[IC] The Unwanted.

[Polaris North]

Luna made it to an old model kind of car. She wasn't sure what it was but she, frankly, didn't care. Out of some stupidity maybe, she tugged on the handle. To her surprise, however, it actually opened up. She blinked in bewilderment before quickly recovering. She sat down, shut the door and then went on to hotwire the car. With her eyes burning and the near non-stop coughing, it took her quite a while - but she managed to do it. The engine hummed to life.

Could she drive in this condition?

Let's find out. She stepped on the gas pedal to where she last saw the others. She saw Ashton and then stopped and opened the door. "You look terrible Ashton. Get inside." Once inside, she would accelerate once more. She scanned where she thought Jennifer would be only to realize that she's not there anymore. Ah crap, did she get caught? They probably managed to wrestle her into submission. So if she were to follow that train of thought, she was probably in some station here in Atlanta. How were they going to get her? There was no way Luna was leaving her to them - who knows what they might do. But first, they had to get out. She barreled through an exit to get away from the SWAT. She'd have to find Violet later on. She knew the kid was smart enough to get away from the SWAT. The only real question is how they're going to find her in the first place.

"What happened to Jennifer?" Though she did think that she might have been caught, there was this sort of hope in her chest that she wasn't and she managed to escape. She also hoped that Ashton did see her.

[Ayame]

Hunter, Talon, Jezebel & Alia

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Hunter, Talon, Jezebel and Alia were roaming the streets, practicing and teaching each other. "Try lifting me, Alia!" Jezebel whispers. "Try lifting me to that windowsill!" She points at the rather large ledge that stuck out from under a window. Alia frowns.

"Be careful, Jezebel! You don't know Parkour like I do, so be careful..." Alia frowns, as she brings forth a gentle breeze. She swirls it around Jezebel, biting her lip in concentration. Slowly the breeze picks up momentum, creating a mini tornado that was slowly lifting her older sister. Hunter and Talon were both watching at first, before beginning their own practice.

"Try dodging some pebbles I send your way," Hunter grins at his younger brother.

"Then you have to dodge small fireballs," Talon smirks, flicking open his lighter. He didn't have to drop any blood onto his lighter, because there's old blood on there. He's practiced so much, even if the blood is old, he's able to use the fire. He draws the small flame to his hand, before expanding it to create a small fireball. "Who's first?"

Not responding, Hunter sends pebbles, one after the other at Talon. To not make a sound or mess, they call the fireballs and pebbles back to them if they miss their target. In the end, Talon had four small fireballs, and Hunter had four rocks the size of the palm of his hand.

Alia was successful in sending Jezebel to the ledge. The older girl sways a bit at first, before gaining her balance. Drawing water from the air around her, she sends a couple of water balls at her brothers and sister, trying to wet them all.

[Xandrya]

The following is a collaborative post between @AcerRo and myself.

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“Miss Jureau, do you know why you're here?”

“I have an idea, yes…” Jennifer got comfortable, crossing her arms in front of her in a defensive posture.

“A foul attitude will get you nowhere Miss Jureau. What can you tell me about that dinner where all this started?”

“The Gala? What’s there to tell, one second everyone’s having a good time and the next...well, I woke up like this.

In all honesty, Jennifer didn’t have the answers they wanted. She knew just as much as the next guy, but of course, they assumed she--along with the others--were hiding something.

“Like what? A Mexican? You seriously are going to sit there and tell me you and your band of merry mutants had nothing to do with this? That this was all just some sort of freak accident?” Papers and photos were then slammed down on the table.

“That happened to all those people and you just... woke up? You're going to have to do better than that.”

“And you are going to have to refrain from being a condescending asshole if you want to talk to me. And yes, I’m telling you the damn truth. What do you think happened? Some magical fairy showed up and injected us with these superpowers or whatever the hell you want to call them?”

“Miss Jureau. If you refuse to help us, we will make you help us. What do you know about what a man named Elijah Craigh and what happened that night at the Gala?”

Jennifer leaned her arms on the table, sighing in frustration.

“The name doesn’t ring a bell, unfortunately. The night of the Gala, well that was just pure chaos. Like I said, most of us were enjoying each other’s company, or maybe the food...whatever it was, before it all went to hell. I remember waking up and looking at people running around like chickens with their heads cut off, others lay on the ground bleeding, some were even...disappearing right in front of my eyes. I got up from the table and tried to ask questions, but nobody would listen. I remember being extremely weak, but also something within me was different, just slightly off...”

She stopped talking for a moment before looking up at the man.

“Have you checked the cameras for footage?”

“What footage? No one knows what happened in there. The footage was lost, no cellphone signals, no pictures, nothing. And it just so happens that you, and a few others, where the only ones to see anything... but it would appear that our Chica from Costa Rica is refusing to aid in this investigation.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to say!” Jennifer couldn’t help but grow even more frustrated. “You should be going after the bastards responsible for whatever the hell this is, not after us! We’re also the victims in all of this, can’t you see that? I mean, they’re using us for whatever sick plan they have planned!”

“And who the fuck are they, huh? Who the fuck should we be looking for? There is no record of anything like this...EVER. So you tell us, where should we be looking? How about we start with the survivors? Would that be okay with you? What happened that night and who is Elijah Craigh?

“For the last time, I don’t know who Elijah is!” At that point, Jennifer jolted out of her seat. “You keep asking me questions I don’t have the answers to! I don’t know who did this to us, I don’t know who else outside of this city was affected, and I don’t know why we’ve been cursed with this fucking thing!”

Jennifer pushed some photos off of the desk purely out of reaction, her anger getting the best of her.

“I don’t know what else you want me to fucking say!”

“How about you start with the truth and tell me everything that happened that night! Right now my people are about to round four more of you. And Chica, not everyone is leaving here... You know what, you're done here. I'm sending you to your cell, and when you can share something worthwhile, you can come back.

Jennifer closed the distance between herself and the man, her voice lowering a bit to match his emotionless stare. “You can’t do this... Bring in whoever else you need to but they’ll just tell you the same damn thing...”

“Watch me. Take her.” With those last words, a series of men came rushing in to forcefully remove JJ from the interrogation room and take her to her holding cell.

[AcerRo]

"This can't be real. These... things are popping up like cockroaches." One member of the SWAT team said.

"That's seven in the past two days. They keep showing, we'll keep bringing them in." Another replied.

"We got four out there. I want them alive and no holes, non-leath rounds are go. Got it?"

"Rodger." All the members of the SWAT team said as once. With that, they all moved out at once. It took only seconds for all four of them to go down and be tossed into the back.

A few minutes later they transported into a blacksite that all too few people know about. There they would be tossed into a cell with another man.

One that looked like he was willing and waiting to kill everyone that looked him the wrong way. With one look at the his new found cell mates he leaned back and closed his eyes. "Y'all make to much noise. Keep it down." He was trying to get as much as he could, only a few minutes did three more arrive. All of them female.

The man smiled a bit, everything was coming together.

[Ayame]

Hunter, Talon, Jezebel & Alia

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When the SWAT team appear, Hunter, Talon, Jezebel and Alia try to escape, but their struggles are useless, as they are taken. Thrown in the cell, they curse the men who took them, vowing to get back at them when they can. Jezebel and Alia curl into their brothers, seeking the only familiarity they have; each other. They look at the man in the cell, and frown when he speaks to them. "Y'all make to much noise. Keep it down." They don't say anything after that, remaining quiet, as they glare at anything outside the cell.

When the three females arrive, they still don't say anything, preferring to stay huddled together.

[Xandrya]

There were a total of eight people in the small cell. Jennifer observed the other five individuals she hadn't met yet. Four of them were keeping to themselves, and Jennifer figured they were at the very least really good friends. That, or they were related. The other guy was a bit older, and judging from his looks alone, he could probably help them come up with a solid plan to break out of there.

Deciding it was best to not overthink it, Jennifer walked over to him.

"Hey, I'm Jennifer, that over there is Violet and Luna," she pointed to her two companions. For a split second, Jennifer couldn't help but think about Ashton, who was more than likely dead due to his absence. But she couldn't dwell on that now, not when they first had to worry about regaining their freedom.

"I was hoping you could help me come up with an escape plan," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you know the four of them?" she motioned with a slight head tilt.