customers and other visitors of the carnival. At her question, he tilted his head slightly to the side. "I think I'm scaring more of them off then usual." he mused, though a slight smile found it's way to his lips. It was well known he never meant to scare or creep anyone out. It was just hard not to come off that way. You were at a fairly creepy carnival, he ran a fairly dark and creepy booth, and he was sitting in a corner where no one could see him well. Granted, it was in a pathetic attempt to hide from his younger sibling, but none of the carnival goers were going to assume that.

"I would assume it's somewhere around the same time as last night, if the big show gets started on time. But you know how we're all so good with consistency." he gave a bit of a wider smile; they both knew it was the truth. "Be careful about those, they're new; I think I put a bit too much energy in them, I'm hoping they'll cool down before the night is over." he said as he watched her hands hover over a few of the newer amulets and charms. Jasper wasn't as antsy about Cordy touching them as he was about regular humans, but it was always nice to give warnings. He was fairly sure that it was mean to just leave Cordelia clueless. "I would say ask Lyst, she usually knows, but I don't think she saw Mama and Papa today, I didn't see her all day. She was with you, right?" He was fairly sure that this day was Cordy's day, though it might not sound as formal as that to Cordy. Jasper knew how it went though, even if his sister's two best friends were too oblivious to it. Catalyst did her best to split the daytime hours between Cordy and her shifter. One day with one, one day with the other. If she spent two days in a row with one, then she would spend two with the other. Catalyst was painfully fair with what she did with her days. Her nights however, were a free for all of whoever got to her first.

"It's worth asking her though, she pays more attention to all of that then I do." by 'that' he meant the rest of the carnival outside of the tent. He gave a slight wave to it, a shrug following. His sister was much more likely to know what was going on when, even without saying a word to her parents. She loved the carnival much more then Jasper, no one would deny that. She payed attention to all that was going on around her, while Jasper was more confined to his own little world. The carnival sometimes felt way too crazy to keep up with all of it.

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Couples were fairly easy to read on what questions they wanted also. Like lone women who came through, they wanted to know about their relationship future. Sometimes it was good to give them the fortune, other times it was a bit depressing. Catalyst didn't try to think of it either way. The way she perceived her relationship wasn't affected by it. Of course, she didn't have any real 'relationship' to speak of, but still.

No, as she watched the two walk away hand in hand, she thought on the fact she had not only one warped relationship, but two. They weren't warped in a bad way, just, difficult to understand. There was Cordelia, and there was Benjamin. They were her closest friends, who would probably kill each other if given the proper chance. There was no way to have them together. Fighting over stupid little things, fighting for her attention, it got utterly ridiculous that there were times where she would just refuse to talk to either until they got over it. Supernatural or not, they didn't get to act that way and expect her to still want to be around them.

When they weren't fighting though... when it was just her and Ben or her and Cordy one on one? She didn't know two sweeter or well meaning people in her whole world.

"Oh!" she was surprised when her vision dimmed to near darkness as something covered her heys. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't heard Cordy enter the tent. Of course, Catalyst was immeaditly aware of who it was when she heard Cordelia's quiet words. She smiled, turning her head even before Cordy could drop her hands. That was always Catalyst's greeting with just about everyone she genuinely knew. A simple enough smile. "I'm the same I was when I left your trailer two hours ago." she told her friend when asked how she was. "And you?"

Turning back to the table in front of her for a moment, she gathered up her tarot cards, still spread out from her last reading. She smiled slightly at Cordy's comment on business. "He can sell all his shiny trinkets all he wants, but if people are too scared to go in his tent it doesn't really work." she said with a shrug as she set her pile of cards off to the side. "Plus I'm cute. People rather have their fortunes read by a pretty girl then play with items they think aren't real." Blunt, but fairly true. She was sure of the intentions of many of the men that sat before her unaccompanied or accompanied by another male in the friend compacity. She glanced at Cordy quickly, flashing a slight innocent smile.

At Cordy's next question, she turned towards her immortal best friend. "They probably won't even think twice about it. You know you're free to come and go." she said. Catalyst didn't so much as flinch at the refrence to Cordy needing to eat. There was no need for her to. It was just a part of Cordelia, something Catalyst had grown up highly aware of. Absently she rubbed her shoulder, the usual place. Usual place for what?

"You know I don't mind." she added quietly, letting her hand drop to her lap when she became aware that she was touching her shoulder. Her shoulder, where you would easily find marks from where she had been bitten several times over. Catalyst was fairly sure that Cordy tried to get her in the same spot for the most part, it was the only way that Catalyst's shoulder wasn't covered in the marks. She wasn't even sure how many times she had let Cordelia take her blood. Her shoulder had always been where Cordy fed from. It was somewhere she could easily cover when she needed too, since not everyone was comfortable with her choice on the matter.

It wasn't a matter she was pushing though, she never did. Sometimes she just had to make Cordelia aware that it really didn't bother her. If it did, Catalyst just never would have let it happen in the first place.

Cordy asked about the show for that night, and with that the subject was pretty much changed. "Same order, the whole thing will probably start a little late though. Mama and Papa are playing 'let's arrange that marriage' again. Those talks go on and on." she said rolling her eyes. Even with arranging a marriage being a formal affair meant for family to only be the ones completely aware of the process until things really got going, she had no problem sharing the information with Cordy. Only and Cordy and Ben got to hear that kind of stuff from her. None of their other friends got as much information as those two would probably ever. "I don't even know why the twins entertain it. They know that if they just right out said they didn't want this to happen, Mama and Papa would stop. That's what I did." It was. Catalyst hadn't even entertained the idea for five minutes after the subject had been brought up when she was younger. And no one forced her into it.

"Enough with the ridiculousness of my family. How have you been since I saw you two hours ago?"

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Jasper

Jasper nodded slightly when Cordelia said she could feel the extra energy emanating from the new amulets and charms. Most supernatural beings and powered humans could. It was the regular humans that really needed to be warned; needed to have pretty 'do not touch' signs put up. He laughed at her departing comment, nodding. "Yes, let's go with that." he agreed, giving a slight wave as she left, off to go find Catalyst. Beat Ben to the punch. Because once one was there the other always seemed to be too stubborn to stick around long.

Leaning back in his stool, Jasper grabbed his book again, back to the game of looking up occasionally as between pages. What more could he do? This wasn't as interactive a booth as Catalyst's. And for people to talk to him they would have to be brave enough to take more then one step into the tent. Most weren't though. The thought that anyone would actually be scared by Jasper was laughable. Especially for anyone who truly knew him. He was a big, sometimes a little gruff, teddy bear. His over seriousness seemed to be funny to most of his friends, along with the odd clash it had with his neutral attitude on most of their internal affairs. It was a fairly well known fact that he didn't give a s**t what you did as long as it didn't endanger people or throw everything into chaos.

A group of older teens kept peeking in, one at a time, murmuring among themselves, most of their eyes as wide as owls. After they got around to each taking a third turn, Jasper sighed, putting his book down again and leaning forward out of the shadows to be seen better, gripping the edge of the stool. "Is there anything you need help with?" he questioned smoothly. They all seemed to jump a bit, obviously not expecting the figure in the back to move, let alone speak. After that they were quick to move on. Jasper simply shrugged, going back to his book. Not having many customers didn't bother him, mostly because he always had drastic difference in the amount of people coming into his tent each night. Some nights people were scarce, like this one, and others he got one after another and got little chance to sit in the back and keep out of sight of his siblings, which was the whole point of perching in the shadows.

His next visitor was not nearly as unnerved by the tent as the teens before him. He waltzed in at complete ease, which was to be expected. Why would Jasper's own boyfriend find any fear in Jasper's tent? Unless something had changed between them in the past few hours that Jasper was unaware of, which had not. Charlie seemed amused by his current state of business, teasing. Jasper smiled lightly, trying hard to keep a straight face when Charlie hit the nail on the head with his guess that Jasper was avoiding Sage, Madelyn, and Maddox. "I'm not sure what you're talking about." he said. "Why would I ever hide from my sisters and brother? Maybe I just want to read my book tonight but I have to hide because people keep coming and interrupting me." he held up the book he was still holding for a moment before closing and setting it aside yet again.

He stood, walking a bit closer, though he was always sure to be careful with his movements. At this point Charlie was used to simple closeness and affection, but Jasper was always nervous of moving in too fast and putting Charlie off balance. "Of course, considering the company this time I guess I should come out of hiding for at least a little while." he did his best to sound casual and uninterested in his own words, but as always with Charlie, Jasper was horrible at hiding that he was happy with the appearance of his boyfriend.

"So what brings you to my spooky end of the carnival? Taking a rest from all playing with your friends?" he asked, leaning in for a moment to land a kiss on Charlie's temple before straightening. The lions and tigers of the carnival were Charlie's friends, Jasper knew full well to respect them. They respected him, on Charlie's request, which did mean a lot to the older male. The animals had been around since before Charlie's appearance at the carnival, but until Charlie had come, Jasper's contact with them had been limited. He had looked after them when they on the rare occasion got injured, his powers giving him the ability to at least ease away any pain when he couldn't fully heal them.

When Charlie had come into the carnival, things had soon changed, and even before he and Jasper had started 'officially' going out, Jasper had started spending more times around all of the large animals, though not when they were out and about; that hadn't come until they had really admitted their feelings and did something about it.

"Hrm, and speaking of my younger siblings, you didn't see them around here did you?" he added, using the same tone Charlie had used earlier. "I haven't been stalked by them yet and I'm suspicious. Then again, I haven't seen Wednesday or Ben or any of the others either, aside from Cordy and Lyst. Highly out of the ordinary if you ask me." he was being silly, just as he always tended to get around Charlie. It was better then getting to serious and ruining all the fun. "And Cordy abandoned me in favor of Catalyst, but you know how those two are." Everyone knew how those two were, sometimes it was sad how everyone was so aware of them.

"And since I was abandoned earlier, you shouldn't abandon me now or my feelings will be hurt." he added as a last thought, joking for the most part.

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Frankie payed little attention to Faolan mocking her powder covered lips. Instead she just smiled sheepishly up at him before defiantly ripping off another small piece of fried dough and popping it into her mouth. Of course, how defiant you could actually be with sugar white lips standing a foot below the person you were trying to defy was debatable. It was more of a humorous scene then anything else. Frankie was okay with that though. She was having fun, which was more then what she had expected from today.

No one need to be mistaken, Alice-Lenore loved that she was doing what she was doing. It got frustrating though, and Frankie had never been one with enough patience to deal with frustration. Just... who was stupid enough to think you could bully people into liking you? That wasn't going to make people like you. Fear, perhaps, but not like. And hell, Alice sure as all wasn't going to fear them. She was best friends with what most people feared. Sure, Alice had her own fears, but it wasn't a bunch of bullies who got full of themselves because they could do some dazzling tricks.

"I know some pretty tricks too." she mumbled, scuffing her boot on the concrete. Faolan chuckled lightly at her, obviously knowing what she meant once her words were out of her mouth. It was part of his 'knowing everything' thing. Or it was in the way she understood it. And there was a very good chance she didn't understand it right. Sometimes Faolan got too enthusiastic about giving her information, and she couldn't always hold it in he mind so well. That or she got things mixed up. It was all alright though, because it was cute to see Faolan get all excited about having one to share information with. Frankie got the feeling that most of the time, Faolan didn't get to share his abundance of information with others. Maybe he just wasn't close enough to anyone that would listen. Sure, he had Theo, but Frankie would take a guess that they had drastically different conversations as a couple as opposed to the conversations she and Faolan had as friends.

She wanted to actually drink from her lemonade, but that was proving to be a problem with her hands all full. She let out a frustrated noise. "What am I supposed to do with this thing when I'm not using it?" she asked, irratated. Most modern technology didn't bother Frankie, but these walkie whatevers were getting on her last nerve. Faolan took pity on her though, and took the walkie-talkie from, beginning to fiddle with the waist band of he skirt. Soon enough, the walkie talkie was hooked on there Frankie grinned, looking up at her friend. "Well that's spiffy!" she said happily.

It looked as if Faolan tried to not laugh. Of course it only took him a moment to fail miserably at the task and up laughing. Frankie tried to put on the best disapproving face she could, but even she couldn't help a small smile forming in the way of her lips tilting up so slightly.

It was right about then that Marley appeared through the crowd. Of course, just when they were having some fun they had to go back to serious mode. What a downer. She took a long sip from her straw of her lemonade, her pitch black eyes remaining on Marlow as the girl came closer, waving mockingly and making her comments. Frankie said nothing. She knew enough that if she opened her mouth, she was only going to get angry. Really, she was working on keeping her temper in check, but there was a difference in working on and and actually keeping her temper under wraps, a difference she had not yet identified. Her eyes followed Marlow as the girl went to the food stand, weasiling free food out of the poor vendor with the obvious use of her power.

Frankie looked away as Marlow turned, once again scuffing her shoe on the ground, this time with more anger. "That just ain't right, taking advantage of that poor guy like that." she said, looking up at Faolan. "He has to make a living to! How's he going to get it if people are using him?"

"It's a pick your battle kind of situation, Alice-Lenore." there he went, using her full name. It was his 'just hear me out' habit, when he used her name. "You're right, it's not right, but we can't go start fights over small things like that." She frowned. Of course he had a point, but that didn't make her feel any better. Took a stubborn sip of lemonade, refusing to say anything. Casting a glance over to the food stand only a few feet away, she could see the seller coming around from Marlow's affects. Of course, he wasn't going to have any idea why he just handed over that food for free, and he was probably going to feel stupid, when it wasn't even his fault.

She looked back to Faolan. "Well, I just picked my battle." she said, turning to march off before he stopped. Besides, she wasn't going after Marley on this one. No, that would be stupid. Better would be to help the food seller. No, it wasn't fair that she was about to give him money for food she wasn't eating, but that was okay. It was the right thing. Maybe Frankie had too strong a sense of what wa right and wrong. "Ugh, I told her to wait for me to pay." she said as she got to the seller, putting down the lemonade and fried dough, pulling out the money she kept in her organization badge holder that hung around her neck. "That should cover it. I'm sorry about her, she's nice enough," -a blantent lie on her part- "But no one ever seems to be home if you know what I mean. You have a nice day."

The seller seemed too stupefied by her sudden appearace and then disappearance to say anything, which was fine with Frankie. The less people who acknowledged her soft spot the better. Already Faolan was smiling at her. Frankie refused to smile back, instead taking a long sip of her lemonade.

She was caught by suprise when her eyes were covered an all she could see was black. The voice that accompanied the suprise eased it away quickly though. It was only Theon. Not to say that the male wasn't important, he was, but he wasn't scary. He was sweet, and kind of silly. "We all know that wouldn't be a fair fight. I could seriously hurt you." she grinned up Theo as he let his hands fall and he stepped out in front of her. He wasn't as tall as Faolan, but he was still taller then Frankie. Everyone was. Which is why most people found it funny when she jokingly said she could take them in a fight. Oh well, their loss when she kicked their behinds. Innate capability might've had something to do with that, but she couldn't control that power. It wasn't her fault that because of it, she took to martial arts so easily, or most anything she did for that matter.

Theo didn't miss a chance to take a sip of her lemonade, something Frankie squeaked in response to. She stuck her tongue out at him when he pointed out her powdery lips. "Your boyfriend pointed it out already. And I don't know what you two are talking about. It's just the lastest fashion trend. Lord knows they have enough other funny ones like this here." 'Here' was the time she was in. Coming from the twenties, it was always 'here' and 'there' with Frankie. At the mention of rides she perked up slightly. "I want to go on rides too!" she exclaimed. "You'll take me with you guys, won't you?" she questioned, giving them both that 'you can't say no to me' look that probably only worked because she was so tiny, yet still intimidating at times.

It was about then that the mention of Marlow came about. Frankie made a face, looking to where she had seen Marlow disappear into the crowd earlier. Faolan was the one to make a verbal confimation that they had seen her. "She used her pheromones to get free food. Mostly to annoy us." Frankie looked back to them, nodding with what Lonnie said. "And you should've seen Frankie. Actually went and payed for the food that Marlow didn't pay for. Who knew she could be so nice!" Frankie made a face at him. It was hard for anyone to believe that tempermental Alice-Lenore with her attitude could be kind. It was an ongoing joke whenever she proved people wrong.

Of course Alice-Lenore always did her best to brush it off and cover it up. She couldn't have people believe she was soft. She did so even now as she spoke. "It ain't right, just watching some getting jipped. I wasn't being nice, I was doing the right thing." that was the end of the subject for her, though she was sure she would be teased about it for the rest of the day. "My question is, where's everyone else, and if they're not here then someone needs to remind me why I can't just go get Marlow and make her beat it." she vauguely knew the reason. Something about starting trouble and not starting it over nothing. And with Marlow and her power, getting the girl angry over something probably wasn't the best idea.

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Faolan

"I know some pretty tricks too." Alice-Lenore mumbled after a few moments of silence, a rare thing for the girl who was forever asking questions or having something to say. As the words left her lips, he knew just what she meant by them at will. It was easier to pick that kind of thing out of the millions of little streams of information when it was Alice-Lenore, because he was more in tune with her. Even more easy would be a thread of information involving someone such as Theo, who he was even closer to. It was something that Faolan had just figured out over time with his power. Alice was saying something else now, a complaint about her walkie-talkie. Faolan smiled slightly, reaching out to take it.

"Here, you can just clip it onto your waistband like this." he showed her, then tried not to laugh as she exclaimed about it's spiffy-ness. He couldn't help it though. It was times that you heard something like that come from her mouth that you really became aware of how far back in time she was from. She had taken to the future so easily, with little indication that anything bothered her. That was about the time that he could hear Theo's voice over the walkie-talkie. He unclipped it from his belt loop, somehow managing the fried dough, lemonade, and talkie at the same time as he spoke into it. "Like I said, hurry up. For a munchkin, Frankie can eat an amazing amount." he clipped the walkie talkie back on his belt loop. It was true. Even if she had ripped only a few bits of fried dough so far, as large as they were, you would think it wouldn't even take a third of one to fill the tiny girl. But Faolan had seen her eat much more on other occasions. It was the same with Theo sometimes. His theory was it was because they both had very draining powers, or powers that worked without their control.

Faolan did his best to keep his mouth shut about his theories though. He was sure that both loved him, but they might just kill him if he started going on and on about things like that. Lonnie pulled his thoughts away from such things when he heard someone speaking. He looked up to find just who he expected the belong to the voice. Marlow, one of the 'others' as it could so easily be put. There was no suprise to be had, she was expected to be there, as where her friends, wherever they were. Nor was it a suprise how opennly she used her powers only moments later, just a few feet away from where Frankie and he stood. Frankie was the first to say anything as Marlow walked away with the food she had charmed out of the vendor with her power. "It's a pick your battle kind of situation, Alice-Lenore. You're right, it's not right, but we can't go start fights over small things like that." she didn't seem to like his answer, even if she looked to be accepting it somewhat. That was the thing with Frankie though. Just when you thought she was accepting something and dropping a subject, she went and did something unexpected.

He didn't try to stop her from walking off. She could make whatever choices she felt were needed without him. And she did. Suprisingly enough, knowing Frankie, it didn't involve her confronting Marlow directly, but instead helping the vendor. Faolan smiled at her when she returned, though she wasn't acknowledgeing it. Before he got a chance to say anything, Theo was stepping up behind Frankie, saying something of handing over the food. "I'd do what he says Frankie, there's nothing scarier then a hungry Theo." he said jokingly before Theo backed off and stepped in front of Frankie. So quickly things were going back to a relaxed pace. He leaned down to return the kiss on the cheek he recieved from Theo, smiled slightly as Theo began chattering.

The first subject was on rides, and how Lonnie was apparrently being dragged on them once they were done working. Frankie interjected, asking if she would be taken along to. Looking at the expression on her face, Faolan leaned closer to Theo, stage whispering. "Do you think we have a choice? I don't think we have a choice." Frankie just rolled her eyes at them, not getting angry with the back and forth jokes. Of course she would be coming on rides later. Even if they said no, she would come along anyway, since she normally payed little attention to what people actually told her to do. She had even at one point said she only asked for permission to do things because it was polite, and either way, she was doing what she wanted.

"You should try eating something that's not a breakfast food. All those kinds of foods are really meant to fill people up completely in the morning. It might just be you should fill up completely in the morning." and there he went again, with the babbling of information. Bad habit, one that needed to be broken. Thankfully enough before he could continue Theo was switching subjects, asking if they had seen Marlow. Or he was assuming that Theo meant Marolw. "She used her pheromones to get free food. Mostly to annoy us. And you should've seen Frankie. Actually went and payed for the food that Marlow didn't pay for. Who knew she could be so nice!"

Frankie was quick to shoot down the idea that she was nice, though Faolan kept his knowing smirk on. The girl didn't want to have soft spots, but he couldn't see why. Everyone had soft spots. He was pretty sure Frankie was just used to a more independent life. She went on to ask someone to remind her why it wasn't allowed for her to just kick the girl off of the grounds. "A; she didn't do anything major enough to warrent it. She'd more the likely find her way back in and start a fight without touching anyone. B; I'm gonna take a wild guess and say she's not alone." he said, nodding towards the person now approaching them. Jillian. "Jillian." he said in simple greeting. No need to get up in arms about her talking to them. She wasn't doing anything at the moment, just that taunting thing they all seemed to love so much.

"As long as you guys play nice, I don't see what problem we would have." he said. This kind of situation was always awkward for everyone. No one wanted to get into any real fights or confrontations with their old friends, but sometimes they had little choice. It didn't help that the scare tactic for the other side seemed to be taunting over the fact that they couldn't really do anything until whatever problem they planned to cause happened. Not much of a scare tactic if you asked Faolan, but oh well.

Jillian was moving onto Frankie, using that ever delicate word with the other female about her morals: cute. It was not a good idea to call tempermental Frankie cute in a serious way. That was about the time that her temper started clouding her better judgement. She seemed to be keeping herself in check rather well though. Of course, Faolan thought this up until the moment he looked down and saw various shadows dancing excitedly around Frankie's feet like puppies eager for their owner's attention. "Alice-Lenore." he said. She looked up at him, and he nodded down at her shadow friends, as she called them. She looked to them, place her finger to her lips, shushing them. And with that they seemed to calm down without any other commanded needed. Her shadow manipulation seemed to be the power that Frankie had always had the best control over. She refused to make the shadows go away though. Faolan figured them to be her figurative security blanket. Those shadows were always around Frankie when she got tense or annoyed.

He turned his attention away from them. Faolan trusted Alice-Lenore not to set them doing her bidding in their odd way. Jillian was talking again, and hey payed some attention to her words, but not much. "Is there something you needed Jillian?" he asked, not really in the mood for this sarcastic banter at the moment. "If the date is really that intriguing to you, you might want to go find Marlow, it is her birthday." he said, using one of his information threads to pick that bit out. Maybe she would take it, maybe she wouldn't.

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There were a lot of adjectives Frankie could stand in association with herself. Stubborn, loud, hot headed, just to name a few. Cute? Cute was not on that list. Cute refered to proper, naive girls who had no idea what they wanted out of life. Alice-Lenore was not cute. She couldn't remember an instance in her life when she had ever been proper, let along naive. Growing up in shadows usually had you seeing the world for what it was fast. So Jillian, who had decided to come out of nowhere and tell Frankie what she thought of the older females morals? Wasn't settling well with Frankie.

"Alice-Lenore." Faolan's serious voice broke through her fuming. She looked up at her friend, who nodded down towards her feet. Oh. That. Of course Frankie had felt her shadows swarming at her feet. They were warm, and loud, too. Not to anyone other then Frankie of course. They spoke to her, asked her over and over what was wrong, begged for her attention and for her to give them more life, turn them tangible in her hands. Frankie looked down at them, putting her finger to her lips and making a shushing noise. You're hurting my head and maybe scaring people, calm down. she told them, refusing to shoo them away. They were good to have about, incase anyone on the other side got a bit to formal.

She looked back to Faolan, as if to say happy? which he seemed to be. With that the conversation was being sparked again and she was going slightly ignored, which was fine in her opinion. Frankie didn't need attention from any of them, in fact she prefered not to have it. Attention got her messes she didn't need. An example? Phoebe. Yes, it only took one name in her mind to explain it all. But for those her weren't in the loop, it warrented some more explanation. Phoebe, friends with Jillian, Marlow, Jace, anyone on that side. Phoebe, who claimed to have feelings for someone else, yet kept creating situations between herself and Frankie that would state other wise. Even that kiss...

Frankie looked down, a blush growing on her unnatrually pale freckled cheeks. This was not the time to be thinking of that, or how it ended up making her feel. It wasn't a good idea. People weren't supposed to know about this current situation, besides Faolan, who had needed to sit her down one day after she started ranting of nothing that made sense to anyone but him and ask her what was wrong. Of course, he had to have been aware, with his power, but he had been considerate enough to let her lay it out herself. And so the only ones in on it all as far as Frankie was concerned was herself, Faolan, and of course Phoebe. And if Frankie had anything to say about it, there would be nothing else to be in on anymore. She was not doing this; she couldn't be doing this.

She couldn't let that feeling her stomach and throat get the better of her either. It made her amazingly not hungry for the rest of the fried dough on the plate she held, and it had her forcing the plate into Theon's hand, and had her sucking up lemonade until she felt like she would be able to talk without her voice rasping if she opened her mouth. She took a deep breath, refusing not to look up, because she knew she wouldn't be happy if she were to find say, Jillian's eyes on her, the empath obviously having the ability to get a full read on what Frankie was feeling, even if Frankie couldn't define the damn emotion herself. She didn't even react as she was mentioned again in the conversation.

By the time Jace approached them, she managed to get herself in check and able to look up at everyone and keep better track of the conversation, which was again turning to Marlow. Well, wasn't she popular-- Frankie jumped slightly as something; someone touched her. She looked, and of course it had to be Marlow herself, gloved hand running over Frankie's shoulder. Frankie stepped away, close to the Theo and Faolan. She didn't like to be touched-- especially not by a girl who could turn organic matter, AKA a human, to dust. That put Frankie more on guard; as far as she was concerned, when people got forward enough to be touching her, Frankie was allowed to turn her shadows tangible. The hand not hold her lemonade fell to her letting her shadows jump up to her open palm, extending into a simple enough staff that she could use in the context of how she had learned various martial arts. Faolan shot her a warning look, but she only looked back at him shrugging.

"The birthday girl touched me. I like to maintain my personal space." she explained simply, shooting a look at Marlow, who was asking sarcastically of why she was always associated with trouble. "'Cause girly is trouble." she mumbled, though she was sure people could still hear her just fine. She took another sip of her lemonde, more to keep herself saying more then anything.

Of course, Marlow kept going on, saying something about 'Red's powers'. Only a few short moments later she was walking away. Frankie would've followed her, if it hadn't been for the fact that Foalan managed to clamp a hand down on her shoulder. "Pick your battle Frankie." he reminded her. She frowned, but didn't try to pull away. Stupid Faolan, making stupid sense.

"Jane's walking a thin line." she said, her twentie's slang slipping so easily into her speech. She dropped the shadows she held in her hand, and they turned back to their intangible forms as the fell back to the ground, clinging to her feet and ankles. Fine, she would play fair, even if she knew they wouldn't keep it up for long. That did not mean she had to be nice. "You two plan on leavin' us be and following your girl?" she asked hostiliy. Well, it was less blunt then just telling them to scram.

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This was quickly becoming a touchy conversation, between Jillian's sarcasm and Frankie's tendency to heat up with little provocication. Really, they were two people to be kept apart. Then again, anyone who knew of Frankie's easily sparked temper was someone to keep seperate of her. It was just too easy to take advantage of, and Faolan wasn't always there to remind her to calm down or grab her before she went off and did something stupid. He could only trust that Frankie knew when to get into a fight and when not to.

Theo was finally speaking up, wrapping an arm tight around Lonnie's waist halfway through his commentary. Faolan embraced the contact fully, it wasn't as if they had it often in the open. They had never been ones to flaunt their relationship, in fact it was pretty low key for the most part. There was no reason behind that other then it was just how it had ended up. They were just fine being together anyway without annoucing it to the whole world from the tops of buildings. They had bigger things to worry about then people passing judgement on their personal lifes. It had always been a little bit complicated for them, with Theo's psycometry and Lonnie's omniscience. From the beginning it always been delicate contact, watching Lonnie's skin and Theo's rarely bare hands. Lonnie wasn't sure how Theo's power would interact with Lonnie's, but it didn't seem like a good idea to test it. Lonnie held much more in his head the the average person, and Theo ever taking on all those memories probably wouldn't be pretty. Of course there were times that Lonnie was just aggravated by those stupid rules that were unspoken in their relationship, but he imagined it was just as hard for his boyfriend, and he wasn't going to make the other feel guilty for something that wasn't his fault.

Everything was beginning to feel all the more drawn out as Jillian said what at least he and Theo were thinking about, which was the awkwardness of all of this. Theo was the best at dealing with it, even if it was with jokes and acting like nothing was really wrong. Jillian used her usual sarcasm, her defense mechanism for as long as Faolan had known her. Faolan? He tried to rush this and make it as numb an experience as possible. It wasn't pleasant, and the less he had to worry about it the better. It was one of the few traits that Faolan had that didn't make sense for someone who was usually so rational. It really made no sense why he wouldn't just deal with the problem up front, but no one had confronted him about it, so even he himself wasn't aware of any plausible reason why he did it. He always pushed any of his own questions about it to the back to his mind, where it was easily forgotten among all the incoming information that he also had to hold at bay.

Jace was joining them now, and not so long after him was Marlow, dragging her hand over Frankie, who was quick on the offensive, even with the warning look he gave. At this point is was past talking for Faolan, because he couldn't think of any words that wouldn't prolong this longer. Frankie gave her blunt explanation and he shook his head, looking to Theo as the other threatened to start temporarily revoking powers. "Please do, it might do them some good. But Frankie will probably try to beat you bloody for taking away her shadows." the last warning seemed only fair to give to his boyfriend. Everyone knew how attached to her shadows Frankie was. It was the power that she had grown up with, and as she had put it before, they had been her friends and protectors. It would only rile her up more and most likely have her turning her annoyance on Theo to have them taken away. It was like taking a childs favorite stuffed animal away in a way.

As Marlow left, Faolan was quick to grab Frankie's shoulder, knowing she would go on a rampage if given the chance. "Pick your battle Frankie." he reminded her, his voice remaining as calm as ever. It was the one thing Faolan could always rely on in himself. Even if he wasn't keeping his cool, his voice and movements never betrayed that. He knew how to keep himself steady, and as neutral as possible.

She didn't fight to leave his grip and soon enough she was dropping the shadows that she had molded into a form from her hands. Considering her lack of control over her other powers, this was always a bit impressive, watching her so easily deal with the shadows with little difficulty. The only problem she ever appeared to have was her summoning them under pressure and when she didn't intend to. But no one was perfect with their powers. Even with years of school especially for powered kids and Organization training, Faolan still accidently made things explode when he wasn't being careful. That was the hazard of being a sometimes absentminded energy converter in a time where everything used power. The number of things like blenders and televisions that he had gone threw over the years was ridiculous.

Finally, they were going, with one last sarcastic note on Frankie's invitation for them to leave. He let the hand that was still on Frankie's should fall, trusting that she would remain with them. "This is going to be trouble." he stated bluntly, flipping through the channels in his head. If any of them ever said anything out loud about having any real plans for all of this, it would be in his head. But... nothing. "If they're doing anything, they're going of book, I'm getting nothing." he sighed out. Moving away from the grip that was Theo's arm still around his waist. He walked over to a trash can, dropping the fried dough he still held in there along with the lemonade.

"I'll pay for more later if anyone is still hungry." he said as he returned, this time he was the one to wrap an arm around his boyfriend.

Just as everything wound down, Jakie found them, coming around with a chatter of things that weren't really pertaining to the current situation. Faolan stayed patient as ever though, especially when it came to Jakie. He was fairly sure she didn't intend it, but she was good at grating nerves. There had been several instances with Frankie that hadn't been pretty, as well as Theo. The two who best dealt with her were Nicholas and Faolan in all honesty. They were the two calmest people in their group, which is probably what helped to keep them more capable of being around her.

"You just missed Jillian, Marlow, and Jace." he said, answering her first relivant question. He offered her a strained smile as she went on to ask more about when they would get off and what happened if nothing went on. "We get off in about twenty minutes no matter what. The next shift is the one that has to handle any problems after that. You're free to go do whatever you feel like after the shift, like always." it was easier to say it all at once rather then pausing and allowing more questions.

"You and Theo are still taking me on the rides with you, right?" Frankie questioned, looking between him and Theo. Faolan laughed, nodding.

"As long as you don't maim or kill anyone between now and when we get off, of course." he assured her. "Maiming and/or killing gets your powers taken away by Theo here." he added. Frankie just rolled her eyes, tilting her head as she looked to Theo.

"You wouldn't take away my powers, would you? I'm harmless." she said sweetly.

Faolan snorted. "About as harmless as standing in front of an oncoming train." he said, recieving a soft elbow to the side for that one. He smiled at her and she frown back, their usual bickering happening once more.

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They were leaving, thank god. It was easier to calm down when she wasn't stressed by their presence. Frankie was even able to release a few of the shadows that she had clinging to her at her feet, though she kept a few on. Now with the assurance that there was definitely more then one of them, she wasn't letting herself go completely free of the shadows that were so easily her protection. She looked up at Faolan and Theo, both fairly easy to read on the current situation. Lonnie, who never lost his cool facade, was shaken and on edge about it as always, even if he wasn't visibly losing his cool. Theo handled it a bit better it seemed, but he had to be highly aware of the awkwardness, he had been handling the best he could, by making a joke out of all of it.

And Frankie? Well, as it had been shown time and time again through the whole conversation that had been amazingly short but had felt unbearably long, she had handled just about every comment with a burst of anger. Just to make it more wonderful, it was conviently after the departure of Jace, Marlow, and Jillian that Jakie decided to make her appearance. This was just what Frankie needed to sit through, getting bored to tears by some of Jakie's irrelevant chatter. The girl really was nice enough, but dear god, how long could she go on about the clothes she was wearing, and her hair, and all of that? Frankie certainly had not attended all those protests for women's rights in her time just to have to hear Jakie shoot down any perception that those protests had made any progress happen.

She kept her reaction to a simple rolling of her eye though, and avoiding saying anything to the girl. On several occasions she had snapped out comments that she hadn't meant to, and on each and every on she had been reprimanded by Faolan, even if it was in his way that didn't make you feel like you were in trouble, but you were still in the wrong. The way he did that was so annoying, yet probably better the him yelling. Frankie couldn't even imagine Faolan yelling. Of course, no one was perfect, and there surely had to have been at least one time that it had happened, but she hadn't been there.

It was only when Lonnie brought up that when they got off their shift they could do whatever they liked at Frankie spoke up. "You and Theo are still taking me on the rides with you, right?" she questioned, not knowing if the current guests at the fair changed. Faolan only lauughed at her question, quick to assure her that short of her killing or maiming anyone, that yes, she would still be able to go on the rides with them. Then he added that if she did happen to kill or maim anyone-- a highly unlikely thing, despite her temper --her powers would temporarily be held from her. Frankie frowned, looking to Theo. "You wouldn't take my powers away from me, would you? I'm harmless."

With a snort Faolan made his own comment on that one, something Frankie responded to with a light elbow to his side. She wasn't really annoyed by the comment, because she knew it was fairly true. Before she had any chance to make her own retort, there was some sort of commotion people gathering at one central spot. Frankie tried to see what they were going to, but she was far too short to see through the crowd. It probably would've made sense just to ask Faolan what was happenning, without a doubt he would pick it out of all the incoming information in his head, but Frankie had that stubbourn 'I can do it myself' air about her today. All she need was to become taller then everyone else, yes? She could simply climb something, AKA her shadows. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to create something else that could be stared at, but no one was paying much attention to her. Summoning her shadows was easy enough, it was getting them to listen this time that was proving annoying. Frankie wasn't concentrating hard enough. Finally she got them how she wanted them, after getting them to listen and convincing them that no, they couldn't just carry her up. They turned intangible if they weren't still or being held in the proper shape by her hands.

It was six feet high, making the little space she made for herself to sit about a foot over her head. And just how did she get up there? By way of climbing, as she had decided before. Thank god for shadows that molded their smooth surfaces to give her foot and hand holds. When she reached the top she perched there, peering in the direction that everyone was going. "Theo, Lonnie, should Nikolas be doing that?" she questioned, looking down at the three, addressing the two males because they would know better then Jakie. When she had their attention, she nodded at what they had to already be looking at. Whether it was actually visible to any of the three below her, she didn't know, but Faolan looked about ready to go over. He of course would know exactly what was happening, after a bit of flipping. Seeing Marlow beginning to pull her gloves off though, Frankie called down to him. "Wait, stay." she said, not bothering to give an explanation. They were far enough away that they didn't freeze up either, so Frankie got an easy view of everything that happened, even if she didn't have words to go to any of it.

When it was all over, and Marlow was walking away, that was when real trouble started to happen. The screeching on her walkie-talkie caught her off guard, and she clapped her hands over her ears. "Faolan, please, please, please catch me." she said, not even sure he could hear her. There was no way she was climbing back down with everything so unsteady. Her shadows dropped out from underneath her and Faolan caught her-- barely. He steadied her on her feet the best he could with people rushing about around them. Hesitantly, she let her hands fall from her ears. The walkie-talkies were still shrieking, but she couldn't do what she was about to do unless her hands were free. It involved using her shadows again, raising a shield enough to protect the four of them. Then she began to reach out of the shield grabbing the small children that were running about, with no adult in sight with them. All in all she grabbed five that she saw running alone, calming them down by crouching down in front of them and showing them the badge that hung around her neck. The shield was really only to keep them from running back out, from getting lost in the crowd.

Soon enough it was over, but Frankie still waited a moment, looking the direction of where the area had cleared out around Nickie. He had clearly calmed, so she did let her shadows fall away, back to their darkness. "What am I supposed to do with them?" she asked Theo and Faolan, refer to the children that were now sticking close to her, either crying or pulling at the hem of her shirt, saying they wanted their parents.

"Just, watch them Alice, don't let them wander off." Faolan told her. He was unclipping his walkie talkie from his belt loop, switching the dial and talking into. "Okay, Frankie's got five kids here without adults. If anyone gets people looking for kids, send them towards the food booths looking for a red head with an Organization badge." he had to be talking to the main security, the people that had to deal with this all day, the people they had needed to check in with at the start of their shift.

Frankie had to stop paying attention as one of the little kids, a boy started to wander off, she caught him by the shoulder, but he seemed to start a brigade of them trying to leave. Frankie was only one little person, and they were five even littler people. "Hey, Jakie, a little help here!" she said loudly, no matter how close Jakie was to her. She couldn't ask Faolan and by default she was lumping Theo with Faolan. Lonnie was busy talking to Nickie, who had made his way over once the incident had ended. Frankie didn't have to look in their direction to hear what Faolan was saying in his stern yet calm voice.

"What were you thinking, doing that? You know Marlow's temperament, you know she'll say whatever pisses you off the most. Losing control of your powers like that is not something you can do though, not matter what's going on with her. People could've really been hurt." Frankie was sure it went on, but she lost track as first adult came towards her, claiming a little girl 'Gwen'. The child ran to the man, yelling 'Daddy' and hoping into his arms. The man smiled gratefully at Frankie, who nodded at him with a small smile.

In a way she felt sorry for Nickie, having lost control of his powers like that. Usually he was so calm and collected, it had to be a real shock to anyone's system when you lost your cool like that. Frankie, more used to losing her cool, lost control of her shadows often enough, but it was different, because when she lost control of them, them came to her, they didn't cause all things electric to go haywire and plants to go out of control. And now he had to sit through a lecture from understanding, but stern Faolan, who as stated before, could be calm and yet make you feel like you were in the biggest trouble of your life.

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Faolan watched, as Frankie got her shadows together, forming something for her to climb. She was stubborn, she was, trying to see past the crowd without any help. Faolan didn't search for the answer to her unspoken question just yet, knowing she wanted to find it on her own. Of course when she started questioning whatever Nickolas was doing, he began flipping through his info streams, quickly finding what she was talking about. Looking in the direction she was nodding, he couldn't only slightly see what was happening, and he started to walk in that direction. Frankie yelled for him to stop, while Theo caught his arm. Really, with both of them against his going, he couldn't just disregard them.

He kept careful track of everything as it streamed into his head. Unlike the others, he knew every word that got said between the two, and would later be able to relay everything on command when needed. He kept track up until Nickie started to lose control. It was then that he had to stop, because too much was happening. Everything electric was starting to go haywire, the rides, their walkie-talkies, all of it. Faolan was able to stop his own walkie talkie, putting one hand over it and pulling all the juice from the the battery into himself. No power, no screeching. It was one less noise, and he was able to hear Frankie plead that he catch her. He moved closer to her tower, though it disapeared so fast her barely grabbed her from the air. "Easy there." he said, setting her right on her feet, holding her shoulders until she was steady.

When she was steady, Frankie raised a shield about the four of them. She was reaching out of it though, grabbing the younger people that ran by; little kids. All together she grabbed five, that she kept at bay by showing her organization badge to them. Once it was all over she dropped her shield and looked to Faolan. "What am I supposed to do with them?" she asked.

As he unclipped his walkie-talkie from his belt, he told her. "Just, watch them Alice, don't let them wander off." He sparked some of the energy her had stored back into his walkie-talkie, bringing it back to life. He turned the dial to the channel that normal security would be on, needing to alert them to the fact that they had kids with them now. "Okay, Frankie's got five kids here without adults. If anyone gets people looking for kids, send them towards the food booths looking for a red head with an Organization badge." The reply he got was simple, and he ignored the next question from the other side of what happened, knowing it was best that Organization handled this one within their own ranks, and not bring in more people then needed.

Turning the dial back to their appointed channel, he clipped it back onto their belt, turning as Nickolas approached them, saying nothing. "What were you thinking, doing that? You know Marlow's temperament, you know she'll say whatever pisses you off the most. Losing control of your powers like that is not something you can do though, not matter what's going on with her. People could've really been hurt." he really always hated to have to be the one to give the lecture, but it had to happen one way or another, and it was better it came from him then from someone even higher up on the chain. They were more likely to yell and threaten. Faolan didn't do either, he kept his voice level the whole time. Very few people were responsive when they got yelled at. Usually they just tuned it out, and Lonnie didn't want to be tuned out. He was about to reply to Nickie's explanation when he heard Frankie and Jackie shooting comments back and forth. He looked over at the two, raising an eyebrow.

"Really guys? Chill, the last thing we need is for one of you to lose control too." Jackie had little to lose control with, if only because the way her powers worked required physical contact. So the comment was more Frankie, who's brain was a psychic's nightmare. One flick of the ultimate anger switch and you were dealing with the worst migrane of your life, potential memory loss, things that could go as far as death, though Lonnie didn't think any of Frankie's bursts of Psionic power had been strong enough to hit the death button just yet. It was only a matter of time though.

"Tell her to just keep her mouth shut and help and there won't be any more problems." Frankie said, bending down to talk to one black haired little girl. Faolan just shook his head, turning back to Nickie, only to be stopped again from saying anything else, this time by Theo, who was cutting in to make sure Nickie didn't need any healing. Lonnie backed down, knowing better then to start any kind of argument, and why would he? Getting healed was a bit more important then getting lectured. That did remind Lonnie of something though, and again he was taking out his walkie-talkie, switching to the main security channel.

They knew they had a healer with them, in fact they were always aware of what specific power types they had on this shift. It was a basic thing for any public event that Organization did joint security for. It made things less confusing. But no one had told security not to send every scratch and bruise their way instead of the medical tent. Lonnie knew that healing drained Theo quick enough, but most people with normalcy weren't aware of how easily draining over use of powers were. "If you guys get any injuries, please send them to the medical tent unless their major. Only send them our way if they're really hurt please." once he got a confirmation that they understood him, his walkie-talkie was put back on his belt loop and he was looking back to Nickie, who had assured Theon he was okay and was now somewhat brushing Lonnie off.

Lonnie sighed as he watched Nickie go attend to one of the children, one of two that were left all the others having been picked up by one person or another. Soon she was picked up too, and the only one left was a little girl that Frankie was now carrying in his direction. "This is my friend Lonnie. I bet you he can guess your name and your power." she told the little girl, who couldn't have been more then seven. Faolan smiled at the girl, quickly flipping through his mind. Frankie had said something about powers, which made it easier to find her among all of his information.

"I bet your name is... Eleanor, but they call you Ellie for short." he said. "Am I right?" he asked her, despite the fact that he was sure he was. She smiled, nodding without a word. "And hmm, I'm gonna say that your power is your voice can go sonic." Again the girl nodded. "So you use sign language to talk?" he asked, moving his hands carefully to form signs that matched his words. That was a high point of having his power, there were times that he could actually put it to use that was really needed like communicating with the little girl. She lit up, her head bobbing up and down and her hands starting to move quickly, spelling out her agreement that he was right. Lonnie smile back at her. "So Ellie, who'd you come with today? Do you know where they are." she was quick to say her mother and older brother, now bursting with information since someone understood her. She also said she wasn't sure where they were.

In a way, Lonnie felt sad that she was stuck with a power that wouldn't let her use her voice because she had no control yet. But he knew that eventually, one way or another she would gain control, it would just take time. It was another five minutes of signing back and forth for her before someon was finally yelling her name. "Ellie! There you are!" it was a male probably around eighteen or nineteen, Lonnie presumed her brother from the way she was streching her arms out to him. Frankie was quick to hand her over, obviously not used to children. In her brother's arms, Ellie was signing too fast for Lonnie to match her signs up with the information in his head, but her brother smiled and looked at him. "Thanks. Most people just don't try to talk to her once they get that she won't say anything back." Faolan simply smiled and nodded before the two turned off, Ellie's brother saying something to her about how they should find their mother.

Faolan turned back to everyone else, all the children now gone. He looked at his watch. "I think the rest of the damage control goes to the next shift, we've got five minutes left." he said. "I think it's safe to say we can just go turn in our walkie-talkies and go off shift." he looked around. Already most of the panic had calmed and even a few brave people were getting back on the rides. Soon enough people would figure it okay and everyone would be back on the rides. Moving closer to Theo, he took the other's hand, lacing their fingers together. Well, he was about to get a glare for the invitation he was about to extend, so he might as well try to ease what was going to be his boyfriends annoyance with him before it happened. "Frankie, Theo, and me are going to go on some rides together if you two want to come also." he said. It wouldn't be so much for inviting Nickie to join in on there fun that it would be for inviting Jackie. He wasn't about to just leave her out though.

That was Faolan, always the diplomat.

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Frankie rolled her eyes at Jackie as she caught another child by the shoulder. "Either help or shut it. I'm sure these ankle biters could take you and your sad excuse for powers." she knew it was a sore spot for Jackie, which was exactly why she used it. So it wasn't sweet and kind, but Frankie wasn't always a sweet and kind person. That was saved for people who weren't currently annoying her, and Jackie apparently didn't want to be on her 'not annoying' list today.

Lonnie told them both to chill and Frankie grumbled of how she would 'chill' when he told Jackie to stop making comments and just do her damn job. What the hell kind of language was that anyway? Chill... people in this time used the stupidest slang sometimes. She sighed, kneeling down in front of the girl that was left with her. Jackie was finally being useful, and Theo had been helpful in taking care of one boy who had hurt himself until his mother came and got him, which left two kids, one that Nickie had taken up, leaving the last one with Frankie. "What's your name?" she asked the girl. There was no answer. Frankie stayed patient though, reminding herself this was only a little girl. "Well, my name is Alice-Lenore, but that's really long so most people just call me Frankie. I work for the Organization." she showed the girl the badge around her neck, letting her take it into her small hands. "Do you have powers like me?" she questioned as the girl examined the badge. This time she got a silent nod as the child dropped the badge from her hands. "What can you do?"

The girl just looked at Frankie with wide eyes. Tilting her head to the side, Frankie took a stab in the dark with her next question. "Can you talk?" she asked. To this the child shook her head, and to that Frankie scooped her up in her arms. "Well c'mon, I know someone who can help." she said, walking towards Faolan. "This is my friend Lonnie. I bet you he can guess your name and your power."

Faolan was good with kids-- far better then Frankie ever was. She felt awkward just holding Ellie, as she had learned the girls name was. Of course Faolan had a little sister, though only five years younger then him, she was hardly a child, but she had been at one point, and he had been around her. Frankie had younger siblings too, but as it went back then, there was barely any age difference between any of them. Her two youngest siblings, twins, only followed her by three years. Her brother Josiah had been married with a one year old when Frankie left, but the child had never liked Frankie, always crying when she took her. And Frankie had never felt that urge so many woman claimed to feel about wanting children. Just the idea of a child relying on her, sometimes ditzy, tempermental, impatient Frankie? Was scary. Children were good, at a distance for her. She was too afraid that she would injure them.

Once Ellie was retrieved by her brother, the conversation turned to how much time they had left on their shift. That had all taken longer then expected, and it had left them with only a few minutes left on their shift. Frankie smiled as Lonnie suggested they go turn in their walkie talkies and going about what was planned, but frowned slightly as he invited Nickie and Jackie. Mostly Jackie. Sometimes Frankie wondered if the omniscient knew what kind of thing Jackie had for him. He had to though, considering how obvious she was about it half the time and how at her throat generally peaceful Theon was the other half of the time. Yet her he was, not encouraging her, but not making the line clear to her either. Sweet guy, but when a girl's stuck on you, you're not supposed to be sweet. She thought to herself, shaking her head. She just needed to forget about her annoyance. They were still at least going on the rides.

Instead of being annoyed, she bounced ahead of them, heading in the direction that was the fastest way to security, turning to call back while walking backwards. "C'mon, pipe down and start walking!" she called back to them cheerfully. They were taking too long and she wanted to go on the rides. If there was something that could cheer her up easily, it would be a roller coaster or a ferris wheel. Some of the newer rides that hadn't been around in the twenties made Frankie a little wary, but mostly she was ready to dive in. She remembered just her and Miles going to amusment parks-- well one park, many, many times, Coney Island --and going on every ride possible. Everything here was much more modern though, but a lot of it had the same concept she was used to.

"Frankie, you're going to walk into someone." Faolan told her, just as fair warning she supposed. And he was right. She only took a few more steps before she bumped into someone. Turning to the person she opened her mouth to start apologizing, but found her mouth suddenly dry when she found who it was. It was one person, talking to the group of three that she Theo and Faolan had been talking to earlier. Pheobe.

It took her a moment to remember how to talk, and when she did, it was only one word she forced out. "Sorry." and with that, she turned, rushing back towards the other four, grabbing Faolan's arm to pull him and hopefully lead the others in the opposite direction. It was the long way to security, but so what? She was not going to have a conversation with Pheobe and get herself all confused now that she had finally gotten herself into a good mood.

Of course Lonnie had other ideas, stoping her by just refusing to walk. She was tiny, there was no way she could drag him if he didn't want to be moved. "You were going the right way before to get to security." he stated. She gave him a pained look. He had to know who she bumped into. A knowing look crossed his face, but he shook his head. "You're gonna run into her eventually Frankie. It's not that hard to just walk past her. "

"You guys can go that way, I'll meet you at security." she said, trying to use his trick and sound relaxed, but it wasn't working for her. Instead her voice insisted on coming out as a squeek. Lonnie shook his head.

"You're more likely to get lost then actually meet us." he said. "It's not that bad Frankie, don't make me carry you there." she gave him a 'you wouldn't' look, still refusing to walk back the other way. After a moment he just shrugged his shoulders. "Don't say I didn't give you a choice." he said as he bent over, grabbing her around her waist and hauling her up over his shoulder as easy as if she were a sack of flour and the turned back to go the way that involved passing Pheobe.

Frankie hit his back weakly, already knowing he wouldn't put her down. "Hey, any of you guys want to help?" she asked the other three, though she thought they were probably more likely to laugh at her then help. As they walked by Theo, Lonnie taking his hand with the had that wasn't holding Frankie in place, Frankie mouthed 'I'm killing your boyfriend when he puts me down.' to him, knowing that Theo would be aware of how little truth that threat held.

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An advanced literate roleplay.
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An o u t r a g e o u s KOI original roleplay
Inspired by the novel The Declaration

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So this all started years ago.

What if in the past, they found a cure for disease, aging, death, all of it? What if they had found a way for human immortality? A way that was availible to everyone?

A way that came at a price?

This is what happened. They found just the right way to cure all of it, and decided to let the rest of the world in on it. Just one snag though, anyone who wanted it had to sign away their rights to have children. But come on, for the concept of living as long as you want, wouldn't you sign that right away? Maybe not, but in this case most of the world did. The people who didn't? They didn't get the drugs, and still had their rights limited to having only one child.

Here is where our story kicks in. You see, people who broke their contract and had children were faced with severe penlties. They got dragged away and their children? Well they were put into training as Surplus. What's a Surplus? They're those who aren't meant to live in normal society with the rest of the world, unless it's as servants, those doing the jobs that are deemed too low for the people in society who have been able to uphold their ends of the deal on their contracts.

Now some people don't agree with the Surplus policy. Most being Surplus, but theere are a few who aren't who are just too afraid to speak up about it. But they believe that even if those who are Surplus were never supposed to exist, shouldn't they be treated like human's too, and not be punished for what their parents brought them unwillingly into? Then there are people who are the exact opposite, who if the Surplus weren't just there to serve them, believe they should be put down. And of course there are those in the middle who can be swayed to either side from time and time again.

And the Surplus? Well how are they supposed to feel, knowing that they weren't supposed to exist, and because of this they get looked down upon? There are a few who are brave enough to speak up, try and start a revolution. The real question is, will who they are kill them before they get a chance to start any such revolution?

For some, it hasn't. Because there is a resistance, filled with a mix of Surplus and Legals. There are plenty of individual groups for this resistance, all working to make minor earthquakes until they can manage to rock society together. This story? It's about an old, beat-down, abandoned warehouse, which serves as a base for one such group. And this story is about them.

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