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Ed Hughes

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First things first. Ed had to get out of his bloodstained clothes. He walked to his room and pulled off his stained clothing, realizing that a great deal of blood was still caking the rest of his body and face. He would need to wash the rest of it off. Blood did not bother Ed. It was more about the practicality of bloodshed. Luminol was a chemical typically used by forensic teams that glows a striking blue when mixed with an oxidizing agent. The chemical is used to detect trace amounts of bloodshed at crime scenes, blood that couldn't be detected with the naked eye. You could scrub a room completely free of blood but one trained team could investigate and reveal every inch of bloodshed. Hopefully though, the local police in such a small town didn't have such a critical forensics department and would accept Jenny's story.

Ed sighed, walking into the bathroom and staring into the mirror for a moment before wiping the majority of the blood under his nose and face away. His nose didn't seem to be broken. Thankfully he wouldn't have to snap the bones of his nose back into place, Ed wasn't looking forward to that. As Ed brought the washcloth down from his face, his eyes locked with his reflection.

"You've broken you're promise again."

Ed frowned, wiping a hand over his exhausted features. Why did it have to be the hardest promises that he had to keep? He showered quickly, cleaning himself off completely. He dressed in a plain white sleeveless shirt and jeans. Afterwards, he sat down in the living room, running his hands through his damp hair and wondering what to do next. He decided to leave Jenny alone; she probably wanted to be alone anyway. He would return later; he had promised to clean up her house. He started leafing through the worn copy of Gray's Anatomy he'd brought out, trying to relax himself. He'd received the book years ago, back when he actually had ambitions to be something other than a convenience store clerk.

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Ed Hughes

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Sleeping / Books on Human Anatomy / Frank Sinatra / His brother / The country side

People insulting his intelligence / Hospitals / Crowded Places / Animals / dislike

Perceptive / Logical / Callous
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₪ Ability to create physical manifestations of his own hallucinations
๑ Unpredictable ๑ Fearful ๑ Animalistic ๑ Psychotic

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Lyris

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In a dark, quiet alleyway deep in the city, a man was slowly stirring. He hunched against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around his body. He started to shift and open his eyes, flinching against the sun. He shrank back and got to his feet, steadying himself against the wall. The man was very thin; his clothes hung loosely off his near-emaciated body. He looked filthy and unkempt, and with his worn, old clothes he blended well into the rest of the homeless populus of the city. He gnawed a fingernail as he glanced around the alley, his eyes wide and rimmed with dark circles. Was he being watching. It was certainly possible. He knew there were men and women after people like him. They could be anywhere; behind the next corner, spying on him from a rooftop, keeping tabs on him, never stopping their search. Lyris made an anxious noise deep in his throat and started to move out of the alleyway. He couldn't stay there forever and he would have to eat sooner or later. He couldn't let his own paranoia fester and keep him hiding forever, though that seemed to be exactly what he was doing. He huffed, scratching the long scar that ran from above his eyebrow to the edge of his jaw.

Turning the corner, Lyris made his way along a crowded street in the city. He kept practically pressed against the wall as he moved, watching people shift past him. They were probably a little off put by his twitching mannerisms or his smell. It was safe to assume that he smelled as bad as he looked.. His wide eyes kept endlessly moving and darting around the crowd. He didn't like cities. He much preferred the country, the warm, soft dirt under his bare feet and the fresh, pure smell of the woods. The smells of the city made him want to retch; the smells of burning rubber and the sticky humid feeling of a huge group of people crammed all together made him feel itchy and uncomfortable. When the crowd finally got too much for him, Lyris ducked into another alley behind a nice looking restaurant. With a toothy smile, he ambled towards the dumpster behind the alley and with a few glanced around him, he lifted up the cover and scrambled through the garbage with spider-like fingers. He was always amazed at what people threw out. They were so wasteful. He snapped up whatever he could get his hands on that looked semi-decent. He felt infinitely better when he was finished and wiped the remainder of his meal from his cracked lips. Finally he was ready to start the day. He moved out of the alley and back on the street once again, without really any idea of where he was going or what he was going to do. Same as every other day.

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Lyris

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"Heh. I don't know what my point is," he said, smiling at Amoira. He liked the fact that while in the middle of what seemed like a heated confrontation, she kept checking her phone. "You kids sure are into technology these days, eh?" he said, muffling a chuckle.

He looked towards Lucas and looked down sheepishly at Lucas' correction, fidgeting with his scarred hands. "Oh. Sorry. Lucas, yes, that sounds better." He nodded to himself. His gaze shifted to yet another newcomer, Alex, who started to approach the group. Lyris' body tensed. "Where are all of you coming from? All these people crawling out of the woodwork..." he mumbled. Hopefully this boy wasn't interesting in having a fight as well. What was there to fight about? Alex's comments stung a bit. Who was he to make rude comment? Lyris hadn't done anything to him. Of course, everything he said was true, besides the drug part. Being a hobo would indicate being homeless and he was. And he didn't smell all that pleasant, but that wasn't his fault. He shot a dirty look at Alex and snapped his teeth together, irritated. But he stopped when Lucas spoke.

"Yes, I, uh, don't think we should fight either," he said, agreeing with Lucas. "Why would we, anyway? Seems a little aimless to me," he muttered. He wasn't exactly a helpless bystander, but what he possessed was...difficult to control and extremely unpleasant. So it was best that he kept out of any conflict. Lyris grimaced at the sharp smell of burning plastic assaulting his nose. What was that? A burning boot factory? Ugh, it made his head hurt. "Should we see what that is?" he asked quietly.

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The man's cough certainly sounded unpleasant. He sparked Lyris' interest; perhaps it was the eyepatch? Anyway, he was pleased the man didn't chase him off. "It's, uh, no problem. You should probably get a cough drop or something, yes? I like those nice cherry menthol ones myself," he said, smiling slightly and fidgeting with his fingers. He took another glance back to the park where all the action was happening. "It's all gotten a bit complicated. Too many people too. I had to get away from all of them for a while," he added, scratching absentmindedly at the scar on his face. Plus he was about to blow a gasket at that fire starter. He saw that the man was making room for him to sit on the bench. "Oh, Thank you," he said quite happily, perching himself on the edge of the bench. "Well...so let's see. I met that white haired guy, Lucas, earlier and that girl Amber," he pointed out the both of them. " She can make copies of cats. I'm not sure if she can make copies of anything...or just cats...hmm," he said, half to himself, gnawing on a fingernail. "Er, anyway. We all smelled smoke and burning plastic, and we found that nasty girl setting fire to a playground. I...tried to tell her off but no one really listened. So then I started to walk off."

"That prissy blonde lady over there," he said, pointing at Amoira, "seems to have some beef with Lucas. They were fighting...but then kissed? Honestly, I'm as confused as you probably are," he said with a small laugh. He wondered if he even made any sense at all.
Suddenly, Lyris' eyes went wide. He wasn't the most perceptive, at times. He was mostly a bit naive. He had been so glad to have someone to talk to, that he didn't realize exactly who he was really talking to or what he was really saying. Who was this man anyway? A government official? Undercover? "Uh, sorry but who are you?"

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