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"Yes mother! I've got everything I need!"[/color] Arken called out, running down the granite spiral staircase that led to the main double doors of their ancestral home. In a wooded area in upstate New York, there was no way the Stones can afford such an estate in their current economical situation. Luckily for them, the home was built in the early 1920s, made to be palatial, even by the gaudy standards of the Roaring Twenties. 

The Stones, leveraging their latent talent to manipulate things of the earth, made a name for themselves as the premier stonemasons of the age. Crafting buildings of awe and splendor for those who could afford them. The skills of which were made to be on display within the Stone Estate, as it is known. The solid granite staircase with inlaid gold trim. The intricate patterns in which the stones were hewn into the floor. The grand columns that lined the halls. All of which seemed like a marvel of craftsmanship for the time. Of course, there have been updates to both the internal and external structure of the building, to keep up with the ever evolving technology of the times. The fact remains, the estate was fit for a family of their standing.

With the door slamming shut behind him, Arken tossed his plain sand-colored backpack onto the front his of his [url=https://cka-dash.s3.amazonaws.com/099-1019-SCO5095/slider1.jpg]open-air Jeep Wrangler[/url], hopping through the open front door, or lack thereof. Clipping on the seat belt, the key turned and sent the oversized engine into a frenzied roar. Two dull clicks, as Arken set the car in gear and took off for the event du jour.

On the radio, soft melodic voices swirled, singing of whiskey and morphine.The wind in his hair, the sun on his skin, everything felt right. Of course, this was his initiation. Through previous meetings and family events, he had met most, if not all, of the initiates this year. Should be a decent social event, he thought to himself.

Absentmindedly reaching into his backpack, he took out a bottle and drank from it. The water flowed freely, and the cooling sensations quickly filled his mind. Within some moments, Arken made it to the previously disclosed location. Haphazardly parking his car, he hopped out and slung his pack over his shoulders. As he approached the gathering crowd, he surveyed the groups present, to see if anyone he'd care to interact with are present.

[color=BFA658]"Ah. Good. I see Charles, Dak, SumSum, Rowan, Calypso and the usual gang. Should be fine..."[/color] Ark thought to himself as he approached the group. Tugging on the tail of his grey t-shirt, he made somewhat of an attempt to fix up however he was looking at the time before giving up all too quickly. Overall, his hair flowed freely, his shirt was free of wrinkles and his jeans sat a little too low on his waist for the time being. His shoes though, were clean and neat enough.

[color=BFA658]"Gang, fret not. For Arken Stone has arrived and the party can now officially start. "[/color] He proclaimed in a matter of fact way. [color=BFA658]"Kidding. How is everyone?"[/color] Noticing the random bits of food and smells everywhere. [color=BFA658]"It seems like they actually cared enough about the event to cater some food. Seems nice."[/color] He made a small quizzical scowl, analyzing the food. Of course, before proceeding any further, as it was customary, [color=BFA658]"[i]Charles.[/i]"[/color] Arken said, to the red head in the group. 

His attention fluttered to and fro, lazily scanning the surroundings. Someone caught his eyes. [color=BFA658]"Who. Is that? There?"[/color] He motioned with his chin in Hana's general direction. [color=BFA658]"She new? Or...do I just not remember her name?"
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