[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vdDX5gd.png[/img][/center] Provence, New Jersey that day was an unusual bustle of activity and excitement. The city was never the biggest hotspot for celebrities or political drama, so most skipped it on their road trips across the country. Recently, however, that was soon to change thanks to a small investment made by a man who goes by the name Darius Winters. Mr.Winters was a highly respected investor, and stockholder in many lucrative businesses. He was a tall, dark skinned man who seemed to have a taste for expensive suits, as well as expensive cars. Needless to say, his arrival in Provence shook many people up, including New Jersey’s own personal hero, E.G. Or, as they are actually called, Eris Goodoire a young freelancer who recently found their way to Provence after unfortunate business in their hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. Darius Winters had opened up, and made plans for a small nightclub downtown near what many locals referred to lovingly as the “Trash Heap.” This new nightclub would occupy the space next to the illegal dumping site. Mr.Winters wouldn’t let up about how amazing it was going to be once it finally opened. Eris, along with most of the town, had shown up to an unveiling of sorts. The outside of the building was completed, but the inside still remained to be fixed up. “Ladies and Gentleman of Provence!” Mr.Winters announced from atop a small podium in front of the steps of the building. In his hand, he held a red corded rope that led to the cloak covering the building. “I am so glad you all could make it.” There were a few asserting cheers from the crowd, one of which came from Max Heighnsworth, the local music shop owner and only resident D.J. “Today I show to you New Jersey’s soon to be hottest nightclub…” He pulled the red rope, and the cloak fell away revealing a crazy looking building with multi colored tiles on the walls, and silly graffiti art on the doors. The buildings design was also a little strange, as it looked to be part house, part cassette tape with unruly steel wires spilling from the top like a broken cassette player, and a ginormous band of duct tape with the words “Mixtape” written on it in horrible handwriting. There were a bunch of confused mumumrings among the crowd; Ms.Hazefield the owner of the local flower shop next to Eris’ apartment, asked whether or not the nightclub was really supposed to be some kind of Childrens Museum. “Now, now I know it looks a tad bit strange, but I promise you people from all over are going to come and enjoy themselves at the Mixtape sometime next month!” Mr.Winters promised. [color=mediumspringgreen]“It looks awful!”[/color] Eris shouted over the crowd, which garnered a few grunts of agreement. “Well…” Mr.Winters shrugged his shoulders. “The Mix Tape caters to...the young people. Like yourself! They’re all about retro this, and vintage that.” He waved his hand dismissively. “A lot of you here are older folks, and I can understand why you think it looks terrible. But we can’t dismiss our children’s interests, no matter how terrible it makes their sense of fashion and decor look. It’s all about the artistry, nowadays.” He stepped down from the podium, and since Provence wasn’t known to have a big population, two reporters from competing news stations that everyone watched simultaneously, and that only aired in the tiny town of Provence, came up to him each asking him questions. Eris groaned when they spotted the two reporters because they were recently bombarded with questions the day they showed off their powers for the first time to the townspeople. Kassandra Yuuteki and Kyle Yuuteki were siblings. They’ve been at war with each other ever since anyone in the town could remember. According to Ms.Hazefield, even as kids they were very rowdy and loud with each other, and always holding strange competitions for odd things. “So the Nightclub is for children, you say?” Kassandra asked. Mr.Winters blinked, confused. “Uh...no. Of course not, who would make a nightclub for kids?” He asked. “Yeah, Kassandra. It was obviously a meant to be taken as a sort of metaphor. He called us old, but I’m not even past 24 yet!” Kyle exclaimed. “The Nightclub will be open when you say?” “Um, next month. You must be 18 years or older to get into one, though. That’s the law-” “Such a courteous man!” Kassandra cut him off, excitedly. “Educating us all to keep us safe from the dangers of Nightclubs.” “Now hold on a minute, nightclubs aren’t dangerous-” Mr.Winters argued. Kyle chimed in. “Oh I beg to differ. See, I did research awhile back and-” “I thought we agreed that I was the co-creator of that study?” Kassandra said, pointedly. “Well, yeah. But I am the one who got it licensed under our name, remember?” Kassandra scoffed. “You mean your own name. You just put ‘Study done by Yuuteki’ at the top!” “So? What’s wrong with our last name?” “Nothing, except how are people going to be able to tell that it was made by two people?” She countered. [color=mediumspringgreen]“You two, knock it off.”[/color] Eris decided to put a stop to their bickering before it began. They had already heard the fight over who got what rights over their ridiculous “studies”. “Mr.Winters can talk to each of you some other time, individually.” Kassandra huffed. “You still owe us an interview, [i]E.G.[/i]” She said. “Don’t think we haven’t forgotten. Or at least, I haven’t forgotten.” “I didn’t forget either.” Kyle said, sheepishly turning red. “But, she’s right. We will get that interview, sir.” Eris just shook their head, sighing heavily. “That’s right, missy!” Kassandra said. “That interview will be ours someday.” [color=mediumspringgreen]“I already told you.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]I don’t do interviews.”[/color] They said. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Now shoo, before I plague you with a terrible song that will haunt your minds forever.”[/color] The twins visibly shuddered in fear, remembering the last time when Eris had sicced the horrible tones of Smash Mouth on them for about a week. It took them days to get the lyrics to “All Star” out of their heads. “We...We get the picture. Just...keep that playlist where we can see it.” Kassandra pointed to Eris’ Ipod, a tiny machine that was coated in a vibrant green and red color scheme. The two twins left, giving Mr.Winters their contacts, each one from a different studio. “People here sure are…” He floundered for the words. “Eccentric, I guess.” He looked at Eris, pointedly. “I have heard about you though. You’re Eris Goodoire, correct?” They nodded, smiling. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Yep, I’m the resident freak.”[/color] They said happily. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Though my hero name is just my initials.”[/color] Mr.Winters looked around at the dispersing crowd, most of which had gone home or back to their shops to close down. “This nightclub is a great meeting place. I actually chose Provence to build because I needed to speak to you.” Eris shuffled their feet. [color=mediumspringgreen]“What about?”[/color] They asked. Mr.Winters looked at them seriously. “Are you familiar with a girl named Mindy Diasco?” Eris looked up, surprised. [color=mediumspringgreen]“You...you’re [i]that[/i] Darius.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]Mindy has mentioned you before.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]Not to me, but I’ve heard her say your name.”[/color] They said. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Where is she?[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]It’s been months, and I can’t find her anywhere!”[/color] Darius raised a hand slowly, trying to calm them down. “Well, Mindy is fine, I assure you. She’s at her lab as we speak, working on another batch of Soundria.” Eris jumped back in surprise. [color=mediumspringgreen]“No way![/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]She’s...gonna make more of that drug?”[/color] They asked, slightly hurt. “It’s not going to be for what you think, though!” Darius said. “We’re not making super soldiers, or anything. She cracked what was wrong with it to begin with, and…She may have found a cure to help with the...Surround Sound effect.” [color=mediumspringgreen]“And you wanna know if I want that cure or not, huh?”[/color] They asked quietly. They kicked the dirt with their brightly colored shoes. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Honestly, I kinda like my powers.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]I’m still getting the hang of them but…”[/color] [hider=SURROUND SOUND ACTIVATED: Now Playing “Beethoven's 5th Symphony”....][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOk8Tm815lE[/url][/hider] [color=mediumspringgreen]“If having this drug in me means I can annoy people with Beethoven from a distance, then I think it was a win win.”[/color] They chuckled. [color=mediumspringgreen]“I’m glad Mindy’s doing fine.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]Do you think I can see her sometime?”[/color] Darius nodded, he smiled. “Of course. Eris has told me of your adventures, and your big escape. She did a lot for you, and for that I am proud of her.” He said. “Though...I really wish she had at least consulted me about it. What if Soundria had ruined your life, or something?” He sighed, and shook his head. “Well, that wasn’t the case, it seems. Thankfully. But still, it was a tiny bit reckless going off and making a super drug without telling me.” Eris shrugged and smirked. [color=mediumspringgreen]“She’s a genius, sir.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]What did you expect?”[/color] They asked. ………………… That night, Charlton made a household favorite, spaghetti with hotdogs for meatball substitutes. Eris sat down at the table, a creaky wooden stand in for when they would finally buy a real one. “Please eat it while it’s hot sir, I know you despise cold food.” Charlton said. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Okay, whatever.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]But did I tell you I found a lead on Mindy’s whereabouts?”[/color] They said, shoveling spaghetti in their mouth. Charlton perked up at the mention of Mindy’s name. “You know where she is?” He asked. Eris stopped chewing, and shrugged. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Yes, and no.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]See, I met the guy behind the new nightclub downtown, right?[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]And his name is Darius Winters.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]Apparently, he knows Mindy, and I know he knows Mindy because I heard her say his name...once.”[/color] “That’s...very substantial proof, I guess.” Charlton said. “I mean, I can’t think of any other reason for him to lie, unless he works for the government or something. Maybe he’s trying to sucker you in to do weird experiments on you?” [color=mediumspringgreen]But I’m a local Hero![/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]We see them on the news all the time, busting bad guys with their weird powers and whatnot.”[/color] They objected. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Why me, and not...I don’t know, that giant lady who was rampaging through Atlanta a couple months ago?”[/color] Charlton shrugged. “You’re right about one thing, it seems highly implausible that they would be after you. And like I said, I can’t think of any other reason he would be lying about this.” Charlton said. “We should arrange to meet up with this Mr.Winters in order to set up a meeting with Mindy.” Eris groaned. [color=mediumspringgreen]“I am no good at long distance relationships, Charlton.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]You know this.”[/color] They said, pushing their plate away. [color=mediumspringgreen]“And...we can’t leave New Jersey.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]There are two people we’re looking for, remember?”[/color] “Right. Leila Thompson. British Immigrant, brown hair, unusual bright green eyes.” Charlton listed off the girl’s description given to him by Eris. “And something about always having a...moth nearby?” Eris nodded. [color=mediumspringgreen]“The moth is green too.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]So is the suit she wears.”[/color] They said. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Once we find her, we ask her for that favor she owes me.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]You remember your lines for when we finally meet her?”[/color] Charlton sighed. “Of course not. And anyway, I haven’t been able to spot her around town. And this is a very small town.” He said. [color=mediumspringgreen]“It’s small.”[/color] Eris tapped the table. [color=mediumspringgreen]“But it’s a prime hotspot.[/color] [color=mediumspringgreen]You’ll see why once we find her, she always explains it the better than me.”[/color] “This is no ex of yours, like you said? I still find that hard to believe.” Charlton picked up his plate, and brought it to the trash. “Your ex’s are not known to be the most rational bunch. One in particular comes to mind.” Eris didn’t need him to spell it out for them. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Cassidy is probably over me by now, it’s been like 6 months since we last heard from her.”[/color] They said. Charlton just preoccupied himself with washing the dishes, leaving the conversation unfinished. The two of them would make for downtown in the hopes of finding Darius Winters tomorrow. Seeing Mindy one last time wouldn’t hurt at all. ........... [color=thistle]welp, this is the start of hopefully something I can continue on later on down the line when school starts.[/color] [hider=Tonight's Atmosphere][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGJTaP6anOU[/url][/hider]