I'll try to get a post up soon. Sorry for taking so long I have to finish up some summer homework plus real life has been a bitch and there have been some things I have had to do that I wish I didn't. But I will most definitely post as soon as I can.
The Delta guy was fairly quick to respond. His answers though were vey far from satisfactory. Every single response was some half-assed answer that didn't really clarify a single thing. First the guy just grabs him, and now he was giving him such crappy explanations it was kind of pissing him off. Busy debating whether or not to tell the guy who appeared to have some kind of teleporting power or something akin to fuck off, he didn't notice him turn around or the microwave go off until he heard Delta curse. His attention snapped back just in time to see him spit out a bite of hot pocket. Internally laughing at the guy's pain, he decided he would ask for better answers before possibly pissing off the powerful being I'm front of him, after all he didn't know the extent of his powers. Before he could ask though the guy sighed and started talking again.
As it became clear he was going to elaborate on his previous answers are Justin felt a his aggravation drop a bit, which was good as his head still hurt a bit from however he got to this place. Paying close attention to Delta as he spoke, Justin made sure to note anything that seemed extremely important. First off these powers came from one of two people, which one, how or why, didn't know, second according to this guy he would have died if it wasn't for him, and third he claimed to be a good guy. They only thing Justin was buying from all this was the origin of the powers, maybe. The rest for all he knew was a ploy to get him to trust this guy, who had literally just kidnapped him. Still debating what to think Justin barely registered something reach in his pockets, possibly, and then he saw the guy smashing his 128gb mp3 player. Immediately the aggravation was back tenfold at the very least, especially since the damn thing didn't even have internet capability and that was the guy's justification.
Barely hearing the guy ask about whether he'd stay or not Justin was about to explode, when a newcomer walked into the room. Momentarily distracted by the girl who appeared to be close to his age, he listened as she introduced herself and commented on the last question Delta had asked him. Justin wasn't quite sure if she meant what she said about life, but he figured she probably didn't mean it or she wouldn't be around to comment on it, either way though it wasn't particularly his business. Looking back at the remains of his music player he sighed. It'd be best to not to get angry over it, the guy was clearly more powerful than him, though now Justin was fairly sure he couldn't teleport, or at least also had super speed as well, only way he could justify the sudden theft, or maybe time control.
Sighing yet again Justin spoke in a rather irritated tone, "First off, that mp3 you just massacred cost quite a bit of money, had over 100 gigs of music on it, and lacked any internet capabilities." Breathing in deeply, he continued in a slightly calmer voice. "Second, how do I know anything you said is actually true. I really might be better off with this Phi fellow. Hell for all I know he isn't even real. All I know for certain at the moment is you suddenly snatched from the mall, and you claim to be the good guys. For all I know it could easily be a lie. Until I get proof staying here seems riskier than going back." It wasn't that he distrusted the guy but just buying into what he said seemed like a bad bet, and Justin hated making bad bets.
His head was spinning. The room was spinning. Everything was in a constant state of motion. He honestly had no idea what the fuck was going on. Disoriented was no where near strong enough to describe how he felt. It was if he was delirious from dehydration and then placed on a carousel trying to break the sound barrier. It was all a blur, his mouth felt like cotton, his stomach felt as if it was trying to rip it's way out of his body and his head felt as if someone had repeatedly slammed it into a brick wall. Suffice to say Justin felt like hell.
It took a moment for his head to even process the fact he was sitting down. Even more so the guy in front of him talking. Wait a minute. His mind finally caught up with reality, or well maybe not, he wasn't in the mall parking lot staring at a burning truck anymore, he was sitting down in some unknown room, with a completely unknown guy, for completely unexplained reasons for his being there or even for that matter getting there. His body settled and his situation finally somewhat grasped Justin realized the bearded guy was talking. Something about warnings and necks snapping, but before Justin could even piece together everything and reply the guy continued. Introducing himself bearded guy continued, saying something about more metas, and junk.
Taking a moment to just breathe and make sure his head was completely clear Justin looked over bearded guy, or Delta, or Alan, whatever the fuck his face was called. The guy had what appeared to be complete sleeves on both arms, a rather thick build, and similar height. Hesitantly Justin replied, "I'm Justin and yeah neck snapping would have been bad. Now, um if you don't mind. What the fuck? What the hell are meta? Where am I? How did I get here? Why would my brains have been everywhere? Who is Epsilon? What the fuck is with the Greek alphabet code names? And no I don't want one."
With everyone in consensus for the plans for the remainder of the night, Søren clambered into the van. He was quite content with how the day had panned out so far. Not only had he been able to do the usual teasing of Parker and Lucy, he got to create music with the rest of The Harbingers, ate delicious Chinese food, and now to finish the day a group viewing of the best Disney movies.
Once they took off it didn't seem to take very long to get to the studio. Well at least the time taken would appear to most to be very short, for Søren it was incredulously slow. Compared to how quickly he managed go from studio to restaurant, he figured the way back should be of equivalent time. Instead the trip to the Matt Mobile (Nananananananana) took longer than the bassist expected. Thus the rest of the ride consisted of a very impatient Søren fidgeting about and glaring impatiently at the dashboard clock.
The moment Jill came to a halt outside his Parker's residence he bailed out of the vehicle. Within seconds of his feet touching the ground Søren was already at the back of the van carefully removing his precious bass from the straps that bound her, and separated them. The moment Nete was freed from her bindings in the van Søren closed the doors and wad bounding towards the studio apartment, with her cuddled to his chest. Halfway towards the door he heard Parker tell him, from the doorway, to set up the movies. Giving an affirmative to his roommate Søren made it to the doorway before twirling 180 degrees and looking back at Matt and Lucy. "Lady, Gentleman, come this way to be part of the spectacular movie experience that is Parker and Søren Cinema Center."
With that Søren slid through the opening and into the apartment. Immediately he set up the viewing area (living room). Then he proceeded to escort Nete to his room for the night before returning to the living and leaning over the couch so as to end up upside down and staring at the television.
It didn't take long to figure out what was going on with the ruckus in front of him. Apparently the guy on the ground managed to get hit by the girl in front of him, and the brash guy on the bike appeared to be a somewhat, possibly concerned citizen, or maybe just an agitated and inconvenienced citizen. Just as Justin was debating backing up and leaving that way he heard the bike guy shout at him, to take the other guy to the hospital. Immediately Justin was annoyed at the idea why the fuck should it be his responsibility to deal with this. In fact he was deeply irritated by bike guy, who did he think he was trying to command him to do something, at the very leas the could have asked politely, or you know if he was actually concerned about the guy's health, insist upon calling an ambulance.
Glancing back at the situation in front if him, he watched bike guy make his exit and the girl help the guy into her car. Sighing with relief Justin watched them begin to leave, he was happy he didn't have to deal with any such drama, not that he wouldn't have, but all in all it seemed like a hassle and in all honesty a waste if his evening. Shifting to drive he resumed on his path to the mall, with the wait and everything that had happened he found himself rather hungry.
After a drive that took a little longer than it should have, Justin pulled into the mall parking lot. He had taken a little longer route on his way just so he could drive a little longer and blare his music a bit more, so as to alleviate the frustration that he felt from his encounter with that guy on the bike, seriously the guy had unnaturally annoyed him. Now as he parked his van he noticed some kid trying to get his truck to work. It'd suck to be him Justin mused.
As he got out of his van and made his way towards the entrance of the mall he looked back at the truck, which was now ablaze. Pausing for a moment in pure astonishment he thought about how quickly the vehicle had apparently caught fire. Just then he noticed the guy check his pockets and then glance at the truck before walking over towards a light post. Slowly Justin began to walk towards the guy, while pulling out his phone and dialing 911. Getting next to the guy he pushed call and handed the phone towards the other teen. "You might want to ask for a fire truck or something."
"Heads... Heads... Heads... Heads... Heads..." Flipping a quarter repetitiously into the air Justin called out the results, before they landed. Each time the coin was heads just as he had intended it to be. He was currently perched on the front steps to the highschool, had been since his sixth period class, AP Literature. Having only recently discovered his power or whatever the hell it is the previous Friday, he still knew very little of its capacity. As far as he knew he could only affect small things like dice and coins. However, after a few days of fixing those results it was getting kind of boring, and he was determined to find the limits of whatever this ability was.
Rising from where he was seated on the steps Justin brushed himself off. In all honesty he had no idea what to test his power on, sure he could check to see if he could mess with the outcomes of lottery tickets or something, but that sounded boring, and very unlikely. Perhaps he had acquired some certain self afflicting good luck, or maybe it was some chance affecting thing. How the hell was he supposed to know, let alone test it effectively. Sighing to himself Justin just muttered to himself, "Fuck it."
Having decidedly given up on his new ability for the day, he made his way towards his van. Now came the true decisions, to go to the library just to relax, or perhaps the mall so he could grab something to eat and maybe perhaps if compelled he could check out ways to try out his ability some more, though that would definitely be secondary. Deciding upon the mall Justin gotten in his van and went to leave, however he was almost immediately stopped by the braking of the vehicle in front of him. Justin leaned out his window to see why they had stopped. His eyes instantly caught view of a guy laying upon the ground, and a guy on a motorcycle in front of the car in front of him.
Personality: Intelligent, relatively quiet and relaxed. He tends to think things through, however depending upon circumstance, he can be quite brash. Rather social, although he rarely gets involved in something he is pretty sure he will lose at.
Likes: Music, smart bets, rain, the cold, fire, and reading.
Dislikes: Bad music (country, rap), cheaters, impatience, and annoyingly persistent people.
History:
While not technically a Pavar native Justin essentially is. Although born in Bellingham, Washington Justin and his family moved to Pavar when he was age seven. When his father lost his job Justin's mother, who had been born in Phoenix, Arizona, wanted to move south where it is warmer. Justin's father found work in Pavar at the steel mill.
Unlike many children who may have freaked about such a move Justin was rather unfazed. He just bid goodbye to the few friends he had and gathered his things. Upon arriving in Pavar Justin merely went about life as if nothing changed. His grades never slipped from B and A territory, and he had a rather reserved social life.
Upon gaining his license Justin began to sometimes works as a DJ for events and parties that occur in town. He also occasionally throws parties of his own, out in the desert. Despite working parties and throwing parties though, Justin possess very few good friends, though he does have quite a few acquaintances. If not at a party Justin can usually be found loitering around at the school, or local library.
Awakening:
He was in a horrible mood, and his head felt like a tornado was ripping through it. Perhaps it was due to the fact he had just finished up at party where all that he was allowed to play was country (essentially they had just wanted a radio blaring the top country hits at max volume), or maybe it was due to the teen who had almost wrecked a good portion of his equipment. Either way one thing was certain, sometimes he hated his job. However, he did charge a good rate and saw enough business that even with having to buy all his equipment and such, he had already begun to turn profit. Not just a little either, in fact tonight alone should be bring a hundred and fifty dollars.
Earlier in the night though he'd been approached by the party host with a proposition. If Justin joined in on some gambling with the host and host friends he could double his money for the night at the very least. Gambling had never been Justin's forte, but with the pains of the night he figured double profits would be worth it. In fact he was almost certain he could win, after the host was some douchebag jock Neanderthal and the rest were his friends.
Eight hands in and Justin was failing. The 150 he started with from the pay he had gotten was gone, and he had already dipped into his own pocket for seventy-five dollars. On. The ninth hand with a full house, 3 kings and 2 queens, he lost and he had also reached the bottom of his wallet. Turning towards the host and winner of the round Justin caught sight of cards hidden in his sleeve. Immediately he wanted to deck the guy, he had probably cheated on every hand he had won. Instead taking a deep breath Justin spoke addressing the host, "Appears the cards hate me and I'm out of cash, but how about we roll dice high roll wins. If I win I get all the money I lost back, except the pay for tonight, you win next five parties I do for free." With a little egging from his friends the jock agreed.
After a lackey fetched a pair of dice they began. Grabbing the dice Justin tentatively rolled. They bounced clattered on the table the first landing on a two the second teetering between a five and a one. Then to his dismay the die fell; one. Immediately, the jocks began to laughter, and Justin felt his chest go hollow. As soon as the jock picked the dice up though Justin began to chant snake eyes in his head, it was his only hope. The moment the dice hit the table, Justin felt his head get light, and for a moment his eyes blurred and then they cleared and sitting on the table was a pair of ones. Everyone stared in disbelief and then came the protests, and pleas for another round. Feeling strangely calm and certain Justin agreed for double his pay, again they rolled and again he won, by one.
Walking towards his van Justin grinned, tonight he had made 342 dollars. He wasn't sure how but once they had switched to dice games he began to win, and every time he concentrated hard enough he felt a small pull in gis mind and almost everytime the dice would do as he had wanted. Pausing at his van's door he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. Calmly he flipped three times each time silently calling a side and all three times he was correct. Grinning again he slid the coin back into his pocket and got in his can to drive home, he wasn't sure how but he was damn sure he was causing the outcomes he wanted. Speaking quietly to himself as he drove off he muttered, "If this keeps up, things will most definitely be interesting."
Personality: Intelligent, relatively quiet and relaxed. He tends to think things through, however depending upon circumstance, he can be quite brash. Rather social, although he rarely gets involved in something he is pretty sure he will lose at.
Likes: Music, smart bets, rain, the cold, fire, and reading.
Dislikes: Bad music (country, rap), cheaters, impatience, and annoyingly persistent people.
History:
While not technically a Pavar native Justin essentially is. Although born in Bellingham, Washington Justin and his family moved to Pavar when he was age seven. When his father lost his job Justin's mother, who had been born in Phoenix, Arizona, wanted to move south where it is warmer. Justin's father found work in Pavar at the steel mill.
Unlike many children who may have freaked about such a move Justin was rather unfazed. He just bid goodbye to the few friends he had and gathered his things. Upon arriving in Pavar Justin merely went about life as if nothing changed. His grades never slipped from B and A territory, and he had a rather reserved social life.
Upon gaining his license Justin began to sometimes works as a DJ for events and parties that occur in town. He also occasionally throws parties of his own, out in the desert. Despite working parties and throwing parties though, Justin possess very few good friends, though he does have quite a few acquaintances. If not at a party Justin can usually be found loitering around at the school, or local library.
Awakening:
He was in a horrible mood, and his head felt like a tornado was ripping through it. Perhaps it was due to the fact he had just finished up at party where all that he was allowed to play was country (essentially they had just wanted a radio blaring the top country hits at max volume), or maybe it was due to the teen who had almost wrecked a good portion of his equipment. Either way one thing was certain, sometimes he hated his job. However, he did charge a good rate and saw enough business that even with having to buy all his equipment and such, he had already begun to turn profit. Not just a little either, in fact tonight alone should be bring a hundred and fifty dollars.
Earlier in the night though he'd been approached by the party host with a proposition. If Justin joined in on some gambling with the host and host friends he could double his money for the night at the very least. Gambling had never been Justin's forte, but with the pains of the night he figured double profits would be worth it. In fact he was almost certain he could win, after the host was some douchebag jock Neanderthal and the rest were his friends.
Eight hands in and Justin was failing. The 150 he started with from the pay he had gotten was gone, and he had already dipped into his own pocket for seventy-five dollars. On. The ninth hand with a full house, 3 kings and 2 queens, he lost and he had also reached the bottom of his wallet. Turning towards the host and winner of the round Justin caught sight of cards hidden in his sleeve. Immediately he wanted to deck the guy, he had probably cheated on every hand he had won. Instead taking a deep breath Justin spoke addressing the host, "Appears the cards hate me and I'm out of cash, but how about we roll dice high roll wins. If I win I get all the money I lost back, except the pay for tonight, you win next five parties I do for free." With a little egging from his friends the jock agreed.
After a lackey fetched a pair of dice they began. Grabbing the dice Justin tentatively rolled. They bounced clattered on the table the first landing on a two the second teetering between a five and a one. Then to his dismay the die fell; one. Immediately, the jocks began to laughter, and Justin felt his chest go hollow. As soon as the jock picked the dice up though Justin began to chant snake eyes in his head, it was his only hope. The moment the dice hit the table, Justin felt his head get light, and for a moment his eyes blurred and then they cleared and sitting on the table was a pair of ones. Everyone stared in disbelief and then came the protests, and pleas for another round. Feeling strangely calm and certain Justin agreed for double his pay, again they rolled and again he won, by one.
Walking towards his van Justin grinned, tonight he had made 342 dollars. He wasn't sure how but once they had switched to dice games he began to win, and every time he concentrated hard enough he felt a small pull in gis mind and almost everytime the dice would do as he had wanted. Pausing at his van's door he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. Calmly he flipped three times each time silently calling a side and all three times he was correct. Grinning again he slid the coin back into his pocket and got in his can to drive home, he wasn't sure how but he was damn sure he was causing the outcomes he wanted. Speaking quietly to himself as he drove off he muttered, "If this keeps up, things will most definitely be interesting."
