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I have been to this mythical land and they have a lot of IRN BRU and deep fried mars bars instead.
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I have been to this mythical land and they have a lot of IRN BRU and deep fried mars bars instead.
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If none of you know what we're saying then ask or google it. The britishness is strong in this one.
If none of you know what we're saying then ask or google it. The britishness is strong in this one.
Location: Sienna Hartwell's House
To: Siesie
where's ur house at again? i have a plan
To: Jay (AKA capnflatass)
lmfao how long have we been friends again? middle of New Verona, 24 Rainer St. its the blue house dont let dad see you
Sienna rolled her eyes at the message and tossed hte phone back onto her bed. She flicked through some of the music on her digital clock by her bed to listen to, wondering what kind of stupid idea was formulating through her friends head.
Elsewhere in Verona, Jay was frantically scrolling through Google Maps, trying to find a picture of Sienna's house. It didn't exactly help that he was so tired he couldn't even imagine the place, and he didn't want to be thinking of the wrong house when he was wormholing to it. It would be like saying Diagonally instead of Diagon Alley, and he'd end up somewhere like the girl's bathroom again.
Once he'd found it, he took one last look at his locked bedroom door. It was easy to open, of course, even from the outside with just a bit of jiggery-pokery, and that Jay was going to leave the house and his fate to chance to save someone else's fun he was sure spoke wonders for his moral character. Given how absolutely mortifying the lectures had been last night/this morning, he wondered why he was willing to subject himself to more if his dad opened the door and found he wasn't there.
Oh well, he thought – which wasn't much of one – and teleported straight into Sienna's bedroom, appearing near the window that had been visible on Google Maps. Moments later, a mobile telephone collided with his shoulder as Sienna shrieked out a "OH MY GOD-" and kicked back at the covers in sheer panic.
"Sienna? What's wrong?!" called out the familiar voice of Chris from downstairs, the thud of his feet on the wooden floorboards starting to become louder as he walked up to the bedroom. Sienna lurched forward and grabbed the nearest part of Jay she could reach with one hand. In one smooth movement, she swung the door of her wardrobe open and violently shoved him in with the other, slamming it shut and locking the poor boy in a sea of sweaters, jeans and bras.
And in good time, too; the door to Sienna's bedroom burst open and Chris looked in upon Sienna, out of breath and still in her pyjamas. "What's w-"
"LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" cried out Sienna triumphantly, scooping up an old glue stick on the floor and brandishing it out at her surprised father. There were a couple of long, silent moments between the two of them whilst Sienna waved the gluestick around a little for emphasis, before Chris rubbed at the back of his neck.
"O-kay Sienna, I'm glad you found you-"
"His name is Philip the Gluestick."
"-your Philip. I'll-...I'll leave you to it. Have fun-...sticking stuff." Chris shut the door and immediately went downstairs to express doubts about Sienna's sanity to Jacob, whilst Sienna dropped Philip and wrenched open the wardrobe door. She jolted when she spotted Jay, as if throwing him in with her panties might have made him disappear as instantaneously as he arrived.
Jay had somehow crammed his stupidly tall frame into the wardrobe, but it didn't look comfortable. Hence, almost as soon as Sienna opened the door, he was out like a rocket, having already left a trail of devastation in his wake. There had been something of an avelanche in the wardrobe – something that he offered a sheepishly apologetic glance for but made no effort to fix.
"Yo," he said, taking off his hat and wringing it in his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, like, scare you or anything. Escapes are serious, urgent business, you know?" 'Escapes' also seemed to be all he was good for nowadays, given that school was cancelled because of murder and he was banned from heading down to the skate park, or any other park that could be used for skating, for the forseeable future.
"Urgent, yes, but kind of pointless if the person you're trying to rescue dies of cardiac arrest when you arrive. Any other tricks up your sleeve? Are you going to pull out a hanky chain out of your ass or something?" asked Sienna in horrified curiosity. She had never entertained the possibility of more than one person having a superpower, and thought she had a chance at becoming something like a superhero for Verona. As soon as the initial shock wore down, she started considering a superhero duo - something like Batman and Robin, except much more accident prone.
Sienna shook her head. "It's fine, honest, but maybe a bit of a warning would help." Out of sheer spite, Sienna snapped her fingers and, with a faint humming noise, an exact replica of herself popped into existence right next to her - right down to the pyjamas she was wearing.
Jay blinked, though having seen so many strange things over the last few days – up to and including his ex-girlfriend summoning volcanos like something out of Black & White – that was the sum of his surprise. "Oh. You're one of us. I... may have totally forgotten that not everyone in town is, but good to know I didn't appear next to someone normal."
When on earth did he start saying 'normal' like it was a dirty word? Jay wondered if the power was going to his head.
Sienna couldn't begin to hide the disappointment in her body language. She sulked, shoulders slumping - her clone did the exact same thing. [colour=336699]"Fine. Pee on my parade."[/color] she grumbled, before wheeling around to peer at her copy. "Right then, me, your job is to keep dad and dad from figuring out I'm gone. Think you can do that?"
The other Sienna rubbed the back of her head. "Won't they start to wonder why you're not making any clones anymore?" she asked.
Sienna waved a hand dismissively. "Tell them I started my period, that might throw them off for a week or so." she decided. "As for you, J-man, you need to catch me up with all the goings-on. In case you haven't noticed, I've been locked in my house ever since I started acting up. Chris and Jacob won't let me leave," whilst Sienna talked, she went to the pantavalanche and rummaged through the pile of clothes. "So I've been trying to get out ever since, or just annoy them until they let me out." Sienna picked up a T-shirt and pulled off her pyjama top, getting changed. She briefly glanced over her shoulder. "You look terrible, by the way. Want a painkiller or something?"
"I'm good, I'm good. If I wanted that, I could go and ask my dad-dad for some morphine," he answered, before rubbing at his chin contemplatively. Really, a lot had happened in two-and-a-bit days. Jay turned around to face the wall when Sienna started changing, but he didn't stop talking. "There's at least... sixteen of us with superpowers, somehow related to the creepy eclipse, and I think I heard that the other group was getting chased by someone, so make that possibly plus-one. Jade Taylor went mental and ruptured the earth around Wilcox's cabin and... Well, everyone's out for the count, I think. I'd tell you more, but I wanna see if we can get anyone else to..."
He laughed. "Brainstorm. That would be a cool power name, right?"
"I'm already designing the costumes in my head." replied Sienna eagerly, tugging on a pair of jeans. "God I hope we don't have to do any running, I've only got my heels upstairs, my sneakers are by the door." she pulled on a pair of socks and then slammed her feet into her bright red heels; yes, it was a fashion nightmare, but she was in a hurry and didn't want to be complaining over blisters.
"Hoooold on did you say everyone had superpowers? That's my superhero-team-idea out of the window. Also, out for the count? They're not-...they didn't die, d-did they?" All of a sudden, the prospect of becoming SuperSienna didn't seem nearly as exciting as it did a few minutes before. She briefly checked herself in the mirror. Her clone looked up from the magazine she picked up off the floor and gave Sienna an uncertain thumbs up. "Yeah, don't you lie to yourself, I know it looks crap." she sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Jay, but I can't stay here if everyone's getting hurt. Chris and Jake will keep me locked up forever if they found out. Any idea where we're going?"
"I don't mean dead! Out for the count, like in boxing," Jay said, hurrying to reassure her, though he held out an arm, waiting for her to take it so they could teleport somewhere else. "Also, you look fine." Of course, he didn't have any idea what 'fine' looked like, so it came out totally sincere, unlike the clone's opinion.
"Given that most of our classmates are in the clinic, I'd say there? Playing hide and seek with the nurses and doctors? Anywhere's better than being locked up in your own house." The last bit was said with a certain sense of empathy to it, because Jay knew exactly what that was like – or he would, if he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. "I wanna get to the bottom of this mystery. If I need to break into my dad's office and get the police records, I will."
"Clinic's a no-go, really; I'm not going from my own house to hiding in a broom closet." responded Sienna flatly. "But the school's shut, right? At least, it should be, based on the fact Rachel-...y-yeah, you get the idea. Can't we use that for a while?"
Struck with the sudden realisation that she may be gone for longer than she anticipated, Sienna pulled out her old PE kit bag and started packing spare sets of clothes, socks and shoes. She also grabbed her phone and charger - which prompted an exasperated groan from Sienna II. "Aw, c'mon!" she protested.
"Hey, it's my phone to begin with, shush." snapped Sienna, stuffing it into the bag. As an afterthought, she grabbed the box of painkillers and whatever plasters and antiseptic creams she could find. If everyone was nearly dead, then Sienna wanted to learn from their mistakes. Still, she highly doubted that a couple of asprins will block out any pain from...whatever might be thrown at her.
"Well, all I really want to do is get out of the house. But hey, if you want to find the source of all this, then I'll be glad to tag along - from the sounds of it, I'm probably the only one able to come with you anyway." Sienna turned around and peered at Jay (or, well, his back) with concern. Her voice softened. "Are-...you sure you're alright though? You look knackered."
"I'll be fine. If cars can run on empty, so can I," he said, though it was touching that someone cared enough to notice. He shook his head to concentrate on the ideas. The school sounded good, but it was a murder scene, and probably locked up at the moment. The clinic was where everyone was... and he had to ask someone who had been in the other group what they thought.
Maybe even Alice. "We're going to the park, then," he decided, and wrapped an arm around Sienna's shoulders to take them both through a wormhole, landing them at a morose looking swing-set with a dull metal slide beside it. It was, arguably, the worst experience Sienna had ever lived through; she felt as if she just left all of her internal organs back in her bedroom. She barely had time to register what happened before it got very cold and dark and wet - the moment the pair of them had touched down at the park, Sienna fell flat on her face into the dew-covered grass. She let loose an incoherent gurgle as she tried to stop the world from spinning.
"Lessnot do that again," suggested Sienna weakly.
I want to wrap Fox in bubble wrap and never let him leave the house or get into trouble. Poor kid's too innocent.
So many teleporters. Still, I love Bryce and all his little quirks.
...Seriously I need them Jay and Sienna antics
We need a team name, Jayenna, Siejay, something
We need a team name, Jayenna, Siejay, something
Chris liked to think he was a fairly good person. Quite forgiving, fair and firm and honest, with a loving family. A loving family which he would never allow to come to harm, under any circumstances. He fumbled with the bronze key on his padlocked door, glancing furtively up and down the street. Of course he had been caught up; the kids had just been spotted by the police and he was fairly quick to make sure that his own weren't among the pile of bruised and battered bodies. There was a dull thud of music coming from the very walls of his house however, and this never boded well. Chris took a deep breath, steeled himself, opened the door and padlocked it from the inside.
"SIENNA HARTWELL!" roared his husband from the dining room. "STOP HAVING A TWERK-OFF RIGHT NOW AND GET THE DISHES DONE!"
"BUT JAAAACOOOOOB, I'M ALREADY DOING THE DISHES!"
Chris found himself face-to-face with his daughter in the living room. The blinds were all shut and some new song that she loved was blasting out over the TV's speakers. She was garbed in nothing but a greasy T shirt and pair of underwear, furiously slamming her bottom up and down to the beat of the music with herself, who was wearing her pyjamas. She was also filming it on her phone from the side. In the kitchen, Chris' daughter was sulkily doing the dishes. Chris rubbed at his jaw, walked over to the speakers, and turned down the volume knob as all three of his daughter groaned in unison. "Listen to your father, Sienna. All of you." he snapped, taking the CD out of the DVD player and putting it back in the box.
"Which one?" asked one of the Siennas under her breath. Chris glared at all three of them and they folded their arms and looked at the floor before stomping off to 'do the dishes' as loudly as possible. Chris hoped they wouldn't break another plate this time.
Jacob came down the hallway in his socks and gave Chris a quick kiss on the forehead, his voice barely a whisper in Chris' ear. "She's been a nightmare as per usual," he muttered. Chris was certain that Jacob had a few silver hairs already since the lockdown and he sighed in frustration, knowing what was going to come next. "Look, Chris, I've been thinking; Sienna's a strong wom-"
"Please, Jake, not today. Certainly not today. I just finished my shift and the other affected teens all came back, on death's doorstep. Traumatised, the lot of them. Even Jay." retorted Chris sharply. He wasn't in the mood for this; didn't they know how much he was doing to keep them both safe?
The pash of broken glass interrupted their argument-to-be as both heads swivelled around to the kitchen. "I've got it!" called out one of the Siennas, stooping down to sweep up the shards of glass. Jacob looked over at Chris uncertainly, but the latter wasn't having any of it. He took off his shoes and undid a couple of shirt buttons as he padded up to their room wearily to get changed. Jacob trailed after him.
"We can't keep her forever, hun, she's old enough to look after herself. Besides, wouldn't you rather she was out there with-..." asked Jacob tentatively.
"With who? What's gotten into you? That's our daughter, damnit! The moment people find out what she can do..."
"Yeah, I'm aware of that! And I think our daughter's been around long enough to make her own choices!"
"No, don't change the subject - She's not some alien, Jacob, but she'll end up just like our serial killer; locked up and paraded around like a FREAK!"
Jacob rubbed at his face wearily. "You know I didn't mean it like that, Chris, I love her as much as you do and I tell her that nearly every day. Look. It's been a long day for the both of us." Chris didn't doubt him; ever since the incident, the pair of them had been alternating shifts. One guarded the streets whilst the other guarded Sienna...Chris had no doubt that Sienna was arguably more exhausting than looking after the entire city of Verona on your own. And that was just when there was only one of her, he added bitterly in his head.
Chris' shoulders slumped. "I don't want her getting hurt," he croaked. He was so tired. "The last thing I want, is for any of you to get hurt, I just keep trying to tell her that and she doesn't-..."
Jacob placed a hand on his husband's shoulder, smiling a little. "I'm sure she thinks the same thing whenever you go outside. Listen, if you'd just let her out, maybe we could both-"
"No. No, I'm not having any of it. She's not leaving this house until it all sorts itself out." announced Chris firmly.
Jacob clenched his jaw. "She deserves to choose." He repeated calmly.
Meanwhile, Sienna sat in the corridor outside her room. Once the argument settled, she lifted herself up and went into her room, slamming the door. If there was anything she hated more than listening to her dads argue (a passtime that became more frequent since she revealed her power) it was being cooped up indoors. She heard Jay got hurt, and Rachel-...and Rachel died. She knew she shouldn't be stuck in the house.
"I'm gonna go mad talking to myself. You, you, and you - get lost, I'm done. Need time to sulk." grunted Sienna. Immediately, the three clones burst into particles of light and disappeared, leaving the original sprawled out in her filthy room, staring at the ceiling. It was late, so she scooted along on her back and crawled into bed, shutting her eyes.
Next thing Sienna knew, the sun had risen behind the curtains without telling her. She felt lethargic and sullen, and she thought over what she was going to do. Her hand reached for her phone.
TO: Jay (AKA capn flatass)
stuck under house arrest man, the army of dad has spoken adn i gotta get out pronto. I need accomplices. You in?
. . .
Sienna put her phone aside and waited for a response. Not like she had anything better to do today anyway.
Jesus Christ you all post quick. Damn American time zones. Been chatting to the big man about it and Sie is buddies with Jay first and foremost, but Sie's got lots of friends, so it'll all work out with Ali and Kata too. Midway through typing my intro post!
It's not as if I'm salty over waiting.
Anyway, let's get down to business, shall we? Any fine ladies or gentlemen want to be friends with my beautiful sassy child, or am I going to have to fling her at you until you tolerate her?
Anyway, let's get down to business, shall we? Any fine ladies or gentlemen want to be friends with my beautiful sassy child, or am I going to have to fling her at you until you tolerate her?
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