**Current Time:** 6:26 PM As the day went by, the superhumans of Black Fall went about their day, they all kept one common location in mind for their destination: the annual Christmas fair. No matter the path they took there, they all would end up there. And several hours later, once evening fell upon Black Fall, the celebration had begun in Arcadia Heights. People from all over the East coast came to this event. Alone, with friends, with family - it all didn't matter. They were here. The sun was going down, and snow still lightly fell. The streets of Arcadia Heights were closed off to cars (Save a few roadways so people can get to and from the location), and so were the stores. What had taken the place of cars were vendor stands, and games you would see in amusement park (Rides, Highstriker, and etc). All lined up on the sidewalks so everyone freely could walk in the street. Fixed above were Christmas decorations and moody orange lights on the power cables. However, the streets of Arcadia Heights themselves were not where the main attraction was. They were in the waterways and creeks that make up the city. Boats that were decorated with Christmas themed decorations were flowing through the rivers. Yachts, Sailboats, and more, were all on full display today. All of which are populated by those wealthy enough to afford them, or generous enough to let other people party of them. These boats were all over the waterways all the way to the Golden River in between New and Old Black Fall. The Golden River was the boat's ultimate destination. Where everyone would be watching. However, because of the high Meta-human presence, there was a just as high NEST and police presence. There was a pair of NEST within every block. Heavily armed, and patrolling. Their objective was to simply deter crime by maintaining a strong presence, and providing a _good_ reason not to cause trouble. They did the same thing last year, and the year before that, with minimal incidents. Usually they bag a few thieves and troublemakers, and stop kids from pranking others. But, the question was... ... Are they ready once a _real_ threat rolls around? --- _Deborah, & Aisha "Newt" Javuant_ **Song:** [Delphic - Colours of the Day](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMYc-7Tp0Ks) --- **5:21 PM** After dealing with Jago and Newt, Deborah simply reclined for the rest of the day. She would have gone back to the Mean Bean, but she felt that she would meet Holly and the others again at the Fair (Well, it wasn't her power). Until the time came to actually go to the Fair, Deborah found herself in the living room. A large room that had such an open design that it was connected to all the other rooms. One sofa was one side, and a TV on the other side. She was lying across the sofa, her legs kicked out. With Jago's black Dre Beat headphones (He wasn't using them, so he better not toss a fit) around her ears. Listening to Jamiroquai and other funk songs by them - at the moment she was listening to You Give Me Something by Jamiroquai. Okay, she admitted that it wasn't the best way to pass time, but she didn't know what else to do right now. She was simply bobbing her head to the beat. But, she hadn't been paying attention - feeling completely safe in her home, after all- since a swift blow to the sofa nearly made it tumble over. "The hell-" She shouted as she had to readjust herself to make sure she didn't fall off. She immediately got up on her behind and looked behind the sofa... Of course, it was Newt. God damn that girl doesn't know how to act sometimes. "Newt..." Deborah moaned, as she leaned over the back of the sofa and inspected the damage. Talking to Newt at the same time, "... You could have said something, you could have kicked the sofa in half, you know...." Deborah gave her younger sister a raised eyebrow. "Oh, I know." Newt smiled. "I just thought it'd be funny." Causing Deborah to sigh again. "You ready to go?" She asked Newt, but before she did anything, she had to see what the hell her younger sister was wearing. Since Newt had a habit of dressing up like a street walker (Lord help this little girl). Actually, for once, Newt was dressed fine... she probably knew what would happen if she tried it. Newt was wearing a black padded winter jacket with a fur muff, and a dark-green shirt underneath it. With black jeans and white sneakers, Newt was good to go. She even had on some jewelry in the shape of two large hoop ear-rings. Deborah herself would go with something else, but that makes two of them. "Alright, let's go." Deborah got up, and started walking towards the door with a skip in her step - grabbing the keys off the nearby nightstand. She didn't need to change her clothes since she was wearing the same thing the whole day, all she did was grab her winter jacket and put it on. Both Newt and Deborah walked out the door towards the car. Deborah pulled out the keys to her car and pressed the unlock button, and Newt went ahead of her and slid into the backseat of the car. Deborah herself got into the driving seat, put the keys in the ignition, and turned the car on. **6:26 PM** "Jesus, the traffic here is shit..." Deborah muttered under her breath. Okay, she realized that she should have came here _hours_ ago. Now she's here, in the middle of traffic, she was jammed in between everyone. It's been more than an hour, an hour! And she's still in traffic. Usually it takes half an hour to get from Westgate to Arcadia, but there was so many cars that she was slowed to a snail's pace. Deborah was inching closer and closer to the Fair - literally. She was almost there. All she needed was a little patience. She should see how Newt is holding up. Yes, she admitted it was a little stupid, but since she was barely moving, she doubt she was going to kill somebody. She turned her head back and asked Newt, "You excited?" Christ, sitting in this car for long periods of time was hard. Sitting in any car was hard. Especially when Newt's so excited and fidgetty. She just couldn't _bare_ to sit down like this. She was lying on her stomach, and that clearly wasn't the last position she'll take. But, once she heard Debby's voice, she raised her head and turned towards her. Of course she was excited. So excited that she wanted to get the hell out of this car already! But, she was polite enough to give her older sister an answer, "Yeah... are we there yet?" She had to ask. That was good to hear, at least this trip will be rewarding. Deborah turned her head straight ahead to view the road, fortunately, it was clearing up a bit and gave Deborah enough room to speed up. While continuing her conversation with Newt, "Yeah, we're gon- _Oh shit!_" She slammed her foot on the breaks, and pounded her fist against the horn, which vibrated through the car. Since Newt wasn't secured properly, she rolled forward into the gap between the two seats. What had caused such a reaction in Deborah? A goddamn black van cut her off and damn near caused her to crash. Fortunately, her reflexes saved her from ruining what could have been an excellent night. The very second Deborah was in control, she snarled, "Now what the hell was that?!" "Ow..." Newt moaned from in between the seats. "Newt? You okay back there?" Deborah asked her, just in case these dumbasses in front of her do something else stupid, she kept her eyes ahead. "I fucking hit my head!" Newt snarled, "Why the hell did you slow down like that?!" "We almost crashed!" Deborah replied, "And why are you complaining, you can heal?" "But it hurts!" "Oh, hey, look where we are!" Deborah decided to quickly change the subject before Newt complains any further. The Christmas fair was in sight, Deborah could see the boats and vendors. Now, all she needed to do was find a parking space. Well, she'll have to settle for one of those parking complexes. They were creepy, yes, but she could be in and out before anyone suspicious gets any ideas. Deborah pulled up to a massive large parking complex, she pulled up into a small booth with a clearly tired man. Deborah had eyed the sign that said that it cost twenty dollars to park here for a few hours. A fair price. Deborah pulled a twenty out of her purse and handed it to the man, whom signaled them to go up ahead. They parked in the corner, not too far away from the entrance. Deborah turned the keys and unlocked the door, and the first thing that Newt did was kick the door open and throw her arms in the air. "Yes! I can finally move." Newt shouted through the complex, which echoed throughout the building. She stretched her arms even further and took a step forward. "Hey, Newt!" Deborah quickly caught up with her, and she pulled out strange plastic pieces out of her pocket. She presented them to Newt, and they were, appropriately, ear and nose plugs. Because of Newt's heightened senses, it might be uncomfortable for her to be in places like this. So, she bought these the other night for her just in case. "I know your senses act up sometimes, I got you these." Newt quickly grabbed them, and put them in her own pocket. "Thanks." She wasn't going to put them on now, but she'll use them when she needed to. Both of them walked out of the complex, side by side, and started wandering the Fair... They were going to head to the Golden River and watch the boats - maybe they'll be able to get on one boat that'll allow people on them. --- _Jago Andrew Javuant._ **Song:** [Zhu - Paradise Awaits](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n01U_lsATkE) --- **5:31 PM** Looks like Debby and Newt have moved on without old Jago Javuant. Their loss. Because the party's just about ready to get started. Jago was waiting in his room (that he just so happened to share with Newt until Debby leaves), watching out the window as Debs and Newt got into the car and drove off to the fair. Pttf. Didn't need them. All they'd do is slow down the J-Train, baby! The second the car had out of the space Jago knew that it was time to kick his plans into motion. His plan? Easy. Sneak out of the house and go to the fair himself. Easy fucking peasy. Fortunately for Jago, his parents haven't "Meta-proofed" the house at all, so it was easy as hell for either of the twins to sneak out. Case in point, Jago whipped his palm straight out at the window and it glowed with a dark-purple aura. And so the window got the same aura. Jago smirked and flicked his thumb, and the window lock snapped to the right. He then raised his palm upwards - and the window followed the motion and was raised upwards, and he was immediately assaulted with the cold, winter breeze. God damn he loves telekinesis! He just quietly made himself an exit. But, before he goes, he has to make sure he has everything he needs. First, his amazing outfit. Jago looked down, just to make sure he didn't fuck anything up. Because hell if he's going to sneak out [i]and[/i] look stupid. Naturally, he looked stylin' as ever. A black jean jacket unzipped to show a white and light-grey checkered flannel shirt. He had on jeans, pulled down a little bit to show the top of his blue and red checkered boxers. He had on a brown leather belt, but he was to make it so that it was fairly loose, and he wore large black combat boots that went up past his ankles, and just looked tough. Finally, he topped off his outfit with a [black Chicago Bulls Ballcap](http://www.hiphopcloset.com/images/products/detail/chicago_bulls_snap_back_basketball_cap1.JPG) and made sure that his dreadlocks weren't caught up in the hat. His head slowly turned towards the mirror and saw that reflection - and hot damn he look good. Ready for a night of superhuman debauchery. Well, all the bad bitches at the fair better prepare their ovaries, because Jago's on the way! Without a second thought, Jago pivoted back towards the window and ran towards it. He used his legs to propel his body forward into a jump as he straightened his body out. As he looked down, he saw the intimidating two story drop. That might be painful, but Jago never feared a little falling ever since he could fly like god damn Superman. A purple aura surrounded him, and as he was coming close to splatting on the concrete, he slowed down, and he did a mid-air roll and landed on his feet, killing that previous moment. Just. Pure. Swag. He slammed his foot behind him, and pivoted his upper body to turn towards the window he left open. He did the same thing as before, pointed his hand at it, and slowly brought his hand down until the window was closed. Again, no one was home, but the one thing that would have made it obvious that he snuck out would be the open window. Fortunately, all he has to do is come back before Debby, or his parents, get home.... Even though he doesn't know where Debby is, or how long it'll take to get there and back. Well, shit. Looks like this plan has more holes than he thought. But it's too late to turn back now! Like a good man, Jago will deal with the consequences later. Eh, it can't be worse than anything he's already been dealt. So Jago will take it like a man! Oh yeah, that big mission to the fair. How's he gonna pull it off? Hm. Walking would take too long. Flying there would be too draining, and too eye catching (Jago's already had been stopped too many times for _walking_ while black, imagine what the police will do if they see him _flying_ while black? Oh God lord, they'd come to kill King Kong.). Uhh.... He wondered if he should just, uh, take the bus? He has a few dollars on him, and he's sure that there'd be quite a few buses heading towards Arcadia. Why not just get on one and keep things simply? He let out a warm breath and saw it was a wisp of air, and slid his hands into his pocket and threw his head down and began a leisure little walk out of his driveway. Didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, after all. He knew of one bus that might go into Arcadia. He felt the snow crush underneath his feet with every second Ah, yeah. After a brief walk, Jago found a nice little bus stop. A glass square surround the metal bench, with metal supports that Jago had no clue what kind of metal they were. He saw a few other people there, but they weren't important. All he did was plant his behind on the bench and crossed his arms. Waiting like a boss. Eh, he wanted to pull out his phone and play a game, but that shit would have been stupid. While he was so fixed on it, some fucker would have came by and clocked him- "Hey, kid," Somebody had the audacity to call the mighty Javuant a "kid", and interrupt his monologuing! Jago turned his head towards the person, and it was some fat white guy. Old enough to be his dad - and that shit nasty. He way too _ugly_ to be Jago's dad. All this bastard needed was a neckbeard and he'd be complete. But, after the fucker got Jago's attention, he decided to continue, "Aren't you a little young to be taking the bus alone?" Of course, he had to run his mouth about shit that isn't any of his business. It was just natural for the white-man to stick his nose in other people's business. That's cool. Because it was just _natural_ for Jago to tell them to fuck off... which would have caused more problems than it would have solved. Especially if this fucker violent. Uh, he didn't care too much, so Jago just came up with a story. "I'm just heading home," He started off, "I was at my aunt's place and I need to take a bus back home to the Dead End." Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. Jago had to swallow his pride in order to say that he lived in the "Dead End" - because that's an insult like no other. But he had to come up with a convincing story - and he was certain that this no name assumed that he lived in the worst crack houses there are, so it didn't matter. "... You know this bus will take you to Arcadia?" Shit. Looks like this guy's gonna be harder to shake off than he thought. "Yeah, I'm gonna get off and take another bus straight there...." Jago would be fine with getting off halfway to Arcadia and walking the rest of the way. Whatever keeps this nosy motherfucker off his back. Fortunately, that managed to shut the bastard up as he faced forward, and Jago let his head drop, putting his lower body in full view. Thank God, a bus came. Just as this stupid schedule said. The bus rolled up on the bus stop, and Jago walked up the stairs and deposited the money. He and the driver briefly traded looks, Jago almost thought he'd tell him to get off at this hour, but he didn't say anything. Unlike round and nosy that followed Jago in. The driver probably thought he was heading to the Fair like everyone else at this hour... and that was _not_ an understatement. This bus is fucking loaded! Almost every seat was taken. Jago hated taking the bus for this god damn reason! Fortunately, there was one seat open just for him. He walked over to it, but a rather foxy lady was standing right behind him - probably walked in right after him. Well, she is good looking. "You can have the seat." Jago said, with a smile. She sat down after thanking him, and, while he had to stand up, he felt a little proud of himself. He wouldn't give up his seat to that fat fuck from before, that's for sure. In fact, Jago scanned and saw the bastard sitting in the back, taking the last seat. Oh good lord, doesn't that guy know anything other than sitting on that fat ass of his? Guess not, or else he wouldn't be fat to begin with. Jago rolled his eyes up into his head and centered his gaze forward... and he wished that there was something in here worth looking at other than a bunch of people. Well, he paid attention to the window and what's _outside_ rather than what's in. And thus, time passed like it was nothing at all. The bus stopped a couple times, but Jago didn't notice. All he was focused on was the destination, baby. **6:26 PM** But then he realized that he was at the destination. And everyone as getting off! Well, Jago started walking off with the crowd - and a familiar face glaring at him caught his attention. Aw, fuck. Looks like he forgot about that story he was supposed to have. Oh-fucking-well. The guy stared at Jago the whole way - Jago knew because he was returning the looks! Lips held tightly together in a grin, but his eyes wide open, all because Jago was holding in the laugher. "Sorry, missed my stop!" He said to the man as he jumped off the bus and ran forward towards the Fair before he decides to toss a fit. The fucking fair! It looks as gay as last year's! But the fun doesn't come from the attractions, and the boats and the other bullshit, it was dicking with the unsuspecting douchebags that inhabit this place, wanking their boats all over the place. Jago stepped into the crowded streets. People from all over were walking up and down this place, and, from an outside observer, Jago was just another body in the mob. Blending in almost perfectly - even though he's the sexiest person here. Where to start....?