[h2]Kithra Moore[/h2]

[color=cadetblue] "No problem Kirtha, although I haven't thought about my plans this far. Im sorry, but what do you think we should do? I don't mind you staying here if you want, I can fit up to three other people including me, so there is plenty of space in here but what would you like to do? I don't want to sound controlling or anything like that but I want to see whats comfortable with you and what you want to do" [/color] 

His question was rather straight forward and caught Kithra off guard, but then her guard was easy to topple. As he spoke she felt her mind go foggy again which was slightly annoying, though she was glad for it as it kept her from worrying too much. She cocked her head to the side as he gave her a stern look, she wasn't sure why he was looking her like that. Did she look like she wasn't going to take him seriously? Maybe she did, she was often told she looked like she didn't believe anyone. Well it served her well this far, even though she didn't mean to look that way.

She looked down at her feet and bit her lip before looking up with her head still cocked to the side, with her damp hair hanging. "[color=ec008c]Call me Kitty.[/color]" She said softly as she smiled. She wasn't sure what they should do let alone what she should do. Though she was sure that she wanted him to call her Kitty, as her name sounded funny coming from him. Maybe it was his mind gift or maybe she was just feeling comfortable, both of which were dangerous and she knew it. But she just wanted to be safe and who ever could protect her she would most likely stay with, since she had no survival skills. She knew that if she stayed she would be well cared for and for the moment safe. 

She shook her head and refocused on Damien and his silver and silvery blue eyes. "[color=ec008c]I would like to stay, but only if its okay with you[/color]." She paused biting her lip before continuing, "[color=ec008c]As to what we should do next I'm unsure, maybe wait here or depending on how long you have been staying here we should move.[/color]" She said as she moved to sit in the passenger seat. She sat so her back was up against the door so she was looking at Damien, she was glad that he found her as she might of been caught or killed or died of the elements. So she felt like she owed him though she was unsure what to do for him. [i]I could make a cake.... Wow that sounds stupid! Right make him a cake Kitty, you would look like a tool![/i] She thought to herself as she felt her cheeks go pink at the thought. [i]Maybe I could dance?[/i] She thought again and suddenly realized that he didn't ask her what her gift was. Most Gifted would want to know the others gift right off the bat, but he hadn't asked her. She suddenly had a new respect for him.

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[h2]Lucky Newman[/h2]

Lucky smirked and nodded before relaxing, after realizing that Thomas didn't mean him any harm. So far this was good he didn't have to be on the defensive, which was becoming tiring. One could only hold out for so long before the fight became too much, maybe if he had others with him it wouldn't be so bad. But he once trusted someone and that whole relationship ended horribly, he vowed never to trust someone fully. Sure he would trust them enough so that he felt a bit safe, but he would always keep an eye out to see if they were going to betray him. [i]Damn Regulars, fucking up everything up![/i] He thought before refocusing on Thomas.

[color=00a651]"Okay, that gift isn't to bad if you wanted to steal something or what ever.... Where are you originally from?[/color]" He asked in a more relaxed tone to let the other guy know that he wasn't a threat. "[color=00a651]You hungry? Come on lets get out of the open and head over to the rail cars.[/color]" He said as he waved Thomas to follow him. He existed the old station house and looked around to make sure that the way was clear and that no one was around to watch them. He quickly walked across the platform onto and across the tracks to reach the old rail cars. 

Once he reached the rail car he was using he threw open the door and jumped in and waited for Thomas to jump in, all the while he kept his eyes open for danger. He seriously felt like a meerkat, one standing guard while others did their thing. [i]Maybe that's what us Gifted should be.... If only we could all trust each other.[/i] He thought as he continued to look out.

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[h2]Greg Manie[/h2]

The sound of his chains and the sound of marching feet was all that Greg could hear as the Regulars marched him to death. He was going to die, all because he was resistant to the efforts of the military that wanted to use him against his own people. He rather be put to death then become a weapon for the enemy, and he was. He smiled darkly at the thought that they couldn't break him, couldn't bend him to their will. [i]I bested you and because you are afraid of me, you will destroy be.[/i] He thought as they continued to march, he could see the aura's of the men around him and he could tell that they were relieved that he was going to die but they were also afraid that he would do something. But alas, he could do nothing but march to his death. [i]Forgive these men, as they are weak and do not know that they are fools.[/i] He silently prayed as they marched.
One, Two, their steps went.
One, Two.
One, two.
One, two.
One, two.
The lights went out...

Greg didn't even have to think as he let his body move, he hit the guard infront of him then ducked as the two guards took out their electric sticks and went to hit him. But instead they ended getting each other, the two guards convulsed then fell to the floor. Without thinking he kicked out behind himself and got the other guard in the groin. He grabbed the electric stick from the down guards and turned quickly striking the rear guard in the face. The guard fell, his head bleeding badly. Greg turned again to face the front guard that had composed himself. 

Greg beared his teeth in a crazed smile, he went to strike the guard but he was stopped. Without thinking he head butted the guard then he struck out again this time the electric stick embedded itself in the guards shoulder. Greg watched as the guard convulsed and fell, he wasn't going to live that much Greg knew. He quickly searched the guards for a key before he unlocked his chains. 

He was free and he didn't care who he had to kill in order to get out of the complex. [i]The Regulars will wish they never fucked with me![/i]