[Advanced]Push![Suspect-Kishiseta]

[Suspect]

"Mess with me? I will move you."

Name: Seth Johnson.

Appearance: Seth is a twenty-five year old male, with blonde locks that is shoulder length. His eyes are an icy blue color, his skin complexion is a pale white color. He usually wears muscle shirts and ripped jeans. He stands at about five foot nine, weighs about one hundred and seventy-five pounds.

Power: 2nd Generation Mover- Powerful Telekinetic. Only thing Seth can't do is fight with his mover ability.

Personality: Seth is a very calm male, but don't take his kindness for a weaknesses cause he can be mean.

Brief Bio: Seth was born in a family, which his mother was a Shifter, his Father a Mover. Seth gained his Father ability and they knew it, one night when the dinner table flew across the room. Seth had to learn how to control his ability, which he now masters it. He was home-schooled as no one could know that he had the strange ability. He didn't go to college, instead he worked and still is working as a waiter.

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"Want to know who is Watching you? Yeah, it's me."

Name: Candice Mitchell.

Appearance: Candice is a twenty year old female, who has raven colored locks, cascading down to her mid-back. She has a tanned complexion of the skin and hazel green eyes. She stands at about five foot five and weighs one hundred and thirty pounds.

Power: Watcher.

Personality: Candice appears to have this sweet and innocent look, but she is very cold hearted and blunt.

Brief Bio: Candice parents knew of her ability at a very young age, when she has a vision, she would always draw it out before it even happens. She has a whole book full of drawings. She went to school but have no friends at all, but she didn't really care. She dropped out of school at the age of thirteen and never went back. Now, she doesn't do anything but stay at home and does art, since it is well known that she can draw.

[kishiseta]

name: Nadia del Veccio
appearance: light-skinned and grey-eyed, she has a high nose and is baby-faced

power: stitch - needs the help of silver-based cream to help with complex operations
personality: always positive even in dark moments. tries to cheer everyone up even if she herself feels down. it's hard to tell what she really feels because she always seems happy and cheerful, even if she isn't on the inside
short background: Nadia was a football player in the little leagues when she was younger and grew up in a sports-oriented family. Her parents didn't want to give er up when the division sought after her, but her uncle betrayed her and she never saw her family again.

name: Taviano Mancini
appearance: brown-blonde, curly hair, strong-jawed, about 6'1"

power: shifter - highly experienced
personality: thinks that the world operates on greed, and operates in the same manner to cope with it. He's smooth and suave and charismatic
short background: Taviano grew up normally, until his family got into debt. He started his first con at age 12 and has honed his talent ever since.

[Suspect]

Seth took off his apron and folded it up, clocking out at work as he smiled and waved everyone goodbye. He walked outside and got his car keys out of his pocket, rummaging through them to get the right key. He stuck the key in the key hole and unlocked his car, getting in the drivers seat and closing the door. After a few short breaths, he turned the key in the ignition, put his seat belt on and adjusted his mirror before backing out of the parking space, putting his car in drive now and zooming into the turning lane. He looked to see if anything was coming before getting on the paved highway. His eyes cut towards two huge black SUVs, following him. He rose a brow then slammed on brakes, the SUVs going ahead of him. 'Whew.' Went through his lips as a strange man came up to his window, which made him jump. "Hey, can you spare some change?" Seth shook his head no as the man lowered his head and walked away, allowing him to pass on through.

Seth drove up to his home, parking the car in the driveway, getting out and locking the car with the click of a simple button. Seth walked right on into his home, throwing his keys on the nearby counter and walking upstairs. He was in his room, taking off his uniform, next thing he knew he heard a loud explosion. He ran towards the noise and saw that his door had been blown off the hinges and three people walked in. "He's upstairs." One of them said as he ran back to his room, getting a gun, making sure it was loaded.

When his room door opened, he fired shots but the male stopped them in mid-air. At that point, Seth knew that he was a Mover and the female was a Watcher, but the other one, with the shades was mysterious. The other male took off his shades with a smirk then opened up his mouth, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was a Bleeder. Seth eventually fell to the floor, covering his ears, trying to cover up the Bleeder's screams. He was soon knocked out but felt his body being hoisted up and thrown around.

Seth woke up in a room, along with other people as he looked and saw monitors, things injected into his arms. He was scared, but tried his best not to show it. He sat up in his bed and let out a slight huff, looking around the white room, wondering who these other people are.

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Candice stood at the podium, smiling as cameras flashed. She moved her lips to speak but people were still filing in the tight space. "Okay everyone..." She said while still smiling, her lips stained with red lipstick, her teeth pearly white. Even though she was only twenty years of age, she was still a business person, well now she was after being offered a deal. [/color=pink]"I first would like to be the first to cordially invite you to the Art Gallery of mines."[/color] She outstretched her arms towards the small building behind her before turning back to the audience, who had given her a brief applause. "I have been dreaming about this since I was five years of age. And now..." She stepped away from the podium and took a pair of gigantic scissors. "That dream becomes a reality." She cut the ribbon and posed for a picture as she then stepped to the side, allowing people to now walk in.

She looked towards two people, who were staring right back at her, the whole entire time. That smile went away from a moment then heard her name being called, her raven locks flowing down to her back as she turned heel. "Yes?" She questioned while looking back, those two people still looking at her, whispering to one another. "I'll get the shipments in order momentarily." She said with a smile.

Her heels clicked a little bit against the title floor. She walked to the two people and spoke with a soft sigh escaping over her lips. "Look, I know how this ends..." She turned back to look at her Art Gallery then back towards the two people. "Just take me away." She nodded while walking past them and into their vehicle. "Oh, should I pretend to be knocked out?" With that said, she felt a slight bump against her head and her body fell over.

When she woke up, she was in a strange white room, looking around, seeing a male already up. She yelped and laid back down, hoping the male didn't see that she was awake. She closed her eyes as if she was still asleep.

[kishiseta]

Their team won 3-2. As team captain, Nadia was very pleased with the result. Win or lose the next game, they were sure to be in the elimination rounds of the World Cup, but of course, she wouldn't settle for that. She huddled with her team on the field giving them a pep talk to up their game no matter what. They were headed for a four-peat and she was going to make sure they get there.

"Brasil!" rang the chorus of the team, applauding each other as they headed to the dugout.

As the people filled out of the stadium, Nadia's coach pulled her from the rest of the team and told her to go to the sponsor's box. Nadia obediently followed and headed toward the room hoping whatever it was would be over soon. A bath was certainly in order as she felt her sweat run down her spine and between her breasts. She knocked twice and heard nothing. She looked at the door puzzled and dared to open it poking her head inside.

"Descuple?" Nadia asked and when she saw the room empty, let herself in, expecting the sponsor to come in at any moment. But before she could take a few steps in, she felt a sharp pain from behind before she blacked out.

The next thing she knew, she was no longer in the football stadium. She knew the stadium well and there were definitely no rooms like these. Turning her head, she saw she had other companions, strapped in and run through them. It was that moment that she became aware that she had them on too. Her stomach clenched. All those years hiding her abilities had come to this. They still found her.

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Taviano winked at another worker in the office building. The woman glared at him but said nothing walking past him as he stood by a high-level entry room. He whistled a merry tune, scanned the card and his fake thumbprint and went inside.

Twenty million dollars. That was how much this job was worth. It wasn't as big as he was used to but, a long-time friend did ask for help. Getting in was easy so he really didn't mind much, he thought as he looked at the men who were wearing gloves and handling different artifacts. He strolled up to one of the handlers and flashed a smile. "Mr. Gurdoch's office?" he said having on a thick southern accent, "Files need to be in his office pronto. Lawyers up his ass again."

The man looked at him questioningly, not recognizing him.

"Room, man, room! Haven't got all day like you lollygaggers round these parts. I ain't got the time to mess with ya and I won't be havin any of the bullshit that will come my way if you make me late. I'll tell Gurdoch you held me up." He glared at the name tag. "Phil."

"O-over there, sir," the man pointed to a door, obviously shaken.

"Much obliged." Taviano walked in, rerouted the money and walked out with a bunch of files about his transactions. Getting out was just as easy. In his suit and business-like appearance, no one looked at him twice. As he headed out on the street, he felt some people following him. He looked up at one of the office windows and saw his followers in dark shades and coats.

Taviano cursed and bolted. He rounded a corner, narrowly missing a large trash bin rammed his way, cursing even more. Whatever the others were, the mover was enough to keep him on his toes and there was no question that a sniff was with them if they found him out. He stopped as two more men blocked his way, then picked up a pipe before it was flung from his hands.

"Shit!" Taviano laughed. "I hate ambushes." he knew he could have still gotten away. Changing the division's cars and his own then driving away. He would have made a clean getaway. But there wasn't any time to do anything as the assault from the two pushes came knocking him out.

Opening his eyes, his head still throbbed and he groaned. "Damn, they didn't even give me aspirin?" He smirked at his companions. "Well, lookie here. Seems like I'm not the only one."