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➵Lucy Xiao Long➵

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Lucy wasted no time in rushing to the front, putting her shoulder against the wall. She carefully leaned over to look out the window to see what they were facing. The view was less helpful than she had hoped. A shield of some kind trapped them, giving everything beyond a yellow hue like wearing coloured sunglasses. She could see a small crowd of curious civilians gathered on either side, keeping a few buildings away, however there didn’t seem to be a clear sign of the Providence Agents. At least that was until all the bugs outside of their little prison started swarming one spot. Bug girl must have had a way to detect the Agents location somehow. For a moment she hoped they would have an easy out, but it didn’t take long for the Agents to regain control of the situation. Lucy put her back against the wall once more while she considered the next best action. Jayson and the bug girl were obscured by the smoke while the red head and blond man were little more than shadows on the ground. It seemed Jayson had taken to the bug girl in the usual way he seemed to adopt people for a short while.

Under her mask, invisible to all, Lucy raised an eyebrow at the girl’s suggestion. Perhaps if she had seen how young the girl was Lucy might have been a little kinder to the girl for not knowing how buildings were built or how sewers worked, but she had been looking out the window during the time when the bugs all fell to the ground and Jayson gave her the mask. “Is that after we climb through the four inch pipe connecting the building to the sewer main, or were you hoping Jayson also had a boring machine to dig the twenty or so feet to the sewer main running down the center of the street out there?“ If it was the second she doubted they would get very far in the digging before the Agents stopped them, and if it was the first….well none of them would come close to fitting through a four inch pipe. Lucy locked eyes with Jayson. He motioned for her to follow, but she didn’t move. Jayson was right, she couldn’t protect him from himself, but there was someone she could protect. Someone more important to Jayson than Jayson himself. “Jayson. Adora and I will catch you on the other side.” She said simply, knowing Adora would be the only person who could stop him from having his fun and she wasn’t in here right now. With that, she took her exit of the building to go surrender herself to the agents, kneeling on the inside of the barrier a mere few feet from the front door of the café. Perhaps the two of them would find a way to free him later.

Jayson found that he had a lot more time to think than he had originally though, for starters the people from Providence hadn't rushed the building as he had expected. He had been expecting them to lower the shield and try to evac the pair of agents or try to subdue him, Lucy and the other girl whose name he wasn't sure he knew so would refer to as Malone until corrected. He surmised that they were either waiting for everyone to pass out, which seemed unlikely considering the shield was still up and it was very fast acting gas, or they had a telepath on their side who was simply reading their minds. He frowned slightly. If that's was the case then he would need to make sure they reserved a cushy cell for him. An exchange between Lucy and Malone brought him back and with it a new idea. "Malone, Lucy is probably right, but good thinking none the less. Give me a hand? Thanks." He ducked out of cover, propped up the counter so that he could get by and then dashed over to where Carmen had fallen. He grabbed her behind the arms and dragged her back to his original spot behind cover, while he couldn't be sure he felt as if his load was lightened somewhat. He had to stop twice though, the first time to slap himself awake and the second time to bang his head into the counter, the incident confirmed that there was a telepath on the outside. When he was safely back behind cover he took his revolver and pressed it to Carmen's head. He didn't really want to have to kill the girl. He paused, then took two rounds out and spun the chamber, it was up to chance now he thought. "Malone, have your bugs set these up. Just make sure they point away from us. I'm going to try and talk to them then make our demands. Besides safe passage out is there anything else you want?" He spawned two claymores and then closed his eyes, it had been a long time since had communicated like this and he had never really like the sensation. Stand down, he thought of nothing but those two words for almost a minute before he shifted to, send negotiator. Since there was no going back now, he felt it was better to crank it all the way up to eleven. "I doubt she'd wait, but I'll see you in twenty five to life." He grinned and then waited for the providence agents to respond.

"What could be more luxurious than a good book,
a soft couch and a warm cup of tea?"



“Hey, calm down, you’re safe now.” A soft feminine voice said soothingly. If only the EMT was here to calm the poor kid down. Krista didn’t normal wait for patients to wake up, but the hospital had been unable to find any to contact and no one had showed up looking for him. She felt bad and Deviants needed to stick together. He woke up sooner than expect, for which Krista was a little thankful. These hospital chairs were hardly the most comfortable. In her lap sat a laptop, but she quickly moved it to the side table now that Cantil was awake. “You’re in a Providence hospital.”

Seeing as Jayson had no resistance to a telepath’s abilities, it wasn’t difficult to take him out. What Locust would witness is Jayson simply passing out after banging his head on the counter, leaving her the last one standing while the scene with Carmen played out in Jayson’s mind. Soon the bug manipulator was detained as well. The agents moved quickly in bringing the group to one of their facilities, where the cells blocked the use of powers. After an investigation, Lucy and Adora were released, while Carmen was set back to the mental hospital she was an out patient of. Jayson went to trial where he was convicted of 4 counts of first degree murder for his TV stunt during the mayoral race in Sacramento, one count of resisting arrest, one count of accessory to murder, as well as several counts of destruction of property, and grand larceny. He was then transferred the the Philadelphia maximum prison.

"What could be more luxurious than a good book,
a soft couch and a warm cup of tea?"



Krista gave a nod, glad the youth had seemed to calm down a bit, thought he still looked nervous. “Your own healing abilities helped quite a bit, but you'll need to rest for a while longer.” He had no fever to indicate infection, and the wound seemed to be healing nicely, so long as he took it easy. “Is there...anyone I can call for you? The hospital couldn't find anyone to contact.”

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“I let you down, I tried to save you but they figured it out, there was nothing I could do once I was out cold,” He told her. Disgust with his own failure laced in his tone.

Joel’s breathing was deep, as he tried to calm himself. Perhaps if he was calm, Lana would calm too. He had managed to reduce the tears at least, enough to see clearly again. At her request he shook his head. “If you don’t want me to I won’t.” He told her. “I’ll call you whatever you like, heck you can call me what you want too just look at me please,” He was pleading now, sure he would let her do anything just for her to recognise him. Just to see a small glimmer of something, anything in her eyes that was still Lana.

He wished it felt like yesterday that they had been torn apart. But no, it felt like years. He couldn’t fathom how she could forget so easily- then again he had not endured what she had had to endure. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, no-one here is.” He offered again, making sure he looked as defenceless as possible. He hoped it would ease her.

Finally, Lana opened her eyes, and she looked at him. Joel looked back, directly into her eyes. It wasn’t going to be him that dropped his gaze. Perhaps she wouldn’t trust him. Not for a while. But he had to try everything in his power. “Lana, you call the shots here. If you want me to leave I will leave, but I’d rather stay,” He told her. He did not want to leave. And he was unsure if he would be able to honour his promise. But he made it, in the comfort that if she did ask him to leave then he would be able to return.




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Jan 29th, 2013 11:03 am

Cantil had heard a little bit of Providence. They were the good guys right? The one who wanted everyone to get along? They could give him a place to stay?"I dont mind working but I dont know how to get there. " He said. He was sure a car could take him there. Him and his mom had a broken rusty pickup trunk the had converted to make a place to sleep and stay dry. But a working one with tires no he had never been in one of those. His stomach had something to say though and it growled. "Oh!" Cantil said a little more hungry than he was used to "Can I have some food? Not too many veggies though too many of them and it makes me get sick." Cantil asked not sure if they could give him some.

Richel was visiting her mother, a nurse, at the hospital. However, she worked her magic, visited an old comma lady that her mother told her to talk to and the woman woke up! She didn't know what to do so she ran away and into an open room to hide. She didn't even look, if she did she would of saw that Cantil was in the room. Not that she would have known the boy's name.

When she saw the boy she ran over to him and whispered, "Don't tell anyone I was here okies?" Her eyes were wide and pleading she didn't want to get in trouble for waking the lady up or asked what happened. It took her a moment more to realize that he was hurt, some kind of wound.