GreenGo

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T.J. sat about, carefully observing those he would be sharing an abode with for the foreseeable future, and deciding quickly that there were definitely worse accommodations. Finally, he came out of his analytical stupor long enough to ask for two sugars in his tea and sit down at the table.

Normally he'd assist as well with the picking up of spilled items, but the other two seemed to have managed, besides, he was quite intrigued by the novelty of it all. Although he was loathe to interrupt the intriguing exchange between the Landlady and the Smoker, pure body language as it had become, he spoke up, directing his voice at the landlady but speaking loud enough for all to hear

@Beeve

"Excuse me, Marie?" he asked, recalling her name from their emails, "May I ask if there is anything we should know about the house before picking rooms? I'd hate to be rude but I've had a rather long night and would like to crash if that's alright?" T.J. mustered up all of his self-control and politeness, he was running rather thin on both, having been up so long, but figured that pissing off the Landlady was never a good idea (though that hadn't stopped him last time).

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"No, actually I had just pulled up when..." T.J. trailed off and put on a weak smile as the landlady opened the door and graciously welcomed them into the house. Stepping inside the large building with his bags over his shoulder, T.J. placed them down immediately inside. While the others conversed, T.J. looked the place up and down, it was well decorated, a bit old, and there was some dust doing its utmost to stay hidden from sight. Perfection. His eyes drifted and he could swear he heard something clinking around in the kitchen, but he could see nothing but a couple of tea cups on the table from where he stood.

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After the knock T.J. noticed another car pull up behind his, a small, bright yellow bubble-y thing. The driver seemed awfully interested in the weather, which suddenly caused T.J. to notice it himself, a light drizzle had begun to wet his hair despite the sun warming the back of his neck. An omen of interest if the stories had anything to say about it, but they were just stories, right?

T.J. watched out of the corner of his eye as the young lady acquired her things and walked up towards the step next to him. He pretended to be fascinated by the landscape, the pattern on the door, and the ground so as to avoid an awkward confrontation. It wasn't until after she'd reached him that it even occurred to him to offer her assistance, oh well, her bags didn't look THAT heavy anyway.

"Morning, T.J. Macburl" he replied mustering all the energy he could in his rather dilapidated state, and sticking his hand out at the redheaded woman who had suddenly appeared at his side. Offering a return smile as he did so, T.J. looked her up and down, she didn't seem as if she'd be too much trouble to live with, though to be fair he supposed that looks could be deceiving.

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It's ok, better this way. They can interract a bit.^^

@BeautyoftheDark

Yay!

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Sorry! I was still working on this post. But I can edit it then.

@BeautyoftheDark

Lol, s'all good, you guys had a thing going and I just poofed in outta nowhere, coulda happened to anybody

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Timothy-James Macburl stepped out of his car and looked around, hoping that nobody was around to notice the screeching tires and skid marks that he'd made attempting to escape his responsibilities. Walking around to the trunk he reflected on the night he’d had. What was supposed to be a basic meeting with Professor Stein had turned into an all-night discussion on the plausibility of King Arthur having been a Roman, followed by a last-minute packing frenzy, all fueled by Pizza and Coffee.

T.J. threw his duffel bags over his shoulder and surveyed his new house-share, taking a deep breath but making sure not to relax too much, he’d hate to collapse on the steps of his new place on the first day!

As he opened the gate and stepped onto the path T.J. felt something stir. He couldn’t define what had stirred, he couldn’t even really describe what it was he’d felt, but he had felt it. However, lacking anything in his surroundings looking out of the ordinary from what he could see, T.J. shook himself and looked at his watch, 6:30am, (a little early but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem) continued to the door and, somehow managing basic arm movement around the three duffels thrown over his shoulders, he knocked.

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@Dealdric

These monstrosities are Care Bears. Though that doesn't really answer the question of relevance.

The New Generation.

@Skinner35
Dude, honestly? the whole reason I put that in there was cuz I figured and was kinda hoping it might cause tension, lol. Anything I can do to help with getting more people?

The New Generation.

Alright, I lied, it's like mid-tomorrow here.

The Doorway Man

Name: William “Billy” Reed
Alias: Porter, The Doorway Man
Powers:
- Teleportation: Billy is able to open a portal to nearly anywhere in the world, the more familiar he is with the layout and exact location of the place, the less likely he is to end up inside a wall or an incinerator though, and he must shed his own blood in order to do so, he can take more people with him, but the longer the doorway stays open and the farther it goes, the more blood is required.
- Summoning of Marked Objects: Any object that can be lifted by Billy in one hand and that has at least the smallest bit of his blood on it, Billy can summon to his hand on a whim, provided he sheds a little blood (something like a paper cut would be sufficient for this).
Background:
- William believes in Freedom, loyalty, and that the price of being wealthy is often having that wealth taken from you. Billy believes in a fair fight, and honor, but he also believes that things belong to those who need it most, not so much those who happen to possess it. Billy knows that many of his beliefs could classify him as naive, but he tries to hold onto them as best he can. He knows that more often than not it is the strongest and cleverest who survive in this world, and he can play the game, he just chooses to play it his way. He grew up the son of two teachers and loving books, especially the classics: Treasure Island, The Count of Monte Christo, Robin Hood, The Three Musketeers, etc. These books instilled in him certain Ideals, ideals that include that knowledge and people should be free, and that the Law is only as good as those defending it are capable. So Billy joined The New Generation, believing in their mission, hoping to liberate as many people as possible, perhaps even to establish a new world order, and at worst, he’ll have had some adventures.

Appearance:
Equipment:
Billy loves the classics, so his weapon of choice is a cutlass forged in the style of Old Pirates, and nothing else but his wits. He does, however, typically dress in clothes with lots of pockets and sometimes a long captain's coat...
Other:
Anything we need to know?
- Billy doesn’t like guns, he considers them ‘a coward’s weapon’ and any rules about a fair fight immediately go out the window the moment someone pulls a gun on him. But otherwise he always tries to fight fair, give the other person a “sporting chance” as it were.
- His official codename is Porter, as that's more official and easier to say, however because of his apathetic attitude toward subtlety, the Internet has caught sight of him (luckily not his actual face) and started to call him "The Doorway Man". As you can imagine, this has done wonders for Billy's ego

The New Generation.

I'm totally interested, working on a character sheet as we speak, should be up by the end of the day/early tomorrow if that's cool.