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Mid 20s. Been here a long time, generally only join friend's rps. Constantly tired. Masc nonbinary, preference for they pronouns but he are ok too!

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Maya hissed, trying to hold in the anger inside her that threatened to boil over. Helena’s answer just riled her up more, and Trevor’s had very little effect on calming her down when she was in this state. With no one to go for she spun around and kicked her car again, just to try and take the edge off it.

It fucking hurt.

She was slightly less close to straight out attacking someone when Madison shouted for their attention.

And force once she forced herself to listen.

"Besides, it's not like ya'll haven't seen the weirdest shit already. Who's to say that somebody doesn't have like a disguise abstraction or something?"
Madison


Maybe Madison was right. Maybe it wasn’t Kimberley, but someone disguising themselves as her.

“Whoever it is, they still tried to kill me,” Maya hissed under her breath, fists clenched. She honestly couldn’t give less of a flying fuck about the identity of the attacker.

“Now, I’d find it hard to imagine with the oh-so-cordial treatment I’ve been given. But has your little Coven made any enemies that’d benefit from this? That one gold bitch who joined late seemed to have a bone to pick with the lot of you.”
Penny


Maya flipped Penny off before frowning at what she’d said. “Babylon was there? Hah, things would have gone to shit anyway.” Though she could have done without having a gun held to her head.

Her first thought when a loud amount of buzzing ended with two strangers turning up was, thank fuck, someone to take her anger out on. But of course, that wasn’t the way things went at all. Some bullshit about coming in piece. Right, cause that was so easy to trust.

Isla was shocked out of her stupor by the two newcomers, blinking back on instinct and letting out a quiet yelp as she slammed into a car. Fuck she didn’t need more of a headache. She narrowed her eyes at them, vaguely recognising the girl as one of the people at the meeting. The guy too if the little she understood from what Mariah said was to go by. “Hey, why should we trust ya if you’re with them… or like, were with them?”

Maya was also regarding both of them suspiciously. She didn’t like the sound of this one bit, and honestly wanted to tell them to fuck off… but what choice did they have right now? She also really, really, didn’t like their chances going back empty handed. Fuck. She just really wanted to punch someone.

“Say what you have to say,” she gritted out, arms folded. “And why we shouldn’t just force you to leave.”

As much as she really, really liked that option.







Maya was beyond pissed. She’d been angry before, but that Penny bitch had the gall to tell her that she had no right to go for Kimberley. Oh, how dare she want to go after the person who had <i>tried to fucking kill her</i>.

It didn’t even register with her exactly who was defending her, because for once her anger wasn’t directed at Emily at all. She was glad that someone saw what she did.

“Fuck off with your bullshit about being better than us! She didn’t just put the gun to my head she pulled the fucking trigger. I. Could. Be. Dead. So piss off, I’ll show you what I can- FUCK!”

Maya had been close to just blasting Penny, completely thrown off by the sudden swarm of birds in between them all. She waved her hands as if that would help getting supernatural birds away, lips twisting further downwards (impossibly so).

"Alright everyone, calm down here! This is not helping."
Helena


“Who are you to tell me to calm down?” Maya snapped, hands clenched into fists at her side. It was so hard not letting herself redirect it all at the agent… the only thing stopping her was the knowledge that if she attacked even one of them, their boss bitch would end her life. “Yeah, I have an objection. First of all, what the fuck are you all even doing here. Not that I ain’t delighted to see some of you, but really, what are you doing here?”

“Second, when have you ever done any shit that’s helped us? They’re going to handle Kimberley? Alright, I’m sure they will, because you don’t already have so much shit on your plate that you’re handling just great.

She didn’t care how disrespectful she was being, the fact she was talking to someone who was technically a federal agent… Being told what to do rubbed her the wrong way, especially when she was already incredibly angry. She was in no mood to be told to back down.




Isla stared at the ground, feeling numb. She wasn’t quite sure how to process this. This was the second time that someone she’d just met, someone that tried to help her and others, had died. The other had been much brutal, sure, but this one she maybe could have prevented.

Maybe.

She heard a sob from beside her, slowly turning her aching eyes to look at Mariah. She wasn’t taking it well. Who was? The others were shouting, a noise that crashed against her aching head, and she had no doubt that it was over this even if she couldn’t quite pay attention.

She wasn’t sure what to do, not really, so she cautiously raised a hand to pat Mariah’s shoulder. Was that comforting? She didn’t know, but it was all a bit shit, and it was the best she could offer.
@The Ghost Note








Isla was fairly certain she’d missed something big. Or a lot of big things. For a start, her head was absolutely pounding and her legs barely worked. Having absolutely no shame at this point, she’d parked her ass right down on the ground in the parking lot they’d all gathered in.

Along with that, everyone else seemed absolutely pissed. Definitely not the time to ask what had happened while she’d been drugged up.

“For once, I agree with Emily,” Maya spoke up from where she leaned against her own car, eyes sharp with anger over the whole affair (and getting cockblocked). “Why the fuck did we think trusting some outsider was a good idea? The hell was someone going to just give us useful information? And why the fuck are you still here?”

She turned to Penny with a brandished finger, eyes blazing with anger. “For all we know she was feeding that bitch information the whole time!”

“Hey, Penny wouldn’t do that,” Isla piped up in her defence, as if doing that in the face of someone blinded by rage was a smart thing. “She-”

Thankfully for Isla, and for Maya not getting arrested for destruction of property and murder via soundblasts, the very feds Madison was giving up about turned up. Maya turned her furious gaze towards them, narrowing at the sad expressions they all wore. What the fuck. Whatever they had to say wasn’t going to be good news.

"I regret to inform you that Claudette, she… She didn't make it."
Leon


It took a moment for the news to set in. Isla stared up with wide eyes… confused about how it had even come to that. Fuck, if only she hadn’t drank that drugged cola then maybe she could have teleported them out before shit happened… and saved their leader. Former leader. She wasn’t exactly sad, she didn’t know the girl, but she felt a sinking guilt over it.

“She- fuck- are you kidding me?” Maya gritted her teeth, fist clenching at her side. She spun around and kicked her car, hard. It didn’t make a single dent, because she was weak as shit, but it hurt her foot. Which just seemed to fuel her anger more as she turned back around. “Did no one help her? How the fuck did she… What the fuck! What’s the point in trying to solve our problems if we all end up fucking dead?!”

She hadn’t even been particularly close to Claudette, but it was too much. Their numbers were reducing too quickly. And fuck, if anyone deserved to die it wasn’t Claudette. She’d been trying for all the Maya had rolled her eyes at it. Fuck.

“We can’t just let them get away with this. We’re not going to get any fucking cures from them, so we might as well just destroy them.”

It was an incredibly idiotic thing to say in front of the DENS, nevermind as an idea, but Maya’s mind was entirely clouded by a boiling rage she’d felt since having a gun held to her head. They couldn’t just go back to Tampa empty handed and pretend everything was fine, until the next one of them was murdered.

“Kimberley too.”






Maya was pretty certain Trevor was more terrified than her.

Which was great, because she was the one with the gun to her head. She was completely and utterly fucked. Might as well just accept this was the end and go out dramatically-

Her eyes widened as glowing green tethers cut the pistol into pieces. Before Kimberley could do anything Maya slammed her with the directed sound blast she’d been preparing to use, using the backwards momentum to get her the fuck away from her.

She turned to her saviour with a thank you that promptly died on her lips. She couldn’t quite hear the words Emily said but she was getting good enough at lip reading by now to get the general gist of it… And it was Emily. It was going to be something absolutely bullshit.

“Oh fuck you,” she retorted, far too loudly for the lack of crowd (it wasn’t her fault she basically couldn’t hear). “I didn’t need your help.”

Untrue, but she would rather take a bullet to the head than be saved be her. It would be far better than having to look at her smug face another fucking minute. She was also really regretting leaving her heels somewhere to the side, because they would have been perfect to throw right at Emily.

“Don’t expect a thank you, either, because you’re not getting it.”

She turned away with a scoff, considering sound blasting Kimberley again for the sake of it but deciding against it. Trevor was there, he was technically an agent, he could handcuff her up or some shit.






Things really didn’t go as Maya planned.

She must have gotten too used to idiotic enemies, because she absoolutely did not expect to get body slammed into the ground. And not in a sexy way at all. Normally Maya was all here for someone being on top of her but not in this situation. There was something distinctively terrifying about having a gun pointed at her head.

Likely the high risk of her death.

She went absolutely still, even as her mind went a mile a minute. There was no way for her to use her abstraction. As much as a sound blast might knock back Kimberley it would probably also end up with a bullet in her brain. For once she didn’t just use it right away, or struggle.

She really, really didn’t want to die.

Looking at Trevor, she was fairly certain he wasn’t going to be able to help without her getting shot. Fuck. This was just meant to be a meeting, and then it had turned into her getting hooked up, but of fucking course it ended up with a gun to her head.

“What do you want?” She asked, mostly to stall her inevitable death as opposed to wanting an answer.

She was ready to sound blast at any moment if she was given even the slightest chance to.






It was going so well.

Trevor had grabbed her chin, and it was a bit clumsy, but Maya didn’t care. She closed her eyes as Trevor moved towards her, thank fuck, they were finally going to kiss it had only been far too long of dancing around each other.

A gunshot rang in her ears and she cursed loudly, spinning around to face whoever had interrupted her finally getting somewhere. She was going to give them a taste of a blast of sound-

“What the fuck?!” she practically yelled, eyes wide at the sight of Kimberley of all people running up the stairs. She didn’t get a chance to think, consider any other options, as Trevor grabbed her and got her out of the way.

She appreciated it, because getting crushed to death by club goers seemed a terrible way to go, and running in heels was an absolute nightmare even when being dragged away from someone. But as soon as the fighting broke out she was ready to join. She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes while trying to figure out what to do, and half listening to the one sided DENs conversation she was getting through Trevor.

“The fuck is going on?” she asked, as if he’d have any more idea than her.

As much as she was still pissed at being left outside, she couldn’t just abandon her sisters. She cursed and bent down to pull off her heels, wincing at the thought of probably getting numerous diseases from the floor but also not at all fond of using her abstraction while wearing them. It already threw her back enough.

Her head snapped up, preparing to make a run for the stairs to go up and help everyone. As she discarded her heels, Kimberley came running down the stairs as fast as she’d gone up.

Like hell was Maya letting her get away.

“She’s come back down,” she gritted out, which was all she said before clenching her fists and starting to push through the thinning crowd.

If she could reach her, the first thing she was doing was sound blasting her till she couldn’t walk.







Isla had zero clue what was going on. Honestly, she had no idea where she was or who she was. Everything was swimming, multiplying in a haze of colours that had her eyes hurting. Her throat was so dry from lack of water but she’d managed to misplace her drink. Not that she could really tell where her hands were.

Loud bangs rang in her ears, ricocheting around her mind and causing her head to pound. She slapped hands over her ears and blinked onto the floor, crouching down to protect herself from the shooting colours and loud sounds all around her.

Everything was merged into one now, a mix of reality and weirdness that she couldn’t tell apart from each other. Her drugged mind only had one thought: to get out.

She blinked again, towards the black gap that seemed like a way out, wincing as she slammed right into a fucking wall. This knocked her right back on her ass, head spinning and more giggles spilling from her lips. Wow, this was kinda fun! It was like a crazy obstacle course of flying colours and morphed, terrifying looking people.

Purple sigils glowed around her beanie, shining far too bright in her eyes, as she blinked around the room like crazy to try and avoid perceived threats both real and not. By some miracle she blinked just out of the room before she collapsed from exhaustion.

A light hand tapped on her shoulder, and blearily looked up to see a familiar face peering down at her through the blurs of colours. The fuck? Even in her drug addled mind she knew that she shouldn’t be here. Automatically Isla scrunched up her nose…

… but no nose boop came. Instead the girl just smiled and handed her some weird container. Was it tea? She tilted her head in confusion. “Wha? 'Dessa?”

When there was no response she just shrugged and chugged it. It tasted like nothing to her slightly numb tongue and did basically nothing. She went up to ask Odessa what the fuck she’d just drank.

But she was gone, all that was left was blurring colours and her mind growing increasingly fuzzy.






Maya pushed off the wall when Trevor finally emerged from the bathroom with a warm, if coy, smile.

“Well, my sisters abandoned me to wait outside, so I decided to have some fun here. I wasn’t going to-”

She was cut off from what was going to be a lengthy rant ripping into the other coven members for daring to force her to wait outside a perfectly good club when Trevor grabbed her hand. And she totally did not blush. It was awkward how he asked her to dance, but it was cute and she wasn’t exactly going to say no to the guy she’d been intensively hitting on for weeks.

“Sure, let’s dance,” she said as she let him drag her back properly into the club. She used the crush of bodies around them, people dancing or ogling at the strippers, to press closer to Trevor. She wouldn’t want to lose him, right?

“So,” she started when they found a place in the club, moving her hand out of his so that she could drape her arms over his shoulders (which she could easily do wearing heels). “What are you doing in Miami?”

It was pretty suspicious he was in the same club the coven’s meeting was in, and he was definitely there on DENs duty, but Maya also didn’t really care. If it gave her a chance to get somewhere with him? Well, that was all that mattered.

“Not that I’m bothered at all, if you’re here to keep an eye on us,” she smirked, lowering her voice slightly. “I’m just glad to see you.”

Laying it on thick. It was bound to work, right?







Isla had already taken a large gulp of the coke she’d gotten when she noticed Madison shaking her head at her. Oh, fuck, she probably shouldn’t have drank that… but she was fucking parched from the heat in this place, she wasn’t used to it. And she’d watched them pour the drink the whole time. There was absolutely no way they’d managed to slip something in there.

Right?

She managed to listen to what was being said, only zoning out the normal Isla amount, for a few minutes afterwards. See, everything was fine, nothing to-

Wait, since when were there two Madisons? She turned to look at the girl with wide, completely out of it eyes. The screaming going on didn’t quite reach her ears as she looked around the constantly shifting room.

Fuck, the tiny functioning part of her brain thought. Why didn’t they just give her a sleeping drug?

This was much worse. The whole room was swaying with weird colours, people were multiplying and her head felt like it was buzzing. Or maybe there were bees in the room? She would not be surprised after everything she’d seen. She narrowed her eyes and started looking around constantly, as if she was looking for something. The constant movement had her vision blurring even further.

Her eyes landed on the woman holding up a gun… all three of her. Was it even a gun? Looked pretty fake. It was almost like a cowboy in some kind of old movie she’d watched.

Isla burst out laughing, a sudden giggling fit overcoming her. It was just two ridiculous, having those three comical looking cowboys (cowgirls?) pointing a massive gun at them. The more she looked the more said cowgirls looked more and more like someone right out of a movie. She doubled over in laughter.

"Is everyone a cowboy in this part of the world?" she muttered, voice much louder to everyone else than it sounded to her ears.

Fuck, this was too much. She snorted, mouth suddenly dry as she felt more and more out of it. Not really noticing what she was doing, giggling finally subsiding, she took another drink.
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