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I always did struggle with the concept of, well, concepts.

@Silent Observer

I nearly spat my drink.

Project Olympia

Wouldn't mind giving this a whirl, I've got the time now that I'm on break and out of the ol' job. Sign me up chief.

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@Liriia

Awesome! ^^

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@Roosan

Oh! Well I mean I'll leave it up to you to how you interpret your character's very own brand of Stockholm syndrome!

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@Roosan

Well given @McHaggis's beautifully written up relationship sheet - I have to guess at least Jay will go off on his own at some point.

Also time skips! God knows I don't wanna write weeks worth of Lia cleaning!

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@Silent Observer

Can't wait to see what you can do when you have the time! ^^

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Well I am ecstatic with the posts from today! Great job so far everyone you are all lovely people. [@MiddlEarthRoze] I'm looking forward to your 'ship sheet!

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Ophelia Beauregard

Location: Kitchen/Living Room
Interacting With: @Liriia Glo, @McHaggis Jay, @MiddleEarthRoze Mia, @RedxCross Malcolm
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Lia almost began to nod off as she heard someone enter the room, it was Glo. She immediately began to fix herself up, adjusting her hair slightly. She and Glo had a good relationship, in fact they were able to confide in each other relatively well. However, after finding out that Andy was aware of her abilities she felt like she wanted to recede a bit more than anything. There was something about knowing someone else knew you were a mutant that was quite the depressant. She also hadn’t smoked for some time now, it must’ve been a year and a half at least. Damn it girl. Glo snapped her it out of it though.

“Oh totally, have as much as you want, just make sure there’s enough for the others.”

She watched as Glo helped herself to some eggs and before she was able to take a seat Jay came out as well. She let a frustrated noise rear its head as she pushed her hair out of her face and fixed her sweater that had scrunched up revealing her midsection. She leaned backwards once more when Jay told everyone that he had slept poorly. She had a feeling that wouldn’t stop anytime soon. That many people wouldn’t be sleeping well at all for any amount of time, Lia had no idea how long things would stay like this.

“I didn’t sleep to well either, I think I fell asleep around three.” The girl said clearly exhausted. She had been driving for nearly a week before that and ever since the first night working rather long shifts cleaning. She hadn’t taken a second to slow down, truth be told she was hardly aware of the date anymore – only requiring the day of the week. Almost as soon as she had finished her sentence Mia too came from the bedroom and joined everyone. She could only assume that Mia had woken up because of her own absence, she was kind of a big part of that room’s heat as it was – but no one had to know that except supposedly for Andy.

“Hey girl, hey.” Lia said to Mia as she entered the room in a comically exhausted voice. “We got a tiny bit left, and I’ve got work not sure about you all.” Lia said contemplating the group mostly being awake as a potential sign of an oncoming apocalypse. Probably not, but… It’s certainly no coincidence. She caught herself looking out the window over and over, she reminded herself once more that doing that in front of the other kids would only work to worry them. Even if it did give Lia peace of mind for a couple milliseconds.

Lia frowned when Mia asked her second question. “In a room.” She said in a defeated voice. She didn’t like that she was keeping everyone locked up all day and night, but it was somewhat necessary. Like a spark, an idea flashed in the darkness of her brain.

“But,” Lia began sitting up and repositioning herself. I’ve got a surprise for tonight I think, I’ll pick you all up at Seven at night and we should be good to go!” Lia said excitedly, both making a plan and answering Malcolm's question at one time. Once she had a plan, she had a difficult time not following through with it. She would have time to purchase everything after work and as long as she was careful she shouldn’t be followed or anything like that. Until then though she would be able to relax for another hour or so. She nodded to herself, deciding upon her plan and leaning backwards once more, staring at the ceiling fan positioned above the center of the room.

“When I’m gone Andy’s in charge and Glo is the back up.” Lia said out loud, they were the two who were the oldest and most responsible so it wasn’t exactly a difficult choice. “And please for god’s sake don’t bug Malcolm or we’ll all have to feel bad about it for the next month.” Lia joked quietly. She contemplated turning on the television but she decided to pass on it. She was, however glad that they had moved the furniture around in order for the living room and the kitchen to act as a single unit for all intents and purposes. The kitchen containing a coach and a television made it nice for relaxing in and easy access to food was always a bonus.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Vitoria stared into the sights of the gun that was now uncomfortably placed inside of her mouth, she listened to the henchman in the front of the car, whose hands were on the steering wheel. She considered attempting to activate her semblance, but with her legs in the state they were in her Aura was already necessary elsewhere. She attempted to spit the gun out of her mouth, but it seemed the sharp inhalation of oxygen didn’t help her broken ribs and she immediately softened up to the gun that was in her mouth, as strange as that sounded.

"I'm going to take the gun out of your mouth and give you a chance to talk now." Bianca's voice continued it's monotone trend.

"Fucking finally." The girl attempted to say with the gun still in her mouth. Bianca removed the gun and for a few blissful moments there was silence.

"I'm not going to help you bitches. Fuck this Faunus bitch, fuck this stupid Fiordilatte whore" It wasn't long before Vitoria felt the gun creep up her shirt and firmly plant itself on her stomach. A lot of organs were there, Bianca was no doctor but she figured a couple rounds oughta be bad for her complexion.
How do you fucking like it?
It seemed she was scared.
Are you prepared to meet your god?
Good.
T̵̷̵̼̲̖̘͈͉̼ͅh̴͇͍͔̱̞͇̱͖̺i̡̖̼̱̠̼̯̲͇̕s҉̷͕̩̭̖̣̭̻̞̕ ̡̧̠͔̥̝̰̫͉̯i̫͔̯͈͚̗͕s̢̤̜͚̱͠͠ ͉͍͢w̴͍̖̭͉h҉҉̡͚̭̬̩͖̳̗̳e̯̝͍̠̱̜̰ŗ̙̥̱̞̝̞̘̬̟ḛ͉̖̹̪̦̙͍͟ ̧͏̖͙̤̟̻͎y̸̧͍̼͖̠ͅo̲͔͇̣u̠̜͡ ̩̪̰f̠̥̙̻̺u͏̵̜̞̳c̶͝͏̤̣̻̭̤͕̗̘̼k̶̼͖̖i̸̩̩̬͙̥͕̕͡ͅn͇̗̱̦̫̘̣͜ͅg͎͕̮̤̀͢ͅ ҉̥̬̙̬͙͇e̙͔̤̖̫͓͈ͅn̤̮̝͞͞d̟
Bianca could barely contain the smile that wanted to spread across her lips. But she did. She was still Bianca, she didn’t want to hurt people.
P̛̺̺̹̥͌̐͑̐̾ͯr̗̤͎̝̖̼͙̀ͭͯͤ̏ͯ̚̚͘͝ẹ̴̴̠͉̪͖̭͐̾̈́ͩ͆p̆ͧͫ҉̵̧̲ͅǎ͙̺̲͍ͦ̑ͨ͗ͥ̑̂͡r̡͈ͩ̄͘͝ȇ̳͕̗͢ ̢̨͈̲̘̭͖͎̲̻͖̋͐̈̍͘t̢͕̳̎ͩ̿̕o̓̈ͬͨͯ̚҉͇̱̙̳͖̫͈̥ ̳̜̮̹ͨ̂̑̉̊̿̑͆̅ḑ̌͏̙̳͙̖ͅḯ̵̪͇̽̔ͩ̚e̶̜̤̮̝̳̜̦̋̀̂ͪ ͈̙͕̫͎ͫͣ̾̏ͩ͛͟V̗̘̦̟̟̝̩̽ͧͭ̍̍ͅḯ̝͚̯̗̰̗ͦ͑̽̂̽ͧt̨̧̲̼̜̥͈͓̀͝o̐ͦ̿͘͏͏̮̖̩ṙ̴̻̖̱̗̥̤ͅī̶̧̗̺̞̳̩̳̑̌̓͗ͦá̶̢̞̟̔̾͠ͅ ̡̘͇̩͐͋́D̤͉͎̺͉̹ͦ͊ͫ͗ͦ̒̏̅̎ơ̥̯̤̂ͤ̚d̷̻̠̦͇̻̖̱̊̏͊ͧ͒ḯ̵̥̻͎̙̳͈͍̗̏ͧ̔̀ͥ̈͠c̴͎̲̣̩̟̓ͫ͗̓̕͞i̵̛͎͐̉̑̎͆̽͗̚

There wasn't much to do about non-cooperation however.

"Fucking shoot me then."
I... I'd love to.
Bianca's hand rested on the gun calmly, her finger on the safety. But she couldn't switch it off.
I... I want to.
She felt pressure build up in her fingers, felt them want to move, and yet they didn't.
What is wrong with me?
"What do you want to do about this Gratia?"

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My children your posts are as wonderful as you all are. I am crying silent tears of happiness good jobs.