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6 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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8 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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8 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
9 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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9 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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Phoebe Wayne-Isley


Location:Academy.
Interacting With:No one





The cab pulled away, only after a little encouragement from Phoebe. The cab driver seemed confused and a little concerned at dropping a young girl off in the middle of nowhere, although the school was nearby. She slung her bags over her shoulder, and turned to face the school grounds. The large gates were open, and a few students were trickling in. Her gaze roamed to the large buildings she could see, seeking out the school gardens. She expected them to be spectacular, and was disappointed when she couldn’t see them. So she studied what she could see of the Academy, her thoughts wondering, as they so often had these last few months.

She looked down at the somewhat crumpled letter in her hand. She had read it constantly since receiving it, and now it was a little worn, but its words will still legible. An invitation to join the Academy, the first school for super kids. Where she could learn more about her powers.The message had been signed by Bruce Wayne himself, and Phoebe looked down at the signature, wondering as she had several times, if it was just a generic message to all prospective students.

She had been troubled on receiving the message, not knowing if she wanted to go or not, wondering constantly if her parents might be teachers at the school. Wondering if maybe, she’d finally know who they were. Wondering if she even wanted to know. It had been eighteen years… why would they care about her now, when they had left her at an orphanage? Or were they dead? These were all questions that had wandered through her mind her whole life, especially when she began to develop her abilities. That had been a trying and lonely time, as she sought to understand, and hide what she could do. Now she had a chance to learn…

Dropping a hand to her satchel, Phoebe hesitated, laying a hand over her money. She could leave… she had enough money to stay somewhere for few days… go somewhere else… It wouldn’t be the first time she had nothing, nor, she suspected, would it be the last. But… she had uprooted her life to come here. She hadn’t backed down from a challenge before… why should she start now? Part of her couldn’t help but think that this was different. And that she didn’t belong… compared to some of the students she saw, she was scruffy.

She started to turn away, to run, but she stopped. ”No” She said firmly to herself. She had survived this far in life because of herself, and she would continue to thrive. She realised that she had been standing there for some time, so she gathered her courage, made sure she had all her things, and started towards the gates. Each step brought her closer, and she held her breath, worried she might just turn tail and run anyway.

After what seemed like a decade, she crossed underneath the school gates, and into the grounds. Letting out her breath, she looked about, stepping further within, looking about her, seeking the gardens. If she could see them, maybe she could sneak into them? Feel… more at home? She sighed, looking about her. She saw that some of the other students had their parents with them, and she couldn’t help but look away, a tight feeling in her chest. She couldn’t deny that part of her was hoping that someone was going to approach her… claim her… but she kept that part of her as small as possible. She hadn’t had those feelings since she was a little kid. And those feelings made her heartbeat slightly faster in anticipation and she tried her best to ignore it. Drawing in a shaky breath, she stepped towards a bench.

Dropping her things, Phoebe closed her eyes, and for the first time realised that she was… free. A small feeling of joy grew within her, growing steady, until she opened her eyes. She twitched her fingers on one hand, closing them gently around a flower she formed there, smiling to herself.



Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley


Location: Headmaster’s Office; Academy.
Interacting With: Each other.





Pamela leaned on the sill of her open office window, looking out over the courtyard, watching the large gates that, for the moment, stood open as the students of the Academy began to trickle in for the very first time. Her gaze sought two in particular, heart yearning, wanting to be down there to great them, to talk to them. Her daughters. She looked for their familiar figures- despite having no contact with the girls since giving them up, Pamela had kept an eye on them. As close an eye as possible without bringing danger to them, or letting them know she was watching.

It had been painful; the old pain and sorrow at giving them up flaring each time she laid eyes on them. She couldn’t yet see them, but she knew that they would come. She kept her eyes on the gates, heart aching. She knew she couldn’t simply make them appear by watching but… she couldn’t turn her gaze away. She knew she ought to seek Bruce- now more than ever they needed to present a united front, to their daughters. He’d be hurting too.

She just didn’t want to take her gaze away from the gates. She didn’t want to miss their daughters. The world had changed. She could know them. And she wasn’t going to give them up again, not for anything. She turned from the window, starting out her office, towards Bruce’s. The children would be there soon… and she wanted this done.

She didn’t bother knocking, instead she pushed the door open, standing silently in the doorway for a moment or two. ”Bruce.”

The sound of his name being spoken, in her voice nonetheless, had his head raising just slightly, his dark gaze resting on her beautiful figure only a moment before his attention was drawn back to the student files in front of him. So many new faces and names; each with their own uniquely special abilities and powers… and each of them were now under his charge. He had already done it all; and yet… there was still so much that needed to be done.

His duties never ending.

Not that he cared- he liked it. Busy was good. The busier he was, the less time his mind had to settle on the fact that his daughters would be walking through the gate along with each and every other super who had either been accepted the invitation, or who had enrolled in the Academy. He was a wreck; nervous. Probably as much, if not more than she herself was; though he would never show it. Instead doing his best to keep hidden behind the large wall he had built up all those years ago.

“..the twins are arriving this morning- remind me to speak to Floyd and Slade. We’ll need to increase security. Hopefully though, they won’t try anything stupid like their parents…”

Staying where she was, Pamela watched him. It was easy to do so, especially when he put that distance between him, and what they had to face. “Of course they will. It isn’t like Harley or the Joker ever pulled back on the throttle. Why should the twins be any different?” Pamela wasn’t even too sure what had compelled the duo to sign the treaty, but she supposed they had their reasons for it.

Silent for another moment or two, Pamela waited to see if he’d set aside the work for a moment. It was a defence, she knew. But the time for that was gone. ”But that isn’t why I’m here.” she said softly, stepping inside and shutting the door.

Stopping in his tracks, his gaze frozen upon the the words in front of his eyes, Bruce sighed silently, taking a moment to swallow the rather dry lump that had so suddenly seemed to have arisen in his throat, “..I know…”

Pamela stepped towards his desk, but stopped when she was close, hesitant to do anything else. ”They’ll be here soon...” is they weren’t already. She didn’t doubt that Bruce had something set up to tell him of their arrival. They’d chosen the best option at the time, but it now seemed like the worst.

Things had never been the same. And were likely to never be the same. ”What will we do?” a year, and they’d never discussed this. ”They’re bound to be angry... “

“..they won’t be the only ones; though they are the only ones to matter.” Frowning, his head shaking lightly from side to side, Bruce closed the file, putting it down on the pile before he turned his back to her; his arms lifting to cross over his broad chest as he turned his attention down to the students filing into the courtyard at their own leisure.

“They have every right to be angry with us, Pamela.” An exasperated sigh falling through his lips, he turned only his head, his gaze flicking back so that he was able to watch her from out the corner of his eye, “..however… if they are even the tiniest shred like either of us; then they shall both get through this…”

Pamela didn't care about anyone else except her daughters right then. Perhaps that was selfish, but she didn't care. The other students would be fine. She shifted her weight to her back foot, crossing her arms over her chest.

"They may get through it, but hate us for it..." She said softly, barely managing to keep her voice steady, fear bubbling up, that she simply couldn't push back down.

“..if they hate us; they hate us. So be it- we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. But at least we’ll have them in our lives…”

Pamela sighed. It wasn't the answer she wanted, but it was probably the only answer there was. "That doesn't help, if they won't let us in their lives!" old anger welled up, mixing with the fear, and she shook her head. "And it still doesn't answer my question. What will we do? The longer we wait, the harder it will be."

“Then we tell them today..!”

His anger flaring slightly in his frustration towards the situation, Bruce paused. Getting angry wasn’t going to help them any. Forcing his head to turn in the opposite direction, he closed his eyes, taking a moment to calm himself down and to just take a deep breath before speaking again, “..we tell them today, Pamela… this morning; after we greet the new students…”

Pamela hesitated, taking a step back, before she stopped, stealing her resolve. "Alright." She said, dropping her hands down to her side, "Glad that's settled." Her tone a little annoyed, Pamela turned back towards the door.

"..she's dying, Pamela..." Voice soft as he spoke, Bruce broke a single arm from his chest, his hand lifting to roughly rub at the stubble on his jaw as he stared once more down at the students, "..our-... our daughter- our little girl... she's dying..."

Pamela stopped, closing her eyes, and letting out a soft breath. Another thought she'd been trying to keep at bay. Would she- they- reunite with their daughters, only to lose one of them? She turned back towards Bruce, deliberating a moment, before she stepped towards him. "I know... " She paused for a few seconds, before reaching out to him.

"We will find a way to save her.". There was certainly the resources. She doubted there had ever been so many powerful beings in one area before- apart for the treaty; and there were healers... brilliant minds... "We won't let her die." There was no thinking on the other alternative, Pamela couldn't think about that and still be upright.

Head turning, his gaze moving to linger on her as he felt the gentle touch of her hand upon his back, Bruce hesitated a moment; his arms eventually breaking from his chest to instead once more hang by his side as he turned, giving her his profile, the fear and stress of the matter clear behind his dark eyes.

How long had they been angry at one another..? Too long to remember. For the longest of times, they had been at each other’s throat; though now everytime he looked at her… all he could see was pain… pain and disappointment in himself.

Her mere presence nothing more than a reminder of what his choices had cost him…

“..I’ve already spoken to Steven; and he has agreed to take up her care. And there is a girl to arrive today; she’s a lantern. She’ll be interning in the infirmary. We’ll have her assist him in his work…”

Pamela turned her gaze to his, his dark eyes once so familiar to her almost alien, but the fear was almost a mirror to her own. For some time, they'd been happy together... and then she'd been angry, angry at the choice they'd had to make... angry at him. Angry at herself.

"She'll be okay."

She hesitated once more, not sure of the response she'd receive, before she let her hand drop back to her side once more, looking away. They might have their daughters back- or the chance for it- but things wouldn't be the same. "She has to be... "

His heart sinking as he felt her hand slip from his body, Bruce reached out, his hands on instinct taking hold of her sides, holding her close against him as he stared at her, trying his best to catch her eye once more, “..Pamela; I’ll do everything in my power to keep her with us… I promise…”

Pamela, bewildered, did not resist as he brought her close. Turning her gaze back to his, Pamela wasn't sure at all what she'd see. "I know." she replied softly, knowing that in this, she could have faith in him. "I'd expect nothing less... "

Finding herself unable to resist his touch, Pamela sighed softly, laying one hand on his chest. "... Bruce.... "

“..I know… I’m sorry…” Realizing his mistake, Bruce relaxed his hold over her sides, his hands slipping until they were once more hung at his side, pain once more flickering over his tired features as he dropped his head, his eyes closing, “..I-... I have no right to touch you like that anymore…”

That hadn't been what she meant, what she intended, and Pamela frowned. She lifted her hand, laying it against his check. He always carried too much... always held too much back. Never let anyone else take responsibility, rarely let anyone see. She gently traced his weary features. "Always working yourself to death... " she said softly, lifting herself up slightly to brush her lips over his cheek, seeming to not be conscious of the action. "Oh, Bruce"

Turning his head slightly into her touch, his dark eyes opening, Bruce sighed softly, wanting nothing more than to just reach out and hold her close against him; to right the wrong he had done to her in their past, “..Pamela, I-…”

She met his gaze once more, silent for a moment or two, seeking answers that she'd perhaps never get. And maybe that was okay. "I know..." she said, falling silent, waiting for him to say more, her fingers curving gently to his cheek.

He hesitated. This was something he had wanted- the regret of letting her go when he had haunting him from the moment he’d walked away. It had all been too much; something which neither of them had been equipped to handle at the time. But now…

Turning his head further, Bruce paused a moment before finally, he closed the gap left between them, his lips pressing softly against her own in a gentle and almost feather light kiss.

Pamela let her hand drop to his shoulder, before sliding her arms around his neck, returning the kiss, keeping it light. She didn't know where anything was going, but right then, she just wanted her family back.

She pulled back slightly, after a few moments, heart beating just a bit faster, meeting his gaze once more.

Shutting his eyes tightly as he felt her pulling back, Bruce once more dropped his head, his hands resting on her sides as he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper, “..Pamela... I-... forgive me…”

The words were simple, and yet they were so hard to say. He looked so vulnerable... her heart ached, a slow throb that wanted to be soothed. And she didn't know what he wanted to be forgiven for. "... We... we were both at fault... " and they'd both suffered for it. "... It's okay... " they couldn't change the past, it was what it was.

“..I can’t-...” Pausing, Bruce took a moment to think over his words, correcting them before he attempted to continue, clearly struggling to say what he wanted to, “..I don’t-... I don’t want you to leave… I don’t want to lose you… not again…”

"Then don't..." Pamela replied, not wanting him to use this as an excuse to pull away, not now... now that they might have a chance. "Don't leave... " she added softly.

“..I won’t… not this time…”
@Almalthia
Not at all! This won't die... We are actually working on a starter post, hopefully we can get this started soon!

BUT you know. the melting thing.


Jocelyn Victoria Beatrix Harmon

"Tonic"
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𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃


Name:
Jocelyn Beatrix Victoria Harmon

Nick-Names:
Lyn, Vic or Bea

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Occupation:
Bartender

Place Of Origin:
Brighton, England

Alias:
Lynn Hamm, Victoria Joy, Joyce Han, Beatrice Harmon, Vicki Harmon, Joyce Victory most recently Joy Harmon

Age:
85 but looks like she’s in her teens

Birthday:
March 24th 1933

𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃


Relationship Status:
Single

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Partner:
NA

Father:
Edward James Harmon III, Duke Pennington

Mother:
Beatrix Grace Kensington Harmon, Duchess Pennington

Siblings:
Edward James Harmon IV, Older Brother

Pets:
Duke

Other:
Duke is a Bullmastiff Great Dane. He is one of many Dukes and he originally stems from a dog that she owned in England. His full name is Duke Pennington VI. He answers to Duke or Penny.

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃


Personality:
FriendlyClosed OffListens WellOpinionatedHonestPacifistOptimistic

Jocelyn is friendly and a good listener as her current profession entails. She is very withdrawn when it comes to herself. She has trust issues with others, men in particular. She is a pacifist and will try to talk her way out of a confrontation or simply walk away. Her personality has been shaped by her experiences with WWII and the aftermath of being on the run. She cannot allow someone to suffer if she can heal it.
Amazingly this has not soured her opinion of Humanity. She believes that hope and goodness are much alike and that they, float. She has seen the worst in Humanity and the best in it as well. Focusing on the fact that there are good people and refusing to believe that everyone is evil she staunchly believes that since she has differences and can do things others can’t she must do the right thing; even if no one is behind her supporting her.

Likes:
Animals
Reading
Helping Others
Fast Vehicles
Dancing
Art

Dislikes:
Narrow Mindedness
Confrontation
Arguments
Death
Misogynists
Torture
Experimentation on animals or people

Hobbies:
Horseback Riding, Racing Vehicles, Mixing Drinks, Dancing, Reading, Painting and Drawing

Strengths:
Clear Headed
Critical Thinking on the fly
Observant

Weaknesses:
Torture
Good looking, intelligent men
Injuries to others

Biography:
Jocelyn Victoria Beatrix Harmon was born in 1933 and on her 10th birthday she fell down stairs getting to a bomb shelter in the town house they were living in. her mother broke her ankle for all of a minute. Jocelyn used her powers to heal her mother. As her powers presented themselves her parents were horrified. Turning her over to an agency that stated that they’d take care of her and that the “incident” would never be spoken of. Jocelyn was taken to Canada and experimented on as a side project of the Weapon X Project. She was genetically manipulated hundreds of times but the only one that took was a healing factor from another experiment. She was then put through more experimentation to see how well the healing both her original and the added gene worked.
Needless to say she was tortured and saw others tortured. She escaped as one of the other experiments destroyed the place and somehow by luck was not discovered. She was 16 at the time but looked like she was 12. She exhibited the trauma of the incident by not being able to overcome a mental block that kept her at the mental age of how she looked; no older than 12. She was to be scrapped, killed since she was of no use as a weapon, and the day that this was scheduled was the day that Wolverine went on his rampage in the Weapon X Facility and broke out. As the commotion started she was tossed into a cryogenic capsule and incidentally forgotten. Her chamber was meant to only hold her for a few hours and to contain her but she was forgotten and only recently has the system run out of power.
Waking up she found herself in a cave that apparently the chamber had fallen into. Getting out of the cave finally she wandered to a major city and started asking questions. Shocked that she had been in cryostasis for about 65 years and that it was 2013. She was picked up by social services in Alberta and sent to live in a group home. Being the resourceful gal she is Jocelyn did independent studies and excelled learning quickly and soaking it up like a sponge. She got through all the grades she was lacking but wanted the high school experience and was looking for a high school to take her in the States. While researching high schools she did some digging to find out what had become of the facility that she was at. She happened to stumble across a non-specific article about genetic research and the possible link with the Nazi Party in WWII. She convinced one of the other girls in the group home to hack into a few files and what she found would change her life forever. She had a name of someone that was in a Secret Program called Weapon X Project.
She was able to finally track down what happened to her in Canada and after almost 70 years she has a clue and that is the name “James Howlett”. When that name lead her on a wild goose chase she almost gave up till she happened to see a young man that looked eerily like him. Stalking the family she saw and heard the name Logan and followed his trail to the Academy. Where she applied.

𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈


Tonic’s abilities are a healing touch and a healing factor. This does not mitigate pain from the injuries but as long as the subject is still alive; heart beating even faintly, she can heal them. Her healing factor can heal non-vital injuries within minutes but takes longer on mortal wounds. She is practically immune to poisons, diseases, and aging; which is reduced to a fraction of what it should be. She seems to age at about ¼th the normal rate at present from what one can tell. With her being frozen we have yet to actually see. This may have slowed the process even more. At present she looks 16 and effectively is since she was frozen at that age.
Unfortunately it is also practically impossible for her to get drunk or high; she tried that route to deal with her nightmares. This also applies to fatigue poisons which gives her increased stamina and endurance. Which in turn allows her to run for longer periods of time, not faster just longer.

𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃


Other:
TBD

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔


Theme Song:




Una O’Brian


"TBA"
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𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃



Name:
Una O’Brian

Nick-Names:
Fairy, Pixie, Sprite

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Occupation:
Student

Place Of Origin:
St. Louis, MO

Alias:
None as of yet

Age:
16

Birthday:
October 31st 2003


𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃



Relationship Status:
Single

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Partner:
NA

Father:
Milos Masaryk aka Unicorn (Biological), Richard O’Brian (Adopted)

Mother:
Delilah "Dee Dee" Deerborn aka Geiger (Biological), Ginger O’Brian (Adopted)

Siblings:
None


Pets:
None

Other:
NA


𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃



Personality:
FriendlyMercurialOutgoingSarcasticHonestImpatientObservant

Una is bright and bubbly and friendly one minute and then the next she can be dark and brooding and depressing. She can be temperamental and mercurial and she is very opinionated. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and doesn't lie. She is super observant and sarcastic to about a mean point, not that she means it but it comes out that way sometimes. She bored easily and likes to keep things moving and lively.
She sharpens her wit on fools or those she considers fools. She also loves to tease and flirt but won’t follow through if there is no emotional connection. She has a hard time relating to people who can’t keep up with someone whom should have been tested for ADHD and has but did not test positive for ADHD. She is one of those who “marches to the beat of a different drummer” type of people.

Likes:
Flirting
Parkour
Outdoors
Dancing
Rain
Astrology

Dislikes:
Homework
Pollution
Talking about feelings
Health nuts
Stupid people…no ignorant people
Fake people
Being lied to

Hobbies:
Parkour, Hiking, Swimming, Gardening (won’t admit it), Surfing, Star Gazing and Cloud Watching


Strengths:
Parkour
Direction sense
Memorization


Weaknesses:
Temper
Lack of movement
Not enough time outside

Biography:
Una was born in St. Louis, MO but was put up for adoption since her mother was underage. She was adopted as a baby by a couple that lived in San Diego, CA. They were a happy family and she wasn’t told that she was adopted till she showed signs of her powers at the age of 13. Her parents turned her over to the school when things got out of hand about a year later.
She had a pretty normal childhood other than finding out that she was adopted at the age of 10. She keeps in contact with her adoptive parents realizing that they didn’t do anything wrong and really nothing changed her personal life, other than she has powers that she can’t control.


𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈



Una’s powers are illusion based, unfortunately she hasn’t been able to bring them out for long unless she is unconscious. Unconscious her dreams come to life, as well as her nightmares. The illusions are physically interactive, meaning you can touch them and they can interact with you. She has recently been taking Hypnocil, a drug that suppresses dreams, but wants another way to control the illusions. Ideally she wants to be able to keep her dreams to herself.


𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃



Other:
TBD


𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔



Theme Song:



@Almalthia
I apologise for the delay, I honestly thought Yoshi or Vic had approved them. I can honestly just apologise, I've been... its been a rough couple of days with a few issues, and the heat... I'm surprised I'm not a puddle on the floor to be honest.

Anyway! You've been approved, I'll get the girls over in about... ten minutes!
Oh, I don't mind. Sometimes they go like that, sadly! Hope everything is okay with you
@Zarkunyou can edit if you want and let me know then I’ll change it for you ^.^
Ashton, Riley, Niesha




Location: Outside of the Funeral, North of the Franklin Wall





Riley looked towards Ashton as he started to pull out a bottle then looked over at Niesha, she really could use a drink right about now after just about everything that has happened today. "Could you maybe share with the rest of the class?" Riley asked jokingly, then she paused for a moment as she caught something in the corner of her eye. She turned her head to look out the window and paused as she saw Amelia in a Barney costume, on roller skates, her mind started to wonder what it was like for Chloe whenever she was on drugs and got high on drugs.

Riley quickly moved forward and tried to grab for the bottle, even though she knew that this was not real at all, it was something that she really didn't want to deal with right now. And Ashton was driving after all as well, she didn't want him to end up getting drunk and getting the three of them into a wreck.

As it turned out, a wreck was forthcoming anyway. Sudden, awful clarity hit Ashton like a train, snapping him out of whatever hallucinatory purgatory he was thrust into. Reality wasn't much better, and his mind had to take in a lot, all at once. What was most puzzling was that, despite regaining his full faculties, he was still holding that damned bottle of homebrew. Slowly, he looked over to where he saw his brother sitting earlier. It was thankfully empty, except for his rucksack, his bow, and Thana's pack resting atop them both.

Thana. He knew where she was going, and what they were about to do. That's the thing about reality: It sucked.

Ash's mind drifted to her, and Newnan, and all of his people that he just lost - some of them people he knew since he was a kid. His Virginia people were most likely all wiped out by the collapse, along with the last of Leann's people and every local. It was appalling. Absently, the bottle left Ash's hand while the icy fingers of reality tore at his heart. He barely registered the bump on the front of the Hordebuster as a mailbox went flying past the grate covering the windshield. He registered the sudden explosion of powdery white as a snowbank on the side of the road was obliterated, though. Registered it just fine. It turned out that, even as his mind was drifting, so too was his truck; drifting right off the side of the road. "Damnit!" he growled, leaning into the steering wheel and angling the Hordebuster back onto the blacktop. A forced voice, near devoid of emotion, inquired: "Booze okay?"

Niesha wasn’t too sure being in the hoardbuster was safer then being outside. As Riley suddenly reached for the bottle, Niesha flinched, imaging shards of glass flying towards her if the bottle smashed over a tug of war.

What the hell was wrong with them all? She didn’t have enough data to go on. They could have been drugged somehow... she shook her head, seeing Ash starting to drift. Maybe she should offer to drive... although driving this monstrosity was a little daunting. More than a little.

As the bottle slipped from Ash’s hand, Niesha reacted instinctively, reaching for the bottle and catching it, bringing it safely to her chest, holding it so none would spill, although she wasn’t sure why. She looked down at the bottle, then back up, letting out a relieved sigh as she saw they were no longer running over mailboxes.

”yes” she said, keeping a good hold on it, ”we’ve all seen things, haven’t we?” she said softly, before taking a swig of the drink.

Riley started to finally get her head cleared over whatever it was that was making her see things, like a cloud had lifted finally as watched Niesha grabbing the bottle of booze from Ashton. Riley started to tense up when the Buster started to drift and hit a sign and snowbank, when the Hordebuster finally got back to the road Riley closed her eyes and sighed softly to herself.

Riley eyed Ashton for a moment when he asked if the booze was alright, she was tempted to say something she wasn't in the mood to say anything. Looking at Niesha for a moment and nodded slightly. "Yeah I've been hearing shit, then saw Chloe outside, and Amelia in a fucking barney costume. Now I feel like what sister was when she got high on drugs." Riley admitted.

"Yeah." Ash said with quiet absence. Sure he's been seeing things he shouldn't have. Hearing things. Feeling things. It was the barest amount of comfort that others were, too. His problem was that he had been hearing thing for a while now, anyway. About a year actually, and after some time he made peace with it. Even came to trust that it was part of himself, looking out for him. But today... today was a ballbat to the face. Aside from the obvious and painful loss of life on a massive scale, Ash had just found someone to care about that might actually care about him, too, only to lose her because she was on the wrong side of an instant canyon. Alive, but out of his reach. Ballbat. Face.

Ash grimly realized that he could still detect her in the air. The scent of her seemed to materialize in his senses, along with memory of the previous evening with her. He didn't even notice the tears spilling down his cheeks until the road began to blur in front of him. Ash's breath came in quiet shudders. He had to put distance between them and what used to be home, and to do that he had to keep it together. He was already all over the road dodging pieces of tree and the like, hopefully no one would notice that he scarcely had control of the Hordebuster even in the clear sections of blacktop. If he couldn't pull himself back into his trademark stoicism, and fast, he was going to have to stop. Stopping was bad.

So they had all seen something then. "I heard... Saw Sophia... was more then sure I could feel her breath on my neck... I saw Richard with that damn axe in his head... Ravi saw something too, he said something about a razor, I don't know if he was being coerced to slice his throat, or cut that fucking beard of his." She said softly, "I think... maybe we were drugged somehow... I don't know, but it doesn't seem like we'd all have a mental break down at the same time" She shrugged, sighing, and trying not to look out the windscreen.

She didn't want to see if death was coming towards her. Whether earthquake, or walker, or something more mundane, for the moment, she wanted to live in bliss. "We just keep on going"
I will finish popping the characters over... either tonight or tomorrow.

Currently working on a initial post, not sure how long that will take.

Looking forward to this!
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