[h1][color=plum]Kayla[/color] & [color=red]Henry[/color][/h1]
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Henry stood by the door a second longer as to be sure that no further response was to be made before he let himself in. As he stepped inside, he attempted to look around the room in an effort to locate the source of the motion he had seen before. It was dark in here, his vision wasn't what is was in REM form. He smelt the air, attempting to locate the girl's position. He failed on both accounts. 

"You in here, helloooo?"

"Uuuuuh, hang on, let me try to..." A girl's voice came from the back of the room, near what appeared to be a shop counter. "N-no good, I can't get up. I'm at the back, behind the counter. Don't eat me, please," the voice continued.

Henry followed the sound of the voice and eventually came upon the owner. He had never seen anything quite like how she looked before, so he was genuinely confused at first at her appearance. She looked like she was wearing chain mail scuba gear and generally looked like she was ready to go shark diving. With tubes and tanks on her back for one thing or another. He hesitated at her remake about eating her. "What? No, no. I'm not here to eat you. I wouldn't have knocked if that were the case. You're a zoner, right?" he questioned, moving through the pathway that led to the door she was collapsed on. "Do you need any help? Are you hurt?"

"I d-don't think so, I'm just, uh, really tired. My leg hurts a little, though. What- uh, Who are you?" She replied, eyes still wide.

"It's Henry... Henry Olin. Fat fourteen year old that Nora stabbed with a spork." Henry answered. He stepped forward and reached down, his huge arms wiggling their way under her shoulder blades and knees and then lifting her up with seemingly very little effort. He grunted for a moment and maneuvered her body as he directed her outside of the room and back into the alleyway. 

The girl didn't ask for any further explanation, or say anything for that matter. She actually just looked like she was going to be sick. "Can you, um, can you put me down? Please?" she requested, pointing towards a strange metal box of unknown purpose.

Henry grunted and moved onward in the direction his passenger had pointed, slowly setting her down next to the metal box (which reminded him of an electrical box of something, the kind in front yards) as gently as he could as to not harm her due to lack of respect to his own strength. "You good?"

The girl made herself a little more comfortable. She then said, "I'm okay, yeah. Just give me a minute," as she sat there, holding her stomach. About half a minute later, she said, "I'm Kayla, Kayla Kirby. You said your name was Henry? What do you look like in real life? I don't know who this Nora is."

"As I said, short, fat fourteen year old." Henry said, walking over to the rest of the Aggressor corpse and walking around it, more than likely looking for an area where there was still substance to feed on. He shook his head and pressed his foot into it, taking the off the other arm to gnaw on. "I don't know what Nora looks like either right now. Haven't seen her." Henry said, eyeing the detached limb. "All I know is that she stabbed me with a spork."

"Well she doesn't sound very nice," Kayla said, with a little more confidence now, "Why did she do that?" She stretched a little, and tugged at her mask.

"Eli told her to." Henry replied curtly, stuffing the limb he held in his mouth and just about swallowing it whole. When he finished his action, he stalked back over to the Denizen corpse and, using all of his willpower to ignore the feast right in front of him, picked up the lead pipe he had left behind when he kicked the dumpster at Julian in rage, and brought it back over to Kayla. "It's nice to meet you, Kayla," Henry said. "I don't know what you can do... for me it's pretty simple, but... here. Take this, if you think you'll have any trouble." He said, setting down the pipe next to her. "If you uh... don't like punching or whatever... What zone are you from again?"

Kayla stared at the pipe, as though not sure what to do with it. "I'm from this place, but I've never been to this side of the city before. Can you see the really tall buildings from here? I'm from the part with the skyscrapers," she said. She picked up the pipe, and shook it around, as though testing its weight. Because it was lead, it was heavier than it looked. "Where are you from?" she asked.

"Zone two. The wilderness. I look way different there." he answered. He poked his head out of the alleyway to gaze off down the street and into the distance. "Yeah, I can see some. We're a pretty good ways away though. The Nexus put us on the outskirts of town." he said. "By the way, why were you hiding and why are you so worn out?"

Kayla's blush was visible under the giant, silver mask she wore. "I, uh, I was trying to move this really heavy shelf. I-it didn't work," she muttered the last part. 

Henry looked at her for a moment, his yellow eyes going over her silver clad figure for a moment before he decided not to press the question any farther, being as he'd been in embarrassing situations himself in the past and going past a certain point usually wasn't fun on the other party. "Well, rest up then. You and Julian over here," he said, nodding his head to the man in the street, "Know this place better than I do. Tell me when you're ready to move, and we will."

"I'm ready, I think," she said, hopping down to the ground. She wobbled for a second, then picked the pipe up. "Where are we going?" she said. Henry suddenly held his hand up to silence her and then pointed to the newcomers that were Ursula and Malcom. Henry, having seen both Aggressors and Denizens by now, knew these two had to be on their side. He opened the palm of his hand and waved slightly to them. "Dont shoot or... punch." He said, looking to Malcom's robotic hands. "We're friendly. I got hungry," Henry said, motioning to the charred body and mangled Denizen corpse. "I'm STILL hungry." He continued. "So please excuse the mess." He finished curtly, not really intent on explaining himself any further less the two attack him like Julian had. "I uh... I'm Henry. This is Kayla, and the tall pissy guy in the street is Julian." Henry said, motioning to himself, the silver clad shark tank girl, and then off to the street respectively. "And you two are...?"

[hr][h2][color=red]Miriam Grant[/color][/h2]
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Miriam raised and eyebrow, walking towards him and grabbing the wrist of the hand he had extended to create the small tornado, completely ignoring his legs. She twisted the wrist so the arm was turned and drove her other hand downwards against his elbow, which, with enough force could completely break it. She was not attempting that though more to make a point and cause some pain. With her arm already driving down at the elbow, she lifted upwards, turned her arm one way to pull his body that direction, and then swiftly altering the direction as she stepped backwards, pulling his already off balance, twisted body, and harshly flipping him-throwing him on his side. At most, it would knock the wind out of him and maybe hurt his arm some. If it had been a full on attempt to hard him... maybe not so much.

She dropped his arm as if it wasn't worth her time and took a step back. "Just because you have powers doesn't mean you're gonna be fine all the time. You wanna pick up a six hundred pound goliath or larger with some wind alone? Be my guest, so long as I'm not the one scraping you up when they turn you into a smear on the asphalt." she said, turning grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet... err, tornado legs. In truth she didn't mean this but this was the one place where she could pull off not being weak. This was her one sanctuary where she could appear without weakness and she desperately was latching onto that as if her life depended on it. Then he dropped the bomb. "Yeah, alright. You just stick to remembering this face." She said, pointing to her eyes with her index and middle fingers on her left hand. "Because if you knew me in real life you wouldn't know me for long. Not worth getting attached, you know?" she finished. She ran a hand through her hair, savoring the feeling of the raven black locks that dawned her head. She wished she could have that in life too. She wished she could be normal in life honestly. She, at least until she was about twelve, had looked like she was on track to become how she appeared in the zone until pancreatic cancer and chemotherapy hit her like a freight train.

"I'm gonna teach you to snap a neck and break some limbs. You might be an example if you piss me off. And I love beating on you already." She said, walking over to the ledge of the roof and looking over it. She looked over her shoulder to Jared. "I don't think you ever told me your name. Name's Miriam, as you probably heard one of the others say earlier," she said, turning her head to look back down again. "Meet me on the ground and tell me, if you still wanna tag along." she said curtly, before turning around and giving him the middle finger and falling backwards off the ledge. She fell, no intent on stopping or catching herself, and hit the ground full force, exploding into a cloud of cinders, ash, and smoke, which then circled itself on the red city's street and reformed back into her body, unscathed.

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