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Alpha's: Friendly Fire
Alek watched the whole thing go down between Eli and Bella. Alek's cheerful smile, enhanced by Bella's powers, slowly stopped as he watched Eli leave the room. The serum over powered Bella's powers. No one talked to his Bella like that, no one except for Alek. But that wasn't even something she deserved. Alek was not going to just let him walk away after cursing out his savior.

Alek snuck away from that group that he assumed was breaking off into song. With Eli's ears plugged, and the choice of music he chose... it would probably take someone with Bella's powers to even hear him as he snuck after Eli. Alek caught the door as it was being shut, and quickly slipped through closing it.

There was pure evil in Alek's eyes. Vengeance even. He walked up behind Eli, his powers fully awake in his body. The crashing waves moistened the air. Humidity fueled his powers. He wasn't sure what Eli could do but Alek was sure it was nothing in comparison to what he could do.

Alek came up to Eli, who's eyes were closed. Alek cocked his head amuzed that even so close to Eli... Eli was so enveloped in his music that he wasn't going to see it coming. Summoning all the training he had in his mixed partial arts, fueling his fist with his power he swung. Fist met jaw hard... cold rushed into the others body.

"Who the hell do you think you are talking to My Isabella Stone like that you ungrateful p***k!"
Alek held out his hand, rearing it back as though he was preparing to throw a baseball. The air around his hand was distorted and white, swirling... his power channeled into something tangible. It froze on contact, it could freeze and kill. There were only seconds for Eli to dodge, Alek was lost this crazed Serum, and death could become an option when serum meets Alek's personality.

ALPHA Uh...Uh oh.


Wilbur's jaw dropped at Leion's statement. Beef jerky? Had this boy seriously been bawling his eyes out over jerky? Whatever. Wilbur felt an overwhelming need to comfort. He knew he liked Leion, that he was sure of. He didn't know he liked him like how he felt right now. Right now, there was a feeling of want inside. He scooted the chair closer so that he could smell the beach and liquor still on him.

"Yeah, man. That is real sad. I, uh," He paused to look at Leion. He wanted to cry himself just watching him. He sniffled. "I could probably find some later if you want." As he talked, he got closer to Leion's face, almost unable to control his hormones. "I'm sure there's some slim jims or something down there in the kitchen."The tears started streaming down Wilbur's own face; it was a mixture of empathy, confusion, and the impending regret that would stem from what he was about to do. "I already ate, but..." With tears still streaming down his face, he kissed Leion on the lips and stayed there for a few moments, almost falling out of his chair.

He pulled away, wiping away tears.

"I'm sorry. I didn't...I know you were drunk...That had nothing to do with beef jerky. That was stupid." Wilbur rocked back in the chair, trying to figure out what it was he just did. He liked it, he knew he dd, but a tiny thought in the back of his head was screaming at him. He couldn't hear it of course, he couldn't really hear anything in this altered state. He started to cry again.

Alpha: Hangover city

There really wasn't much time for pleasantries. The high again was burning off rapidly into another low. Evie excused herself as she felt, again, like she was being hit with a ten ton brick. She walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. She put the water on in the sink to let the water splash up to hit herself in the face. Hunched over she couldn't decide if she wanted to pass out or vomit again.

For the initial moments, she remembered (yet again) that something wasn't right with her system. Her body was fighting something. But the pain of it left her clarity in the wind. Looking like she might vomit, she saw her face in the mirror. She was paler than usual and looking like her body was at war.

When she was able to focus enough to touch her comm, the high set back in and all she got out of her mouth was, "Bella."

Suddenly, she didn't care. The world was right. Her mind was happy. The high was back. So she continued with her comm message in a totally different tone, "Where are you love? I miss you and really want pizza."

Her mind went completely ADD and she passed by her room. Peeking in she didn't see Carlos anymore. Not caring really about him (just the fact she really wanted to find cold pizza), she shrugged and skipped down the hallway. So many scents filled the air down below. But so many voices. Evie was in too much of a high to care about who was fighting over what. But man, beef jerky sounded good as well.

"I don't even know who half of you guys are," She muttered walking down through the halls and peeking around rooms to find what suited her whim. Besides she wanted to find Bella. It had been over a day since she had seen her best friend. Hugs were needed. Hugs were good. Why was she so happy? No matter. Walking past the living room, she saw Bella and wrapped her arms around her, "Hello, love. Keep singing your lovely song."

The whirlwind that was Evie, even drugged, got distracted by something she heard outside. Walking towards what she heard and floating through the song, she got slightly [more than slightly] agitated at the two boys fighting. Picking up a chair from the porch, she threw it with a pretty good force at Alek and Eli. It landed where she planned as she stomped over. She didn't know Eli from Adam but Alek she knew well.

"Stop behaving like little boys," She growled at them showing her bite. They were being ridiculous and it was uncalled for. She looked at Alek, "You especially know the rules. We don't use our powers to hurt each other. Bottom line, period. Save it for the battlefield."

She then turned to Eli and her tone took a drastic swing back to happy, "Hi cutie, I don't know you yet. I'm Evie."

Alpha - Did I seriously just say that?
Eli hadn't waited to give Alek an opportunity to actually do something. As he began to close his thumb down on the BB, a chair crashed and startled, his aim went off and the BB shot out as fast as Eli could possibly make it. It shot off roughly 400 m/s. That was just shy of 60 meters faster than the speed of sound.

The loud crack resonated through out the grounds and anyone in the immediate area would most likely look. Eli winced again as his headache pounded. Taking several strong blinks, to try and ignore the pain, he turned to Evie who had approached and began to speak to them.

His hand had readjusted aim and was still aimed at Alek. But as she finished her lecture to Alek and refocused her attention to him, he lowered his arm. Long black hair, tattoos, this girl was perfect. "Your eyes remind me of space crystals..." Was the first thing he meant to say.

"You idiot, did you seriously just say that? Introduce yourself, tell her your name, YOUR NAME!" He thought to himself, he tried fighting back a grin that was forming on his face, his cheeks began to get rosy. "I-I-I'm Elliot, I usually go by Eli." He said, a smile now more noticeable and his hand extended out awaiting a handshake.

Alpha: Kiss Me When I'm Down

Eli's stammering of his introduction was rather sweet. She laughed, shook his hand, and leaned in too say, "I don't bite. Don't worry. Well... not on first introduction. Right, Alek?" She looked over her shoulder and winked. It seriously had been too long since she had been with the Alphas. Her own isolation lately wasn't helping. There was fun to be had. And well, most fun used to start with her.

"Space crystals, eh? Now what on earth do you know about space crystals? When you actually get to visit the Shi'Ar with us, then we'll talk about space crystals," She put an arm around his shoulders and then Alek's shoulders. Her arm tensed a bit as she felt the chill that Alek always seemed to have around him. Once her senses calmed, it was like nothing, "They're quite shiny. I can't imagine they'd taste good. Are you guys as hungry as I am? I can't seem to stop wanting to eat. I know we all have healthy appetites being mutants and all but it's odd don't you think?"

Breaking herself from her rambling she looked at Eli again, "But thank you for the compliment. Now whatever you guys were arguing about isn't worth it on a beautiful sunny day like today on a beach we're probably not going to see for awhile. So whattya say? Let's get a smoothie and go swim in the pool!"

ტრεჟคToo bad.. so sad.

Aren had ineherently felt Shandra's distress from him pulling his body away so that he could face the angry hispanic that had attacked him in efforts of separating the pair. The entire idea was unnerving, and caused his displeasure from being interrupted to escalate into an anger that was uncharacteristic to his normally level headed demeanor. Something about this morning had jumbled all of that up, had mixed his prior feelings towards the redhead with something much more than he'd anticipated he'd ever feel for her. Not that he'd complain with the developments; he knew Shandra better than anyone else. And no one else here would ever understand where he came from, would understand the social differences he'd no doubt display.

When his little red head requested that they stop their bickering, Aren sank down next to her, his stance still defensive in case Antonio decided to attack again. Somehow, he knew that she'd not really meant to make the utterance alloud. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer as he glared at Antonio, silently warning him not to interfere again. Their fight would have to be something that took place away from Shandra, where they might settle this dispute without upsetting her further. "It's okay Shandra. No harm done. I'll behave so long as the boar doesn't attack me again." He whispered, kissing her forehead and forgetting once again that they had an audience. A tear slipped from her eyes, and he almost panicked. Instead, he took the hand that hadn't been holding her and brushed the salty drops from her cheeks. "Don't cry, Moahk. It's over." Or at least he hoped.

Aren took a deep breath, catching her scent in his lungs, and the fire that had enveloped him just a few minutes prior took him again, urging him to put a trail of kisses from the junction of her ear and her jaw to her mouth, where he might distract her from the sudden onset of melancholy. He did so, slowly just laying small pecks upon her skin until he reached the corner of her mouth, where he planted something even lighter upon them, as though the gesture were some secret move.

Her eyes shifted between the pair of men that both knew her so well, and Aren couldn't help but feel guilty underneath her stare. No, he'd not started the fight, he'd not even thrown the punches to ruin the patched face further. All that he'd done was move her out of the way so that she'd not be caught in the crossfire.

She asked him, a bit hesitantly, what he wanted, and it was then that he learned the detestable cretin's name: Antonio. Yeah, other than ruining their moment, what had he wanted? And could they comply to his desires so that he'd go away, leaving them to what they'd started. Aren rather wanted an answer to his query about her being his, and he couldn't ask her again in such a sullied romantic moment. It just wouldn't seem right.

Still that mind in the back of his mind, that little voice told him to thank Antonio, because if he hadn't spoiled what they'd been leading to, Aren and Shandra would regret their actions for all their days to come. He'd give Antonio no such pleasure.

He sputtered though, when she asked why he was so furious with the hispanic. "Because, in his charge after me... he could have hit you." He mumbled the last, but that had been the primary reason for his ire. She'd not like the chivalrous act, but she, at the very least should expect it. His "Old World" views, as she'd called them so many times before.

Her next words, uttering about food in bed, caused the size shifter to chuckle, the sound deeper timbres once again. "That can be arranged in a little bit." He promised, not even bothering to give Antonio another glance to see if their closeness would cause his anger to rile again.


[[ooc: Sorry Ai! Please respond to the past TWO posts from me... I just didn't want to get into trouble for not posting.]]

Alpha: Sign Language - Going Outside

Bella pointedly ignored Eli’s words…But they actually hurt her feelings. Very much, did they hurt—So when Molly asked her if she knew other songs, the Siren just quieted and huddled down beside Jacen, her gaze not quite so vacant as she grew…Sad. “I don’t feel much like singing anymore…”

Infact, she didn’t much want to be in the living room anymore.

She didn’t mean for Wilbur to be hit with a pellet, she meant to try and stop them from hitting him. He left. She didn’t know what she’d done to Christian, but he left. Eli confused her the most… And he left. Alek was there, and he left too. So if everyone was going to leave because she was there… She would just save them the trouble.

The songstress leaned and kissed Jacen on the cheek again…”I’ll sing for you later, mi amigo…”

She was hard pressed to disentangle herself from the Snuggie…But with a little effort, she pulled herself off the couch, and left the room. Where to go, she suddenly wasn’t sure… She could hear so many voices in the kitchen. There was this strange humming in the house that was hard to ignore…But her scattered brain was stretched too thin to even begin thinking about looking into it. Hearing voices this way and that… She decided to go out. The kitchen was too crowded… Too loud. Since when had anything ever been too loud for her?

The people upstairs already sounded upset… So outside she would go.

Isabella went out the front door, auburn hair swirling about her waist—Though she paused abruptly when her eyes lay on Gideon—Sitting peacefully in the rocking chair. Her heart stopped, or slowed, at the sight of him—The familiar snow colored hair and blue eyes… She recalled instantly that it was him she heard so well from the house. Metal and flesh moving together…But—He was touching Narcissa, or she was touching him… Either way, her face visibly darkened, jealous… In a time honored classic, Bella flipped Narcissa off, and then, with her other hand, decided to give the blonde a double duce.

She walked backwards off the edge of the porch, making sure that the blond, whom she was ninety eight percent sure was pure unadulterated evil… Saw every bit of her extended middle fingers. For some reason, this just took the cake. Everyone was acting strange (She failed to notice herself included)—And she didn’t like it all.

Bella pouted hardcore as she stalked down the beach, away from Evelyn and Alek, because of Eli of course—Royally pissed until she saw something shiny in the sand. What was it?

....Oooo beach glass…