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[LoveThatChick]

(Yeesh. Somebody better get a ruler and smack their knuckles!)

Katie blinked. Then the blink became more of a bat. She leaned in, "You didn't have to do that either."

(SMACK THEM! SMACK THEM BEFORE I PUNCH THEM! )

((I'm not going to smack anyone, and I told you not to mess with him! Well, at least I think I did...))

Donovan smirked, and replied, "Agree, to disagree..." At least she won't pick on me for 24 hours, or, maybe she will, I don't know how she treats guys that she likes, I should have hade her fear me... He thought with a slight feeling of worry.

"We are so going to have a talk about that attitude," Verity was muttering to herself, "She acts like I'm her jailer or something. What does she expect? I'll apologize, give her cupcakes, and let her run rampant on the streets? Not to mention jump."

Dominor sent one last command to the driver's mind, Open the doors, once we leave, wait here, and don't let anyone else board... He looked to the others in the streetcar as the doors slid to the side, rain instantly dotting the floor of the entrance, "We're here, you all know what to do."

The plan was for Dominor, Seiko, and Katie, to go in first, to hopefully speak with their targets and convince them to join the Order, without force. Meanwhile, Mara would follow the three while invisible, and as for the rest of them, they were there incase things got nasty.

Kastor nodded. He shortly entered the garage. Markus was already there, of course, and Buck still hadn't arrived – also of course.

Sascha entered the garage just after Kastor, and noted Buck's absence, as usual. She wore black slacks, an Ivory collared shirt, and a gray trench coat, witch concealed the shoulder holstered handguns underneath. Sascha walked across the large room, full of vehicles of all kinds, and reached a black Jaguar sedan close to the other agents.

[COLOR=000080]CENTRAL SEATTLE[/COLOR]​

[COLOR=000080]Location: Montro home, Beacon Hill.[/COLOR]​

Lee set his plate of burnt bacon, dry leftover meet loaf, a cold piece of soggy pizza and scrambled eggs with bits of the cell in them, down on the table. His parents were both gone at work, thay tried not to leave him along for long, thinking that he would have a bad mood sling and do something stupid, but he wouldn't, and with him out of school, he was on his own during the day.

Lee looked down at the fairly revolting plate of food, then stepped back about five feet any and raised his left hand, palm facing the plate. Lee breathed slowly, then tensed as he felt his manipulative power course through his arm and out his palm straight for the food. It lifted off of the plate, floating about a foot above it and revolving slowly. Lee watched it for a monent, then thought of what he wanted to happen and closed his hand into a tight fist. In an instant, the bacon un-burnt, the dry meet loaf became moist, the pizza crisped and heated up, and the bits of egg cell flew from the eggs and dissolved in to the air. Lee grinned slightly at his work, he was actually a good cook, and had messed up his breakfast on purpose, just so he could practice manipulating things.

He walked back to the table and took a seat, then snatched the fork up and tried the food. It was good, and he dug in. Lee was in one of his rare pleasent moods, but he could feel that it wasn't going to last long. He had stopped taking the prescription medication for his cyclothymic, it had only made him feel numb, and he hated that. Lee sighed, he felt alright now, almost normal, but he knew this was just going to be another rough day, as usual.

 

[The ChickenKing]

((I'm not going to smack anyone, and I told you not to mess with him! Well, at least I think I did...))

Donovan smirked, and replied, "Agree, to disagree..." At least she won't pick on me for 24 hours, or, maybe she will, I don't know how she treats guys that she likes, I should have hade her fear me... He thought with a slight feeling of worry.
Dominor sent one last command to the driver's mind, Open the doors, once we leave, wait here, and don't let anyone else board... He looked to the others in the streetcar as the doors slid to the side, rain instantly dotting the floor of the entrance, "We're here, you all know what to do."

The plan was for Dominor, Seiko, and Katie, to go in first, to hopefully speak with their targets and convince them to join the Order, without force. Meanwhile, Mara would follow the three while invisible, and as for the rest of them, they were there incase things got nasty.
Sascha entered the garage just after Kastor, and noted Buck's absence, as usual. She wore black slacks, an Ivory collared shirt, and a gray trench coat, witch concealed the shoulder holstered handguns underneath. Sascha walked across the large room, full of vehicles of all kinds, and reached a black Jaguar sedan close to the other agents.

[COLOR=000080]CENTRAL SEATTLE[/COLOR]​

[COLOR=000080]Location: Montro home, Beacon Hill.[/COLOR]​

Lee set his plate of burnt bacon, dry leftover meet loaf, a cold piece of soggy pizza and scrambled eggs with bits of the cell in them, down on the table. His parents were both gone at work, thay tried not to leave him along for long, thinking that he would have a bad mood sling and do something stupid, but he wouldn't, and with him out of school, he was on his own during the day.

Lee looked down at the fairly revolting plate of food, then stepped back about five feet any and raised his left hand, palm facing the plate. Lee breathed slowly, then tensed as he felt his manipulative power course through his arm and out his palm straight for the food. It lifted off of the plate, floating about a foot above it and revolving slowly. Lee watched it for a monent, then thought of what he wanted to happen and closed his hand into a tight fist. In an instant, the bacon un-burnt, the dry meet loaf became moist, the pizza crisped and heated up, and the bits of egg cell flew from the eggs and dissolved in to the air. Lee grinned slightly at his work, he was actually a good cook, and had messed up his breakfast on purpose, just so he could practice manipulating things.

He walked back to the table and took a seat, then snatched the fork up and tried the food. It was good, and he dug in. Lee was in one of his rare pleasent moods, but he could feel that it wasn't going to last long. He had stopped taking the prescription medication for his cyclothymic, it had only made him feel numb, and he hated that. Lee sighed, he felt alright now, almost normal, but he knew this was just going to be another rough day, as usual.

Alistair sat outside on his Agusta F4CC,(A really cool motorcycle) absent mindedly tapping on the bike, his helmet fixed snugly on his head. He impatiently waited for the garage doors to open, as usual, he had driven his own bike to the headquarters, and parked in the employees only section.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

((I'm not going to smack anyone, and I told you not to mess with him! Well, at least I think I did...))

Donovan smirked, and replied, "Agree, to disagree..." At least she won't pick on me for 24 hours, or, maybe she will, I don't know how she treats guys that she likes, I should have hade her fear me... He thought with a slight feeling of worry.

(But…the brats must be smacked!)

Katie shrugged. Somehow, the shrug was luxurious.

(You know what's awful when you're RPing or writing? When you're writing a character that you absolutely hate. I want to punch Katie! I've wanted to punch her ever since I made her! She's. Such. A. BRAT!)

Dominor sent one last command to the driver's mind, Open the doors, once we leave, wait here, and don't let anyone else board... He looked to the others in the streetcar as the doors slid to the side, rain instantly dotting the floor of the entrance, "We're here, you all know what to do."

The plan was for Dominor, Seiko, and Katie, to go in first, to hopefully speak with their targets and convince them to join the Order, without force. Meanwhile, Mara would follow the three while invisible, and as for the rest of them, they were there incase things got nasty.

Katie hopped out of the streetcar, combat boots landing on firm asphalt. She was a little excited. This could be fun, or at least interesting.

Sascha entered the garage just after Kastor, and noted Buck's absence, as usual. She wore black slacks, an Ivory collared shirt, and a gray trench coat, witch concealed the shoulder holstered handguns underneath. Sascha walked across the large room, full of vehicles of all kinds, and reached a black Jaguar sedan close to the other agents.

[COLOR=000080]CENTRAL SEATTLE
Location: Montro home, Beacon Hill.[/COLOR]​

Lee set his plate of burnt bacon, dry leftover meet loaf, a cold piece of soggy pizza and scrambled eggs with bits of the cell in them, down on the table. His parents were both gone at work, thay tried not to leave him along for long, thinking that he would have a bad mood sling and do something stupid, but he wouldn't, and with him out of school, he was on his own during the day.

Lee looked down at the fairly revolting plate of food, then stepped back about five feet any and raised his left hand, palm facing the plate. Lee breathed slowly, then tensed as he felt his manipulative power course through his arm and out his palm straight for the food. It lifted off of the plate, floating about a foot above it and revolving slowly. Lee watched it for a monent, then thought of what he wanted to happen and closed his hand into a tight fist. In an instant, the bacon un-burnt, the dry meet loaf became moist, the pizza crisped and heated up, and the bits of egg cell flew from the eggs and dissolved in to the air. Lee grinned slightly at his work, he was actually a good cook, and had messed up his breakfast on purpose, just so he could practice manipulating things.

He walked back to the table and took a seat, then snatched the fork up and tried the food. It was good, and he dug in. Lee was in one of his rare pleasent moods, but he could feel that it wasn't going to last long. He had stopped taking the prescription medication for his cyclothymic, it had only made him feel numb, and he hated that. Lee sighed, he felt alright now, almost normal, but he knew this was just going to be another rough day, as usual.

Alistair sat outside on his Agusta F4CC,(A really cool motorcycle) absent mindedly tapping on the bike, his helmet fixed snugly on his head. He impatiently waited for the garage doors to open, as usual, he had driven his own bike to the headquarters, and parked in the employees only section.

Buck darted into the garage, sliding onto his motorcycle. He saw Mark give him a look before sliding into a nondescript black car.

·•·​

Kastor touched his hat. It had been his father's, and touching it had become a subconscious gesture when he needed a little luck. Or a lot. His car was a 1963 Thunderbird – also formerly his father's. Here goes…

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

NORTH SEATTLE
Location: Bus Station on Eastlake Avenue​

Hal hesitated. She didn't do that a lot, but right now, standing at the bus door, she faltered. Suppose they didn't want her back. Suppose they were…not alive. Stop supposing, idiot, and find out for yourself! Someone pushed her with a growled comment that she couldn't quite make out but was pretty sure was unpleasant, and she stumbled out. A tiny puff of flame exited her mouth in anger, but nobody noticed. Probably. She needed to get better control of that.

Not the entrance she was hoping to make. Of course, she hadn't made a great exit, so maybe it made sense. Karma or something.

At least she was off that bus. People gave her a wide berth – the scruffy, rather unkempt six-foot-one girl who'd spent most of her money on the bus fare. Wasn't her fault – the shower in that totally awful apartment she'd rented was broken, and she'd had the lowest paying job ever. Hopefully, if everyone was alive and in a forgiving mood, she could clean up and find a new job.

"Stop stalling, you idiot, and get going," Hal snapped at herself. After years of being on her own, talking to herself had become a habit. Hal started walking.

NORTH SEATTLE
Time: 4:32 p.m.
Date: April 16th, five years ago.
Weather: Storming, badly enough to take out the power.
Location: The Nikitas house, 22nd Avenue NE​

"…and on the mirror, written in her dog's blood, were the words, 'Dogs aren't the only things that lick'," Katie grinned maliciously as she finished the story, her face lit up devilishly by the flashlight. It had been Katie's idea, of course – with the power out she decided that they should tell scary stories. Hallie had complied only because Kastor had. It was never fun, and rarely scary, but Katie always seemed to enjoy it.

"Did I scare you?" Katie asked enthusiastically. Hallie shook her head. "Oh yeah? How 'bout now?" Katie lunged for Hallie's arm, and she felt a jolt of fear. Katie was known to abuse her power. Hallie was pretty sure she used it to become everybody's favorite. Now she was ashamed to find herself fighting back fear as Katie's manufactured emotion washed over her.

"Katie, stop it!" Kastor admonished sharply. Katie glared at him, but grabbed Hallie's arm again to draw back the fear. She managed to hold in the sigh of relief, somehow, though she did find herself rubbing her arm.

There was a knock at the door.

Kastor stood, quickly followed by the girls, and strode upstairs just as their father called to ask if he could get the door. Kastor called back in conformation, then opened the door.

"Hello," said the man at the door, probably in his late thirties. He was flanked by a few others, but he was the one who commanded attention. "My name is Apex Grace. I was hoping it would be you three. I have an…organization I thought you might like to join." Hallie found herself moving closer to Kastor. "It's for people like you: special people. You know what I'm talking about."

"Are you like us?" said Katie, pushing forward.

Apex focused on her, "Yes. We all are." Katie looked enamored.

"What's the catch?" asked Kastor, shoving Katie behind him.

Apex smiled. It was a remarkably sharklike smile. Hallie almost expected jagged teeth. "No catch. You get to join an order of people like you. You can get away from all these mundane fools. You can be all you were meant to be."

"Who the hell are you?" Dad! He was tall, imposing, and right now the best thing Hallie had ever seen. He strode towards the door, pushing past his children and glaring at Apex.

Apex leaned very slightly forward in a predatory motion, "Mr. Nikitas, I presume?"

"Who are you?"

"A salesman," said Apex sarcastically.

"Sure you are. And what do you want?"

"Your children, if they'll join me."

"You part of a cult or something? Get out of here!" He slammed the door shut and locked it. "Kastor, call the cops." Kastor nodded and headed for the phone. "Hallie, Katie, you get back downstairs." Hallie moved readily, but Katie was staring at the door like it was a stray puppy.

Then the door exploded.

Hallie screamed, covering her face and falling to the floor. As Apex and his companions flooded the mudroom, she saw Kastor fly in, fists raised. She curled up as the fight began around her. She could see someone dragging – no, guiding Katie away. Someone grabbed her, trying to drag her away. She struggled, but they weren't finding it too difficult to overcome a scrawny thirteen-year-old. Kastor pulled them off of her.

"Run, Hallie!" he screamed at her, voice raw. She obeyed. She ran like never before, past the attackers and onto the streets, through alleys and charging across streets. She didn't pay attention to where she was going, just away. When she stopped running, she didn't know where she was, but she couldn't go back. So she kept going…

NORTH SETTLE
Location: 22nd Avenue​

This was not her house. This house, with its manicured lawn and young, happy family, was not the house Hal had fled five years ago. Whatever had happened to her family, they weren't here. She watched them through the window. They were playing a board game, like she used to with her family when it was raining. They had a dog though, something that could never've happened, given that her mother was allergic and her dad would never get a poodle.

"Stop reminiscing, idiot. Get back to work and find them," Hal pivoted and started walking again.

 

[LoveThatChick]

(But…the brats must be smacked!)

Katie shrugged. Somehow, the shrug was luxurious.

(You know what's awful when you're RPing or writing? When you're writing a character that you absolutely hate. I want to punch Katie! I've wanted to punch her ever since I made her! She's. Such. A. BRAT!)

Katie hopped out of the streetcar, combat boots landing on firm asphalt. She was a little excited. This could be fun, or at least interesting.

((I know what you mean, she is awful! But most of the time I actually like writing characters that I hate, that's why I write sooo many bad guys. Though sometimes I hate it, when it's one of those characters that is just so evil, they make your skin crawl.))

Donovan followed Katie, passing Dominor and Seiko on his way out of the streetcar and onto the street, zipping up his brown leather jacket against the rain.

Mara stood from her seat, then turned invisible and exited just after Donovan.

Dominor stepped out and onto the street, Seiko right in toe as he walked across the road and stepped onto the side walk on that side, and bothering to check if the others were following as he reached the apartment's front door, and hit all the door bells. After a moment, someone who didn't seem to have any care for security, buzzed them in, and the door unlocked. Dominor opened it and walked into the lobby, Seiko catching the door and holding it, waiting for the others to follow them in.

Alistair sat outside on his Agusta F4CC,(A really cool motorcycle) absent mindedly tapping on the bike, his helmet fixed snugly on his head. He impatiently waited for the garage doors to open, as usual, he had driven his own bike to the headquarters, and parked in the employees only section.

((Cool bike, hehe. Btw, it's really all employees only, because they're a secret organization. ))

Buck darted into the garage, sliding onto his motorcycle. He saw Mark give him a look before sliding into a nondescript black car.

·•·​

Kastor touched his hat. It had been his father's, and touching it had become a subconscious gesture when he needed a little luck. Or a lot. His car was a 1963 Thunderbird – also formerly his father's. Here goes…

Sascha slipped into her car as the garage doors slid open, it was underground opened into a back ally, the entrance disguised to look like a dead end when the large doors were closed. She the car into drive, and pulled out, rain landing on the windshield and hood. They all knew the area well, and were briefed on their targets exact location, so if they didn't run into any traffic, it would only take them about thirty minutes to reach Beacon hill.

 

[LoveThatChick]

((Gertrude, great backstory for Hal, Katie and Kastor, btw.))

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

((I know what you mean, she is awful! But most of the time I actually like writing characters that I hate, that's why I write sooo many bad guys. Though sometimes I hate it, when it's one of those characters that is just so evil, they make your skin crawl.))

Donovan followed Katie, passing Dominor and Seiko on his way out of the streetcar and onto the street, zipping up his brown leather jacket against the rain.

Mara stood from her seat, then turned invisible and exited just after Donovan.

Dominor stepped out and onto the street, Seiko right in toe as he walked across the road and stepped onto the side walk on that side, and bothering to check if the others were following as he reached the apartment's front door, and hit all the door bells. After a moment, someone who didn't seem to have any care for security, buzzed them in, and the door unlocked. Dominor opened it and walked into the lobby, Seiko catching the door and holding it, waiting for the others to follow them in.

(Skin-crawly is better than bratty-and-must-be-punched!)

The doorbell rang.

"Ver, can you –"

"Already at the door!" Verity rolled her eyes. Another two steps and she took a quick look through the peephole. "Who the heck…?" She reached for her phone, just in case they were serial killers, like everyone looked like through a peephole. "Can I help you?"

Sascha slipped into her car as the garage doors slid open, it was underground opened into a back ally, the entrance disguised to look like a dead end when the large doors were closed. She the car into drive, and pulled out, rain landing on the windshield and hood. They all knew the area well, and were briefed on their targets exact location, so if they didn't run into any traffic, it would only take them about thirty minutes to reach Beacon hill.

Kastor glanced at the glove compartment. He did not open it. No way. He did it every time he went on a mission, and most of the times he went out, but he would not do it today.

With a quick snatch, he opened it and took out the photo.

They were all together and happy in that photo. Katie looked like just another sweet little girl, all blonde and innocent. Mom and Dad looked all alive and healthy. Hallie looked scruffy. Kastor cracked a smile then. Hallie always looked scruffy, even when she was cleaned up, somehow.

Okay, stop it. This isn't going to help, you know. Kastor stuffed the photo back and closed the glove box.

((Gertrude, great backstory for Hal, Katie and Kastor, btw.))

(Thanks! {As you can see, Katie was always a brat. })

 

[LoveThatChick]

(Skin-crawly is better than bratty-and-must-be-punched!)

((Alright, alright, you win, I'll punch her for you!))

The doorbell rang.

"Ver, can you –"

"Already at the door!" Verity rolled her eyes. Another two steps and she took a quick look through the peephole. "Who the heck…?" She reached for her phone, just in case they were serial killers, like everyone looked like through a peephole. "Can I help you?"

"Yes Verity, good to see you. Go get your sister now, we would like to speak with the both of you." Dominor replied in a menacingly chipper tone, an accommodating smile on his thin face.

Kastor glanced at the glove compartment. He did not open it. No way. He did it every time he went on a mission, and most of the times he went out, but he would not do it today.

With a quick snatch, he opened it and took out the photo.

They were all together and happy in that photo. Katie looked like just another sweet little girl, all blonde and innocent. Mom and Dad looked all alive and healthy. Hallie looked scruffy. Kastor cracked a smile then. Hallie always looked scruffy, even when she was cleaned up, somehow.

Okay, stop it. This isn't going to help, you know. Kastor stuffed the photo back and closed the glove box.

Sascha pulled out onto the main road, it wasn't like any of them waited for each other, so she continued without looking back. Beacon hill was just south/east of their location, and even with the rain, it only took her about twenty minutes to reach their destination, parking just down the block. Sascha sat in her car as the rain landed on the windshield, scanning her surroundings as she waited for the others.

(Thanks! {As you can see, Katie was always a brat. })

((Always...))

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

((Alright, alright, you win, I'll punch her for you!))

(Hold your horses! I get to punch her! Hang on…)

(*intermission music*)

(

)

(*music stops* That's better.)

"Yes Verity, good to see you. Go get your sister now, we would like to speak with the both of you." Dominor replied in a menacingly chipper tone, an accommodating smile on his thin face.

Verity had a bad feeling about this. Creepy guys who knew your name were never a good thing.* She closed the door slightly, "Who are you?"

(*Remember that, kids!)

Sascha pulled out onto the main road, it wasn't like any of them waited for each other, so she continued without looking back. Beacon hill was just south/east of their location, and even with the rain, it only took her about twenty minutes to reach their destination, parking just down the block. Sascha sat in her car as the rain landed on the windshield, scanning her surroundings as she waited for the others.
((Always...))

(At this point, I'm just waiting for them to get there. Only so many sentimental photos, you know?)

 

[LoveThatChick]

(Hold your horses! I get to punch her! Hang on…)

(*intermission music*)

smack )

(*music stops* That's better.)

((That is better, though the little blue one looks so sweet... ))

Verity had a bad feeling about this. Creepy guys who knew your name were never a good thing.* She closed the door slightly, "Who are you?"

(*Remember that, kids!)

((Yeah, remember! Remember!!!))

"Oh Verity, we're your friends, we're here to protect you and Clemmie." Dominor replied, his smile growing slightly. Thanks to Mara, the Order had been able to gain a substantial amount of personal information about the twins, even the nickname Verity used for her sister. "My name is Dominor." He finished with a slight nod.

(At this point, I'm just waiting for them to get there. Only so many sentimental photos, you know?)

((Haha, I know. Just waiting for Alistair to get there!))