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The Runaways

Lia & Andy

Location: Outside of the Motel - Grocery Market - Kitchen/Patio of the Motel
Interacting With: @Roosan Andy
Mentions of: (In order of appearance) @MiddleEarthRoze Mia, @Silent Observer Tish, @Liriia Glo, @McHaggis Jay, @Undine Cody, @RedxCross Malcolm

Lia was spurred to awaken by the trails of light that gently danced upon her cheek, sneaking in through the cracks between the blinds of the dingy motel room. She could feel breathing on the back of her ears. No doubt Mia or Tish got cold last night and huddled up behind her during the night – sharing beds was a bit of a necessity in a two bed eight people kind of situation. Sharing heat was even more necessary during the cool nights without the heater in the place working.

Lia rolled onto her back and the mystery big spoon was revealed to be Mia after all. She gently sighed and pushed some of her hair out of her face. The light made the red in her hair look more like an orange than the usual fiery red it typically looked like. She thought about going to sleep but she was prodded awake by the idea of food.

If you don’t make it for them, they might miss breakfast. Up she got.

Lia, upon entering the bathroom caught a glance at the alarm clock – 6:18. She still had time before anyone woke up. She quietly got into the shower and turned on the cold water to about half of its maximum potential. Lia, because of her somewhat limited control over he own temperature could take really cold showers which was helpful for a motel room that had about as much hot water as Nunavut. She quickly stripped and found herself relaxing for a few moments, but she made sure that it would not be too long. She was on a relatively strict timer after all.

When she got out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and quickly but quietly went back into the bedroom, grabbing her duffel bag and pulling it back into the bathroom like someone trying to hide a body.

"Alright, we going with T-shirt with sweats, or sweater with jeans today?" Lia said to herself lamenting her lack of clothing. She quickly picked out the optimal pair, the sweater with sweats. When she was dressed and ready to leave she quietly tip-toed around the sleeping friends, noting Glo was still beautiful even mid-sleep. ’How is that fair?’ She wined silently. She nearly stepped on Jay, he somehow ended up on the floor in the doorway - kind of half sprawled out.

When she made it out the front door she paused, a young boy stood there – a trail of smoke rose up from where he was.

"Andy, you been having trouble sleeping?" She said approaching him and gently tilting her head to the side on the shoulder farthest from his cigarette as a sign of affection.

"Tish snores like a hippo, I would've had trouble listening to music let alone sleeping.” Andy responded, some steel in the boy’s voice. She could hear the lack of sleep ringing through it, obviously he’s been thinking too much.

"Here, I’ve got a light." She said quietly noticing immediately when the cigarette became unlit after a noticeably cold gust of morning wind. She pulled the zippo lighter from her bra and lit it expertly. The flame danced in front of her face as she lit the cigarette, now she had to close it.

For a brief moment, it was as if she was tempted to control the flame, to use it… Probably nothing.

"Thanks.” Lia shook her hand gently, as if to shake off any thanks. “Could use some company for the grocery store, wanna come?” She said warmly.

“Well, it's no breakfast at Tiffany's but it's the best offer I've had so far this morning.” Lia smiled and without any more words between the two new parents they walked off to buy their six kids some eggs.

“So, we haven't talked about the Christmas party yet. Not properly talked, I mean." Andy murmured as they passed a haggard looking man in a suit and tie.

“I know... It just doesn't feel like a good idea, y'know?”

"Yeah, I suppose. I know it's difficult to think about but it's better to light a flame thrower than curse the darkness, you know? So I thought I should come clean about something before the others are around and listening; I know about your powers."

Lia heard the words ring out through the morning air and found herself feeling a similar sensation. The feeling of looking down a great height, atop a building or bridge. The feeling that starts in your feet and chases your pulse through the rest of your body. She glanced at Andy, he was diplomatically not looking at her or taking in her reaction, just taking a deep drag and gazing at the early morning sun. After a few moment's respectful silence, he spoke again.

"And that's not all. When we were all leaving, I decided we'd better have some insurance. So I grabbed as many of the files and dossiers that would fit in my bag before we left. I've been looking through them while I'm on my own and I've got evaluations on each of us except Cody, Mia and Malcolm, as well as a bigger one on what they're planning for the future. It's not pretty."

She took a second to think about what he was telling her. “Do you have another cigarette?” She asked quietly, retrieving her lighter from her coat pocket. Andy hastily retrieved the packet from his pocket, slid one out and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she responded - sounded somewhat absent-minded but she was more focusing on what they're next steps had to be. Surely this meant that they had steps to take. “We'll look at them tonight after I get home from work together, we can make a real plan then. Does that sound alright with you?” She said flicking the lighter open at the side of her body. She brought the cigarette to her lips and in an instant a small trail of flame fled the lighter brushing past the cigarette. She took a long drag.

"Of course, whenever you're ready. And Lia, don't worry about the powers, okay? I'm not going to tell anyone you don't want me to but, for the record, none of them will think of you any differently if they know."

“Thanks Andy... It's just.” Lia paused and pursed her lips momentarily debating whether or not to continue her line of thought. “People like me, my abilities only hurt. They don't help people. I don't think it'll be well received that's all.” Lia said quietly as if she was under the impression someone was listening in, of course she wasn't but when your parents were practically Bond villains it helped if you were careful.

"We'll just see about that. Even if we decide just to ride off into the sunset, I imagine that your powers will help us before this chapter of our lives is over."

“These are going to be a long few months, huh?"

"Only if Malcolm keeps glaring at me every time I smoke and Tish insists on I-Spy every time we drive." said Andy, deflty deflating the tension with a bad joke.

The market was always stressful, but when they went this early it was typically only a single tired teen who was opening, certainly not someone who was on the lookout for the kidnapped kids. Besides, when Lia went out in public she made sure to wear her bigger jacket and keep her head down, not really responding unless necessary. Strategy worked so far, but if it wasn’t the morning – Tish would have to go out.

She grabbed a carton of eggs from the display and opened it, feeling around – some seemed to be rotting so she close the carton and placed the eggs in a less accessible spot, picking up another. This process lasted about five minutes until she found a carton that would satisfy her needs. She didn’t have too much money – so Orange Juice was out of the question, especially since she’d have to save nearly her entire second pay check in order to afford the motel room each day. She put the carton of eggs in a small basket walking to the teller.

No problems there today. She and Andy walked back, discussing things but not to enough depth to make any progress on their predicament. It was clear they both shared an opinion on what their situation was. Wait for their parents’ retaliation. Lia had started this war when she took off with all of their kids. Now she was ready for hell to be brought down upon her, but they were a family now and anyone who went after her kids would get burned, severely.

Andy decided he’d wait on the patio for a little longer while Lia cooked dinner. She spent a few minutes cleaning a frying pan before turning the stove on and beginning to crack the eggs. She figured scrambled would be the best option without any bread, and thusly that was what she prepared.

Before long the eggs were ready, and so too was the day. She prepared the scrambled eggs next to some plates so that everyone could help themselves as they exited the room. She kept the stove on a very low heat – just to keep the eggs warmer as they awaited the hungry mouths of the kids.

Lia herself took a seat on the living room coach, she still had about an hour or two before work started so she was able to relax for a little while. As a part of her daily relax-plan she immediately began to plan how she would defend the other kids if her parents came. Her parents didn’t have any abilities with control over her own, though her father would be near impossible for any of them to defeat in single combat. She would need to make sure Glo had her back if they showed up.

Lia let a sigh escape her lips as she collapsed backwards onto the couch.

“What have I done.” Her New York accented voice said disdainfully.

"What you thought was best." Came Andy's voice from the kitchen, just loud enough to carry over the sounds of the others stirring from their slumber but not so loud they'd hear him.

Lia looked towards Andy and mouthed the words 'thank you'. She was glad she had him on her side.

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The IC - Current Date/Time: Early morning - January 2nd 2016

– 26th of December 2015

• The Runaways discover the dossiers and run.
  - 27th of December 2015 - January 1st of 2016
• The Runaways travel to San Francisco
  - 2nd of January 2016
• Lia's Birthday
• Start of the IC

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Bianca twirled the gun in her hand restlessly. It's safety was turned on so there was no worries of it going off, it was more about having something to fidget with. "Yeah I can wake her up." She said not taking her eyes of the lion that slept blissfully in their car. She rationalized it as Vitoria not deserving to be asleep during her kidnapping. The Faunus sat still, first, reclaim your breathing.

She began to think to herself, get herself out of her won head. 'You can do this, breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Count to five, on five you're doing it.

Bianca motioned to Gratia and very clearly took the silence off of her weapon. She turned to Vitoria, taking her seat belt and facing the girl for the first time since she had broken her rib cage.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five." Bianca put the gun firmly facing upwards on the girl's chin and began to lightly slap Vitoria's face.

The girl began to spur awake. "Bianca Fucking Nuit. What the fuck am I doing back here and why the fuck are you in the front seat." It sounded as though she may have also broken her nose, that was too bad.

"And you, you-"

Bianca's gently slid across the safety, just in case - only Gratia would be able to see that. "That is enough Vitoria. I don't want to hear any more out of you, understood?" Shes said, her grip on the gun underneath her oppressor's chin made celar once more.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch I'm here so I matter. You don't drive out in a van to kill someone." Vitoria said loudly.

Bianca wanted to remove her ability to speak, that would make her own life easier. But alas, she would have to wait for Gratia's oka-

"Hahahahahahahaha

hahahaha

hahAHAHA

HAHAHAHA

You should see what you look like, where are your fucking wings now you stupid bit-"

The gun found itself firmly planted in Vitoria's mouth, the trigger gently but notably caressed by Bianca's finger. "Truth be told, you're only alive because we think you'd look worse in a prison jumper than a coffin, but we can make alterations to that plan I think." She said, her tone was unlike any she typically possessed - it was much more akin to the one Gratia typically spoke with.

She gently took her right arm and tapped Gratia's thigh three times, her finger was steady, calm even. In order to signal that she wasn't going to kill the Dodici bitch. That it was Gratia's turn.

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@MiddleEarthRoze

Yeah decided to go with some French because of Mia's liking of music sung in not English!

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@Liriia

It's you guys who made it so great! ^^

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OKAY.

Relationships

Ophelia Beauregard

Tish
_{“With her big black boots, long brown hair”}
"Tish is between a rock and a hard place. On one hand her relationship with her parents wasn’t the greatest, on the other what happened, happened. I honestly don’t know how she’s taking it."

Tish is wonderful to have around, she’s the heart of our group without a doubt. Always willing to spill into anecdotes about one thing or another, sometimes talking about the clouds – other times starting up games of Eye Spy on the road. She’s important to us. I don’t think she likes it when I become all rulesey and whatnot, but I guess she probably respects the situation enough. I remembered once we got to the hotel and I saw some amount of normalcy that her birthday is coming up. I’m going to do something for her, maybe get her something – I think that’s important to keep that level of connection.

She’s ridiculously useful though. Being a shapeshifter couldn’t be more relevant when you’re out on the run. We have to use her for the most part – going through motel officials stuff like that. But I haven’t been recognized just yet, all things considered I’m pretty lucky for that. Still, I’m going to get her a birthday present myself – I really think it’s important for her to know that we really appreciate her there.

Luckily she hasn’t had to see my… Fiery side I guess? I’m really awful at this kind of thing. I’m… More than a little worried about what everyone is going to think. I don’t know what they know already about my abilities but I haven’t say anything really. I don’t plan on it. I really don’t know how they’re going to react but usually when you find out you ran away with a mutant you call a hotline or something. I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking it.

I guess it helps that she’s cute. I don’t know though, I can’t afford to start developing one-sided crushes right now. I have seven other people to look after and I’ll rot in hell before anyone touches a goddam hair on her, I mean.. Their head. So I don’t think I have any time. Nor do I think she would have any reason to be interested either, I mean Jesus I must be a mess. Still, I doubt I’m ever going to meet someone who knows what I’m going through better than her – so there is that. God I need to stop talking.

_{“She’s so sweet with her get back stare.”}

Andy
_{“And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine, and I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind.”}
"Andy is a huge help. The guy is a genius so it’s really nice having someone to help me keep everyone on the up and up sometimes. Sometimes he can come across as the generic smart kid in the Jeep when he starts a monologue about something he saw in the distance or something he had heard. But he’s a really nice guy, from someone who knows what it feels like – he cares a lot. It’s nice."

Andy is impossibly helpful when it comes to the other kids. I still don’t even know what I’d do without him there. We kind of act as a unit, like the gay parents of this ragtag group of people. If I’m not mistaken we’re the ones who supposedly kidnapped the rest of the kids so that should mean that we’re basically responsible for what happens to them.

As stupidly obvious as it sounds, I think he’s taking this whole thing pretty poorly. I mean, don’t get me wrong – so am I. But, I think I’ve accepted it. I don’t know. You catch people in their silences though and I know how much he must be hurting. I think I should do something for him soon. I’ll have to figure out what he’d like. Something that would cheer him up just a little bit. I have noticed something a little strange though. Talking to him is kind of like talking to a cop. He feels like he’s leading you a little in conversations, but its not quite the same. Whereas a cop will definitely lead you where they need you to go – he kind of leads you where he think you might want to go? It’s hard to tell. But I’ve noticed it.

Other than that it’s been nice. He’s been riding shotgun with me, I don’t mind to take his driving shifts over – originally we were going to swap, but he was as pale as a ghost when I handed him the keys so I just kept driving. I don’t mind though, highways have a certain sense of beauty about them and he keeps me awake with quiet conversation.

_{“And in the morning I’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind and I’ll be holding all the tickets, and you’ll be owning all the fines.”}

Jay
_{“My father was a gamblin’ man, down in New Orleans.”}
"What can I say about Jay that he hasn’t said about himself? Really though, he’s a great joy to be around which is nice all things considered. Always cracking jokes and easy to talk to about anything. What I kind of took away from when we first decided to run away was that in that moment Jay made a decision to stick with the rest of us for the rest of his life."

Jay makes running away from everything you know a whole hell of a lot easier. When you’ve got someone who is as incredibly loyal as Jay is, which is to say he’s loyal to a fault, it makes it so much easier. He’s funny, when he’s awake while we’re driving he’s awake and he’s talking and making jokes singing along with songs, and then in an instant – he’s out cold. It’s kind of adorable if I’m being honest.

He kind of reminds me a little of an idealist form of myself. So confident and comfortable with what he’s doing at any given moment. Don’t get me wrong I’m doing everything anyways, but it almost feels like he feels as comfortable running away as he does watching Sunday morning cartoons in his PJ’s. His birthday is coming along pretty soon, February 18th. I wrote them all down before we left. I’m not really sure why, it just felt important to me that we make sure to not forget to enjoy our lives. As soon as our parents manage to take joy from us, that’s when we lose and they win. I think that’s why Jay is so important.

He’s the smile of this group. For a kid that seems to channel his inner anarchist he sure does have a lot of love for this world in general.

_{“Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and trunk. And the only time he’s satisfied is when he’s on, a drunk.”}

Amelia
_{“Menaces de partir parce que je hurle quand tu chantes te souvenirs – Threats of leaving because I scream when you sing your memories.”}
“Amelia is like my little sister. Even though we only became that way a couple days ago she’s braided my hair at least three times since we began the road trip and she’s always so full of… Life. It’s really wonderful, she’s just wonderful.”

In all honesty Mia is a huge part of the reason I’m able to keep going. She kind of inspires you to take of her in a way, you spend five minutes with the hyperactive ball of goofiness and you just want to see her through this mess. Make sure she has a new home and she isn’t hurt anymore. I’ve seen her take some medication a few times that is kind of worrisome, I’m not sure we’ll be able to get her anymore when she runs out. I’ve been thinking about that a lot. I’m going to have to find out what kind of medication it is and see what I can do. I don’t want to have to rob a pharmacy… But maybe I can get Tish to do it.

I think that Mia is probably one of the more innocent members of the team, save for Malcolm obviously. She, Tish and Malcolm are the three youngest and have been painted as the kidnapping victims as kidnapped by Glo, Andy and myself. Not sure where that puts Jay but I guess we kidnapped him too. She’s a human from what I know sot that means she can’t really contribute to defending everyone but I wouldn’t want her to either way. I can’t even imagine letting her stand up against our parents before I do. But, at the same time, I really don’t want anyone to know about my abilities. Especially her. I don’t know why but I think she’s started to kind of look up to me.

People don’t look up to people who can mould fires with their minds. Might make her think twice about the burn marks on me.

I guess you could say that in a way Mia is the fuel for our team. She’s always singing along with the radio and swearing up a storm talking about how goddam much she’s craving some fucking chocolate. Stuff like that. But I think she’s just looking for a rise out of me. She has a kinda… Curvy figure, I try to ignore, she’s way younger than me. I don’t have curves like that goddammit.

Ah well. I love her voice, southern accents are wonderful.

_{“Eh bien chéri, prends donc la porte car tu said que plus rien ne me va – Really dear, take the door therefore because you know that nothing goes with me anymore.”}

Malcolm
_{“There’s faith, and there’s sleep. We need to pick one please”}
“Malcolm’s situation is really hard. He’s one of our youngest, constantly apologies – the guy’s whole world has crashed around him and now he’s running from it. It’s just a really, really tough situation.”

On one hand, Malcolm is definitely the nicest member of our group and has a really strong sense of what’s right at what time. But on the other hand, he folds in on himself, his smile his as reflexive as his eyes and he seems incredibly self-aware. You catch these looks of self-chastising in the rearview mirror that I’m pretty sure don’t come out when we’re talking face to face. Because of this I try to throw him a bone every so often, give him the choice of music, small stuff. There’s not much you can do while you’re on the road unfortunately but I try to do it anyway.

He’s actually really kind and somewhat charming though, he’s got this real sense of loyalty that kind of just goes unspoken. Of course, you feel the loyal part of people in times like this, but it’s still reassuring to feel it all the same. I haven’t had to use my abilities since we’ve been on the road but at one point on New Year’s Day where we were making considerably less progress – most likely because of traffic I caught him looking at one of the burns on the back of my neck. He wasn’t judging me or anything like that, but it seemed to bug him a lot.

While I don’t think that Malcolm would ever suggest the idea of stopping our parents from doing… Whatever the hell they’re trying to do to the world, I don’t doubt that he’d be the first to agree with the plan. I really don’t.

_{“Because faith is to be awake and to be awake is for us to think and for us to think is to be alive.”}

Gloria
_{“A million shards of glass that haunt me from my past as the stars begin to gather and the light begins to fade.”}
“Nothing beats Glo’s cooking after a long day on a shitt- sorry crappy road. It’s weird that a lot of the others think of me as a motherly kind of figure when she’s so motherly herself. I think some people think she’s rude or something like that? To me she kind of just comes across as really sure of herself, of her point of view. We need that now more than ever.”

If there was ever a more helpful person in existence than Gloria, they would be heralded as a lord and savior. While friendship with Gloria has a bit of a learning curve, and it is steep – but so incredibly worth it. It would be difficult for someone to find a more loyal person to befriend. Though I have to admit, I’ve been staring a little too much. She’s just absolutely beautiful, she has this sort of thing about her that’s so natural and effortlessly wonderful. I’d like to spend some time with her but I don’t want to bug her. She’s only a year younger than me but for sometimes I still feel like it’s my job to look after her. After all, I found the dossiers and if I didn’t she’d be with her family and her family was close.

She’s pretty fond of the jeep, which is pretty sweet. When we first set out she was always asking questions about it and taking a look underneath the hood. I actually already miss that, it gave me something to talk to her about. That’s probably the worst part of this whole situation. We all have something in common with each other, but it’s our parents. No one wants to talk about that. She seems to respect the fact that I’ve taken a small job cleaning in the motel, I get the feeling she might try to find a job as well but honestly I’m not sure.

What I do know is that she takes pretty great pictures with her Polaroid. She’s always got it on her so that’s been a nice distraction, looking over any photos she’s taken so far. I should probably get her some film soon. She has this really cool accent, though I guess she probably doesn’t like it as she doesn’t enjoy speaking English very much.

I think Glo is easily one of the most interesting people I’ve ever had the pleasure to talk to though. I really have a great time when we’re chatting in the motel or driving on the highway.

_{“When all hope begins to shatter know that I won’t be afraid. If I risk it all, could you break my fall?”}

Cody
_{“Hold, hold on, hold onto me ‘cause I’m a little unsteady, a little unsteady.”}
Cody is strange in the way that he’s completely normal and at the exact same time very abnormal. He owns a ton of plain sweatshirts and jackets and graphic tees most of which are blue and from what I know about his at home life it was good but not great. But if he knows something is wrong he will fight it and be rather immovable on the subject. That’s rare, and I really appreciate it about him.

Cody can be a little uneasy sometimes, we haven’t fought much but at the beginning when something got heated he was kind of the mediator of those arguments. Other than that though it’s actually pretty rare to hear him speak up. That doesn’t mean he isn’t listening though, he’s keen on making sure he can do just as much as anyone else and help out when I or anyone else needs it, he’s just a little more introverted. In the same way, he looks like he could be any of our little brother. Whether it’s the physique – though he’s taller than me, or it’s his warm gentle demeanor – I’m not sure.

Cody and I have yet to talk as much as I’d like. He doesn’t like not having a plan and he seems to appreciate the idea that I knew exactly the motel I was taking everyone to and the amount of time it would take for us to get there, how many days I’d have to drive for and how long each of those sprints would be. I’m glad to have his support, but I feel like if I had just randomly decided on a motel he would’ve definitely objected and told me to look at more than just one It’s good to have someone like that though, It makes sure that even in the worst situations you won’t make too many mistakes.

I think his abilities must be pretty difficult to deal with. I mean, I haven’t slept much at all recently because I’m afraid I’m going to burn down the motel, but he could be walking down the street and just collapse. Glo carried him in her purse once. That was strange to see, let alone think of so quickly. Overall, I think Cody is a great addition to our little crew. Not only he does he bring consistently good morals to the table but he’s actually pretty funny sometimes too.

_{“Mama, come here approach, appear. Daddy, I’m alone ‘cause this house don’t feel like home.”}

I finally finished the relationship sheet and added songs for everyone, as for the sheets themselves as always if you dislike the song or how I characterized/put something in the sheet PM and we'll work to correct that ASAP.

The small surprise is in the form of an RP 8tracks playlist! All of the songs mentioned in sheets so far are located there and are sorted by character they pertain to. The order is random as I'm lazy so have a listen if you're feeling bored! I'll link it to the front page as well, and update it if any songs get added (please pm me if they do).

Other than that I will be working on an IC post this weekend and it is my hope that we may begin on Monday. Have a great weekend everyone and thanks so much for such quality characters!

EDIT: I forgot to link the damn playlist.

Come on Write:

8tracks.com/writewrotethis/the-runaways

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Finding songs for you lot is officially difficult so gr.

Five left though and then a nice little surprise!

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@Roosan

I adore it!

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@Roosan

You nailed it the first time around methinks.