[center][color=a187be][h3]Jasmine Debnam-Carey[/h3][/color]
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Jasmine heard a voice approach her. She grabbed her son by his clothes and basically threw him behind herself. She held onto her daughter.
The guy was armed and looked weak. She was sure he'd rob them. If not worse.
Jasmine slowly raised her head and put on a confident voice. 

"You want to put down all your weapons."

Jasmine had a gift. She could make people do simple things by just putting on a certain voice. She had been called a lot of things because of it. Mostly Satan, Demon or Devil. 

Jasmine watched the guy closely. He seemed to want to harmonize but she wouldn't simply trust anyone. 

Once again the woman wished that she wasn't alone. She wished someone was there to give her strength. And she wished she had more skills than making people do simple things. 

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