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In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Paradise Maine & Kalep Jackson


Location: The Paradise Bar - Atlanta, Georgia; USA.
Interacting With: Each Other.



"Ughhh, practice makes perfect."

That's what Kalep was so prone to hearing, yet it seemed like his life was one mistake after another. He'd decided against telling Darius about the heist for now, and was contemplating telling Jace. He was surprised he didn't see Jace on the news, so maybe he wasn't as bad as he initially thought. Probably just the calm before the storm, I do need to be practicing my powers, that Carter guy had a whole fucking light show, and I'm still bending the will of bar-tenders not to pay for drinks. Maybe I can't get a million fucking dollars in a day, but I need to make something or else I'll be back at the dealership if this Grand Theft Auto Mission dosen't work out. Thoughts in his mind he made his way into a popular diner near Taste of Paradise, and ordered a full course meal baked chicken breast, sweet potato casserol, green beans & mac n cheese nothing beat a good southern meal especially when you were nursing a constant hangover.

"I'll go order our food, you grab us a table and wait."

"..okay..." And with those words, her brother was already on the move through the crowd towards the bar. Aside from having that little bit of a language barrier, really, it was the one thing she couldn't understand about America. They allowed children to get their drivers license at such a young age, but when it came to drinking alcohol legally, the age restriction was set pretty high. Back home she could go out with her friends, she could drink without fear or worry, here though... here she wasn't even allowed to approach the bar without getting into trouble..! It was so strange...

Sighing softly, her hand lifting, neatly tucking some of her vibrant orange locks back behind her ear, Paradise glanced around the room. Her soft gaze flicking about as she searched for an empty booth or table.

Spying one not too far from where she was standing, she kept her head down as she headed towards it. Not wanting to disturb anyone else around her. If she was being completely honest with herself, she wasn't sure she even liked Atlanta... it wasn't her first choice of places she would have chosen to visit; and why her father had chosen to come here, she wasn't too sure. The mere thought of her father caused her heart to ache slightly. She hated not knowing... not knowing what had happened to him- not knowing where he was... She only hoped they could find him soon so that they could all just go home and back to their normal lives.

Slipping into the booth, she slid across until she was able to lean against the wall. Her hands resting on the table, and her gaze focussed on them, she played with the end of her sleeve. Staying silent as she waited for Kaidyn to return to her.

It wasn't long before his food got to him and he was ecstatic tearing it apart. The first meal of the day when it was early enough that he felt too guilty to drink was the best, even without alcohol enhancing the flavor. As he downed his food, he mentally instructed his waitress to bring him an ice tea, and forget to put it on the tab. Now let's see what thoughts I can peak around in, hopefully nothing I can't unhear or unread whatever. "Yeah the Drinking age dosen't make sense here." He said a little bit too loud as he heard some female thinking outloud about how some of America's drinking laws were ridiculous. Come on someone think something interesting that's not disturbing whoever thought mind snooping coud be fucking boring.

Lifting her head at the sound of a voice, her glossed lips parting from one another, Paradise glanced around. She... hadn't spoken her thoughts out loud again... had she..? Heat rising in her cheeks, embarrassed by the situation and at having gone and made a fool of herself, she hesitated. Eventually scooting over in the booth until she was able to look around the end of it and into the booth that was right beside the one she was in. Her eyes settling on the man that was eating on his own.

"..I-... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you..."

So he decided to put all his attention into his food, there wasn't much else going on. He figured he might go to a junkyard later, and see if he could run some jedi mind tricks on the owner to let him practice his powers. "Huh oh" He looked up seeing a beutiful girl sitting down in his booth with him to apologize, and he realized he'd responded to her thoughts out loud. Err, I can't exactly tell her that much as well accept the apology... He took another sip of his ice tea and chuckled. "Naw it's all good you ain't bothering me at all, shit is different out here in the states, we can go to the military and die at 18 but can't drink until were 21 fuck that." He'd always been personally irritated by that law, especially before he was of legal drinking age but as of now it wasn't a problem.

"Heh... tell me about it..." Relaxing slightly, her hands coming together in her lap, Paradise met his eyes with her own. Holding them for a moment before her gaze dropped to the table between them. Her hand lifting to nervously tuck her hair back behind her ear again, "..our first night in the States, I got yelled at for sitting at the bar... back home the legal drinking age is eighteen, so... I mean, I'd heard it was older here, but I didn't think that was actually true..."

Sure he didn't find any interesting thoughts to survey, but he found something he even better Paradise. "You got yelled at for sitting at a bar? Nonsense, I mean I get it nobody's trying to get closed down, raided by the cops and go to jail trust me not out here... but it also depends on your with. Guarantee I can get anyone to serve you a drink, even here I'd bet 20 dollars on it, the gift of gab." Yeah I got the gift of gab, just needed to be vaporized to really use it. "You didn't think it's true? Honey anything about the laws being tougher here is true, they'll arrest anyone out here for any little thing if they catch you slipping." He took another sip of his tea, and cut into his chicken before eating a few more bites. "So what brings you to Atlanta? Career in music or movies, vacation, work?"

"..our dad went missing a few weeks ago... last we heard from him, he was in Atlanta... we came to find him..."

"Damn I'm sorry about that." Kalep felt for her, that's what thoughts he'd read in her mind earlier. "Not trying to be funny or anything but did you try calling the police, ya know making a missing person report, I don't like cops myself, but this is one time the might be useful."

"..they said there was nothing that could be done... it's why we're here..."

"Yup that sounds like the cops out here, be careful out here though." He felt bad for her, from a whole different country out in Atlanta, trying to find her dad. But that was his problem always trying to help other people, even whe he was in a bad situation himself. I'm sleeping on my sister's couch and I'm really thinking how could I help this person. Still the growing itch to do something was gnawing at him and he peered into her mind trying to read into her recent thoughts to get some insight about her, and her predicament.

Chewing on her lip for a moment, Paradise nodded her head lightly. He was worried about her... it was sweet; especially since they'd just met and didn't even know one another's names. Relaxing that tad bit more, her hand sought out the pendant she wore around her neck, playing with it absentmindedly as a small though sweet smile crossed over her features. Causing her eyes to sparkle lightly, "..we will. Thank you."

Peering into her mind he was surprised at what he read. Another one? She's in control of her abilities right now as long as her emotions are in check, yup moral reason to use mind influence if I need to. Thoughts of her home life, and powers flooded his mind rapidly, unlike Alan she was an open book. "Sure thing Paradise, my name's Kalep by the way, it's crazy..to think were similar." This time he used his power to speak to her mentally allowing her to hear his voice in her head. I mean sure you can make it hotter, colder, rain, sleet and snow, I'm jeleous but I kind of like my talent too.

Smile faltering slightly, his voice filling her mind causing her eyes to widen and her lips to part in surprise, Paradise stared at him. Her eyes flicking back and forth between his, seeming to search them for answers.

"..you-... you can read minds..?"

Read Minds, or talk to you with my inside voice, but the parlor tricks don't end there. Using his power ever so slightly he caused Paradise to lift a few feet off the bar seat hovering before setting her down lightly. "Weight lifting without my muscles, that is honestly more fun then reading anything you hear alot of crazy and personal things people would never say, working on being able to completly control it still." He sighed there were some thoughts he didn't want in his head.

It... was a weird sensation.

She knew she wasn't heavy, but she wasn't exactly the lightest person in the world either- wait... did that even matter..? Was weight a factor when it came to lifting people with your mind..? She wasn't quite sure. And as soon as the puzzling thought was in her mind, it was gone again. Her attention returning to him as his words hit her ears. He was upset... Everyone always joked that if they had one super power, mind reading was one of the top three that they would choose from, but no one ever really took the time to think about it... about how it could affect them.

"..I suppose it's not always nice... hearing everyone's thoughts..."

"Yeah I'll back off I'm sorry invasion of privacy and all, but it matters but it dosen't. You know my mind has its own muscle I have to work out, but lately I've been working out my liver too much instead." He grinned dark humor was his favorite kind especially when it a hint or flavoring of truth. "It's crazy I've met two other people like me in the past week, you make three... I wonder what it all means."

"..I don't mind... and... I guess if you know about my powers, you know that my brothers the same as us too..."

"Your brothers powers." Kalep raised an eyebrow he must admit he didn't scan his mind. He'd read thoughts about her brother, and traveling there but he was more focused on her, how attractive she was, and most importantly the plight with her father. "I must admit no I didn't pay that any mind, speaking of him did you say anything before you ditched him not that I'm ever in a hurry to loose the company of someone as gorgeous as you." He flashed a smile as he threw her a compliment.

"..you-... you think I'm pretty..?"

Heat once more rising in her cheeks, the blush more than noticeable on her gentle features, Paradise let her gaze linger. Locked with his, "..u-uhm... he's, uh... he's getting food..."

This is where I need to read her mind at. He decided against it, what if he ever lost his natural charm, he had to keep the skills useful he had before his powers. "Whaaaat, pretty naw beautiful there's no way you see your face everyday in the mirror and don't think the same." He nodded his head to what she said about her brother as he kept his eyes interlocked with her. She was gorgeous, but it was something else about her that drew him to her. Her vibe was so pure, the feeling was reminiscent of how he felt about Tasha when he around her.

His words only serving to help the blush that was already giving color to her cheeks to grow brighter, Paradise finally managed to tear her gaze away from his own. Letting her eyes fall to rest on the table between them as she began to chew rather shyly on her lower lip. Her hands both lifting to play with the ends of her hair. He thought she was pretty- no. He thought that she was beautiful, "..I-I dunno, I... I look in the mirror and... I just... I just see me... nothing special..."

He noticed her blushing, and actually smiled a bit. She was such a genuine person, he had second thoughts of even flirting anymore. It seemed everything he touched had a way of crashing & burning, and he didn't want her to get caught in the cross fire. ."Really, I know what I see." Using his ability he allowed an image of Paradise to show with bright light in the back ground truly illuminating her figure. "Your special, don't let nobody tell you different."

The way that he saw her... she'd never seen herself like that before. It was so... different, but... in a nice way.

Hands falling away from her hair, instead coming to a rest on either side of her, fingers curled gently over the edge of the seat cushion, Paradise lifted her head. Her soft gaze once again locking with his as she leant forward a little. Her smile lighting up her features, and reaching the corners of her eyes causing them to crinkle slightly. He was so sweet, "..thank you, Kalep... really..."

"AWhh it's nothing really, someone gotta tell you the truth." One thing about this power was it made him want to be honest to people he wanted to trust or like him. Being able to infilitrate minds, made being fake feel even worst then ever before. I'm really starting to get the hang of this mental mojo tho He was feeling more confident with his abilities, he wondered if that was just her energy rubbing off on him, or just working his mental muscle was helping him out. "Whatchu finna get into today? It might not look like it but I just started using my power often a few days ago, I need to practice if you wanna join me let me know. The last message he directed towards her again speaking mentally not wanting to say that out loud

Today..? That was a good question... Surprise flickering over her features for a moment, caught by the offer that he'd just given to her, Paradise lifted her hand from where it was rested to instead delve into the depths of her jacket pocket. Pulling out her mobile, she flicked a glance at the time on the screen before she laid it down on the table in front of her. Heh... where had the morning gone..? Guess it was true when people said that time really did fly when you were enjoying yourself... enjoying the company...

"..nothing much really- I mean, I don't have anything planned. We only just got into town last night, so... Kaidyn and Dean are probably gunna go ask around about dad; I normally just... hang around the hotel and wait for them to come back..."

"Yesterday huh, well I def wanna practice some powers, but I can show you around the city I don't work today." Or ever again at least at that raggedy dealership, I refuse to live like a peasant with super powers. "Shit we can look for him too, I really asked cause I need help to learn from what I saw your better with yours then mine"

"..well... I don't see why not..." Smiling softly, thoughtfully, Paradise shrugged her shoulders lightly, "..it would get me out of the hotel; and even if we couldn't find out anything about my dad, it would be worth it, helping you with your abilities... so... sure. Okay. I'd like that."

Kalep was relieved to have her company, but also help from someone else with powers. Sure he wanted to work with Alan as well, but he felt when that came it be far more rigorous. "Yeah I can show you around, places to go, places you probably want to avoid, and it;s not all about me I'm sure you can learn stuff too." Really, he just wanted her presence it was something about her, beyond her power but he didn't believe in anything beyond basic liking or lust at first sight but they had been talking. The Waitress came over to the table to give Kalep the bill which he gave along with a $10 tip. "Tell me about yourself besides being Storm, what do you do? What do you like to do out of curiosity?"

"Well... I'm only nineteen, so I'm in uni at the moment. That normally keeps me pretty busy, but I do like to sneak away and go camping with my friends when I can. Get in touch with nature and all that."

"Nature huh, it does have a certain serenity about it. Personally with my lifestyle I've been dragged and stuck in the city, the industrial lifestyle too damn long too damn often." He paused perhaps what he needed the most was a vacation. "I miss college, but what I don't miss is not having a steady income." Yeah well what she don't know is shit a brother still ain't got one now.

Chuckling softly, Paradise's smile brightened, "Admittedly, camping does help out with my course work. I study botany, horticulture, and zoology. And I'm also looking into branching out to marine biology as well."

"Huh, who'd ever thought, but whatever works works dosen't it. And Marine Biology, sexy and smart huh. I settled for corporate law, just want to be able to write up my own multi million dollar contracts ya feel me." Slightly bragging, but not completely intentional. Mostly because he had less then $2500 to his name so he wasn't drafting any multi-thousand contracts not to mention millions, but also wanted to show he'd been to uni himself. "Aye Listen why don't you take my number down, hit my line and we can parlay later."

Reaching out, taking her phone up from where she'd left it on the table in front of her, Paradise nodded. Her thumb brushing over the screen; first unlocking the phone before bringing up the contacts section. Making sure to press 'add new' before turning it around and offering it to him, "Okay.. sounds like a plan."

"Bet, Imma see you later Paradise." He got up feeling good about his plans for later, he could get some practice in before he got with her later. Ight, as warm as she got me feeling, I do need to fuck around and get some money today, I tipped this mafucka $10 and he ain't give me a refill in 25 minutes, shit I'm tripping I need that shit. He shook his head as he headed out the diner at least he was full, had a mission, and later today something to do.
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Isabella Françai & Christoph Tanner


Location: Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd) & Rivera Family Home (West Vancouver; Canada).
Interacting With: Each Other.



"Isabella? This is Christoph, from Canada. I wouldn't normally bother you like this, but I'm afraid I've run into a bit of a hard to explain emergency and you're the only person I know who might be able to help."

"..Christoph..?"

Christoph... A frown crossing her features, her tired mind eventually catching up to the conversation, Isabella's free hand hit the mattress. Her body shifting slightly over the bed until she was able to sit herself up. Her back resting against the headboard as she took a moment to rub at her face. Reaching over to flick her lamp on only once she was comfortable and a little more awake, "..Christoph Tanner..? Hi... yeah, sure, I'll do my best... what do you need..?

Chris took a breath to prepare himself for a lengthy explanation. "So, I'm sure you've seen news reports about people who disappeared a while back having returned with new abilities. Well, a... friend of mine has a form of precognition, where she draws future events. One of her recent drawings is... unsettling, but detailed enough that with some help, we might be able to find out more and warn somebody ahead of time. The only person I know who can help spread this around and find someone who knows the location is you."

It was definitely too early in the morning for this type of conversation... but Christoph was one of the most talented artists she had ever met, not to mention one of the most polite gentlemen she'd had the pleasure of meeting. He was a good man, and a good friend; and lack of sleep or not, she wasn't going to turn down helping him out when it seemed as though he needed her, "Uh, okay, okay... hang on a second."

Throwing the covers back, her body twisting as she did so, Belle's feet hit the ground. Taking a moment to get up and stretch before she brought the phone back down to rest against her ear. Already on the move. If they were going to have a serious conversation such as this, she was going to need a cup of tea...

"I... well, yes, I mean... I have been made aware of the people who vanished for a time. I-... I was one of them. Though I wasn't aware that a number of them were gaining abilities. If I'm being completely honest with you, it sounds like something out of a Stephen King novel..."

"I know, it's... hard to take at face value. I would probably be more skeptical myself if... if I wasn't constantly dealing with the side effects of my own power." Chris wasn't sure how to react to the realization that Isabella was another person who had disappeared. He decided to file that information away for later and just focus on the topic at hand.

"You have abilities too..?"

Pausing as she reached the kitchen, her hand on resting on the cupboard handle, Isabella let her gaze wander a moment, "Okay, now I'm really beginning to feel left out. Because when I returned, I had nothing but a mountain of work waiting for me back at the museum..."

"I wouldn't," Chris sighed, "At least two out of the three people I know who got powers have pretty much had their lives ruined by them. Though things might be looking up for me at least." He spared a glance for Zoe, and considered that even with all the misfortune his abilities had brought, without them he wouldn't be here, with her. At that moment, the phone he was holding passed through his hand and dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Scrambling to pick it up and almost knocking over the food still balanced on his lap, he hastily put it back to his ear.

"Sh- I mean, sorry, dropped my phone.."

"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm just putting on the kettle. So... you mentioned something about painting..?"

"Right, I'll send you a picture now." Laying the drawing flat across the floor in the best light he could find, Chris used his phone to carefully take a photo, like he had so many times with his own art. Sending the file as a text attachment to Isabella, he returned to the call.

"It should be coming through now."

Pulling the phone away from her ear, her thumb flicking across to hit the speaker button, Isabella laid her phone down on the counter. Her hands busying themselves with getting her tea ready, her eyes were drawn back to the screen as the notification saying she had a message popped up. Opening the conversation, she leant forward. Her elbow resting on the benchtop as she began to flick through the various works of art she had been sent. Waking up further the more that she looked through them.

"..this... isn't your work- these are amazing. Who did you say the artist was again..?"

"Well thanks," Chris said wryly. "The way you said that kinda sounds like you knew they weren't mine because they were good." Shaking his head, he looked at Aira.

"The artist is someone you wouldn't know, and that's not their usual work, though she is remarkably talented for an eight year old."

"Christoph, please... you must give me more credit than that. I know the work isn't yours because the brush strokes are different- you have a unique style. One that is not so easily replicated." Shaking her head lightly, her attention drawn to the kettle as it whistled, she grabbed up a tea towel. Folding it over a couple of time, she took the kettle off the stove, pausing before she could pour the hot water into her cup; his words finally catching up to her, causing her gaze to draw back down to her mobile.

"..wait. Did you just say an eight year-old is responsible for those works of art..?"

"That's right Isabella, and I'm afraid that's all the information I can give you about her over the phone. For such a talented budding artist, I'm sure you understand my desire to keep her out of the spotlight at such an early stage." Chris didn't mention anything about the hardships Aira had gone through already because of her art.

"..I understand... and I shall keep the information to myself. Though, I must ask, what do you expect me to do with this..? What are you looking for exactly..?"

"The best idea I could come up with was to spread the painting around like an old phone tree, and hopefully someone will be able to recognize that area. You were the person I thought of with the most connections."

"..I'll get on it right away." Replacing the kettle back to the stove once she was done with it, Isabella took a spoon to her tea. Stirring it lightly before adding a dash of milk and repeating. Speaking again only once she'd lifted it to her lips and had taken a sip, "..I have a few friends in the blogging world. I'll give them a call, see what I can do. But I'll also dig around in the art world and let you know what I come up with. Is there anything else..?"

"No, I- Thank you for everything, Isabella. We should... catch up, sometime when there isn't an impending crisis. I think it's time I brought myself out of isolation."

"It would be nice to see you again, yes." A soft smile playing over her lips, she turned her back to the kitchen counter. Leaning back against it as she held her tea in front of her, "There are quite a few people wondering where you have gone off to."

"I'm going to work on it slowly, get these abilities under control before I reenter the public eye, but for now I want to find people I can trust with my secret. I'm tired of being a hermit."

"Well, I'm honoured you trust me enough with this. And if there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to call."

"I'll keep that in mind. Goodbye Isabella, enjoy your tea." Chris hung up the phone with a sigh, then looked at the time printed on the screen.

"You know," he said slowly, "It occurs to me now that London is in a different timezone than Vancouver."
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Isabella Françai


Location: Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd).
Interacting With: No One.



The journey had been a long one… Very long. However, the very sight of the beautiful castle looming overhead, casting its grand shadow over the land, was a godsend in both her heart and mind. She was tired; and was more than sure that Phillipe was just as in need of a well-earned rest as she was. Letting go of the reigns with one hand, Isabella lifted it up to the hood of her cloak. Her fingers curling gently, holding the material for a few moments before she pulled it further down over her face. Shielding it almost completely from view as she continued onward, gently nudging her horse in the sides with her heels in an attempt to urge him forward and through the gates that led up to the castle itself.

She couldn’t say exactly what it was that had drawn her to the Kingdom. Whether it was the constant dreams showing her the exact path to take… or the rumors of a monstrous beast roaming the lands- perhaps it was a combination of both; she couldn’t tell. But there was just something that had pushed her to make the journey... and whatever it was, she was going to do everything she could to find out.

Slowing to a stop once she was at the foot of the stairs leading to the castle, Isabella drew her leg back over the horse. Stepping down before she turned to look up at the stunning grand structure that stood tall, towering in front of her. It was... daunting… to say the least...

Turning her gaze over to a few men from under her hood as they approached her, she hesitated but a moment before reluctantly handing the reigns over to them so that they could tend to Phillipe. Letting her attention turn back up to the castle, she lifted her head up. Her hand coming up to slowly lower her hood down to her shoulders so that she could get a better look at it. Even if she didn’t get the chance to hunt down the beast that roamed the Kingdom, then maybe… just maybe she might be able to get some answers about the dreams she had been having for as long as she could remember…

~ . ~


Pulled from her slumber by the sound of music filling the confines of the darkened room, Isabella groaned softly. Her arms tightening around the pillow for a few brief moments before rolling over. Her back hitting the mattress, her head continued to turn. Her hand reaching out. Patting a few moments at the bedside table, she eventually found what she was looking for. Her fingers curling around her phone, she tilted it. Her eyes, opening slowly, flicking up to glance at the time displayed on the screen. It was early. Really early. Like not even four in the morning yet. Who in the world was calling her at this time..?

Unable to help the yawn that passed through her lips, her body stretching. She relaxed. Her thumb brushing over the screen answering the call, Isabella once again closed her eyes. Bringing the phone across until she was able to hold it against her ear, not bothering to even so much as sit up.

"..mmm... hello..?"
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Zoe Flores, Christoph Tanner & Aira Rivera


Location: Rivera Family Home (West Vancouver; Canada).
Interacting With: Each Other.



Chris pulled into the driveway with his station wagon, trying not to think about how his hand-me-down car looked parked at a house this nice, or how awkward he felt moving in with a woman he had just met yesterday. Besides, technically this was squatting, which didn't make him feel any better. Maybe he should suggest they move into his house instead. It wasn't as nice, but it felt more morally defensible, plus he wasn't sure he wanted to leave his studio behind.

Deciding that was exactly what he would bring up, he got out of his car, locking it behind him on instinct. For a moment he just stood there, unsure on how to proceed, and if just knocking on the door was the way to go.

The black dress shirt she'd found in one of the draws now helping to cover her body, as much as it could anyway, Zoe ran her hand back through her hair. The other lifting, joining the first as she gathered it all up. Tying it back in a messy bun on the top of her head. It felt... strange. Walking around on two feet during the day again when she had spent so long on all fours, twitching her nose, and being bombarded with carrots and lettuce.

Honestly, it made her never want to see another salad again...

Closing the gap between herself and the kitchen bench - the groceries had finally been both ordered and delivered - she began to go through the bags one by one. Putting it all away where it belonged. Just another thing she could cross off her never-ending list of things she needed to do...

Deciding to just go back the way he had went in last night, Chris found that the door hadn't even been closed. He also found Zoe standing in front of an open cupboard wearing nothing but a dress shirt.

"Somehow, wearing more clothes has made you seem less dressed. Also, impossibly, hotter."

Chuckling softly as the voice that was quickly becoming very familiar to her filled the room, Zoe smiled. Glancing back over her shoulder at him as she continued to put the groceries away, "Oh really..? Just you wait till I get my hands on my riding leathers or heels..."

"I've never really been one for leather, but on you?" He let his voice trail off at the end of the question, coming fully inside at last. "I would offer to help put things up, but I don't know where anything goes here."

"I've just been putting it where I think it goes... what makes sense."

"Fair enough I suppose. We can always fix it later." Chris grabbed a bag and found some space for the contents, making sure to take time to admire his... whatever she was at the moment. He was going to let that question sit for a while longer, worried he'd ruin the mood with a serious discussion.

"So I brought all the important stuff over, but I was thinking on the way back that it's a real shame to have to leave my family's home behind, and my studio."

She paused. Hesitating a moment before she finished what she was doing. Putting the packet of pasta away in the cupboard before turning to face him. Chewing on her lip as she fell against the counter; her hip resting against it, "..so what do you want to do..?"

"I... hadn't actually planned any farther than bringing it up." Chris looked over at her and found he couldn't quite decipher the look she was giving him.

"Probably not my best idea, forget I said anything, I can live with it, and I don't want to uproot the two of you."

"I can go anywhere; I prove that just by being here. I live in Barcelona. So it's not to much uprooting me; it's Aira..."

"Then we'll ask her, but it can wait a few days. She's already going to have a lot to process at the moment." Chris put the last of his bag into the cupboard, then turned to face Zoe. "Speaking of Aria, has the little one woken yet?"

Nodding her head lightly, Zoe turned back to the bag of groceries that she was unpacking, "She woke up not long after you left... I ran her a bath and we spoke- she's still calling me Athena... and now she's in her room drawing again..."

"Do you want me to go keep her company?"

"That would be helpful... yeah... I'll come join you guys once I'm done here."

Nodding, Chris spared one last look at Zoe before heading down the hall towards Aira's room, glad he had learned her name at last. Coming to the door he remembered, he knocked softly.

The pencil coming to a stop on the page at the sound of knocking, Aira twisted her body slightly. Sitting on the floor with her legs to one side as she stared at the door, waiting to see who was there.

When he didn't get an answer, Chris eased open the door, ready to close it again if he had to.

"Aira, are you there? My name is Chris. I'm a... friend of Zoe. I mean, Athena" Remember what Zoe had said about Aira, he decided to correct himself to make things easier.

Staring up at the man standing in her doorway, her still wet hair pulled back in a braid, Aira twisted where she sat. Her legs swinging around until she was able to cross them underneath her, "..your the man from my pictures..."

"From your pictures? You mean when I painted with you last night?"

Shaking her head lightly in response, Aira tore her gaze away from the man, instead looking around her at all the pictures she'd drawn in the last few weeks. Littered about the room making it more of a mess than it used to be. Pushing some of them aside, looking at each of them until she found the one that she'd been looking for, she stood up. Her braid bouncing lightly over her back as she closed the gap between them; the picture held out towards him. One that showed the two of them standing in front of a wall painting together, much like they had done the night before.

"That's... me and you, last night." Chris gently took the offered paper, actually impressed by the girl's skill, even as he wondered at what her ability was making her draw. "Do you remember painting together last night?"

"..no..."

"No need to worry about it I suppose." Chris muttered, before turning a bright smile on Aira. "What are you drawing now?"

"..a mermaid..."

"Can I watch you draw?" Chris asked, running out of things to say. He would probably be just as wary as the girl if someone walked into his house and started asking him questions, not to mention she was still a young child who's life was going through a lot of changes. None of that made this any easier for him.

Nodding her head lightly, Aira reached out. Her touch soft, gentle as she took hold of his hand, already leading him back to where she'd been sitting on the floor drawing, "You can draw too. Athena said you were good at it."

Chuckling as he was dragged across the room, Chris nodded. "I suppose other people say that sometimes."

Sitting down next to her, he took an offered pencil and piece of paper, then waited for her to start drawing again before he started sketching her. With quick pencil strokes, he stayed true to reality at first, but left some blank spaces around her head, which he later filled with rabbits with butterfly wings, sitting on her head, or playing with her braid, or being distracted by a painting on the wall. It wasn't his best work by far, but it was certainly the most fun he had had with art in a long time. Part of him had forgotten what it felt like to forget exhibits and commissions and just draw something for fun.

"Athena says you're staying... is that true..?"

Pausing in his drawing, Chris took a moment to look at Aira. After his hesitation, he asked "Do you want me to stay?"

Head tilting lightly to the side, Aira continued to draw, "Will you keep drawing with me..?"

With a grin, Chris waved his paper in the air. "I love drawing, and it's more fun together. There's also painting, and even carving and sculpting we can do."

"Then you can stay."

Chuckling and returning to his sketch, he decided to add a crown on Aira's head. "I'm glad to hear that, milady."

Giggling, a smile breaking out over her features, she swapped out the color she was using for another one, "You're funny. Athena said you were funny. It's why she likes you."

Pulling a face without looking up from his paper, Chris pretended to be offended.

"She likes me because I'm funny? Why I never! I'll have you know I was voted most serious person at the clown tryouts."

"Says the man who stubs his toes and falls through walls while walking."

A smile lighting up her features, no longer as tired as they had been the night previous, Zoe made her way into the room. A soft chuckle falling through her lips, she slowed to a stop beside him. Folding herself down on the ground beside Chris before she reached forward. Placing a plate full of wraps down for them with one hand as she lowered two soft drinks down with the other, "..thought you might be hungry..."

"Actually, I'm starving." Chris said, bumping Zoe's shoulder with his head for her wall comment while reaching for a wrap gratefully. "Thank you Athen.... Uh, Zoe."

Raising her brow, Zoe turned her head to look at him while he attempted to figure out what name to call her, "You too, huh..?"

"She's very convincing. Chris explained with a shrug.

"..mhm..." Picking up one of the drinks, Zoe held it out towards him. Her attention drawing back to the little girl who was already munching hungrily on the wrap without hesitation. The sight bringing a smile to her lips, "..did you show Chris the drawings you showed me, Aira..?"

Shaking her head, using a single hand to grab up a fistful of the drawings that were around them, Aira continued to eat. Holding the pages out towards Chris.

Taking a moment to bite out of his own wrap and sip from the offered drink, Chris balanced his meal on his knee and wiped his hands before taking the drawings. The pile he held was in an entirely different style to the picture Aira had in front of her, and the subjects in the frame varied vastly. From a picture of an entire lake full of dead animals, to a couple sitting together in a tall tree, to a fire reflected in what seemed to be the eye of an animal. At the very end, the most detailed picture was one of a hospital falling over, and two people silhouetted against the scene. In one of their hands, a newspaper fluttered in the wind, the headline reading 'Georgia to Pass Contested Powered Registration Bill.'

Looking up at Zoe in surprise, he gestured to the pile of papers he was holding. "Are these all from..." He trailed off his question, glancing at Aira happilly munching away.

Meeting his gaze, a weary expression on her own, Zoe nodded her head in response, "..but look at the date on the newspaper... that's this Friday..."

"That's... worrying for a number of reasons, but if this is the future, it's the future in America. I feel bad for the people there, but it's not like we could warn anybody."

"..can't we..? We haven't even tried..."

"The most we know from this picture is that a hospital somewhere in America will collapse on Friday. I can't read the name of the hospital, and even if we can be fairly sure that this is in Georgia, that newspaper could actually be from anywhere. I would love to call someone and warn them in advance, but with only this much information, I can't think of any way we can help."

"..it's worth a shot isn't it..?" Her lips parting from one another, Zoe searched his eyes, "..we have the prior knowledge that something... disastrous is going to happen. I don't know about you, but... I'd rather not watch it pass knowing that I didn't do everything I could to try and stop it..."

Chris was about to keep arguing when he looked into Zoe's eyes and the fight went out of him.

"I... alright. There's no harm in trying. I may not know anybody in Georgia, but I do know someone in London I met once with a scary good memory and possibly too much time on her hands. I can give her a call."
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Elle Marrow & Flint Marrow


Location: Atlanta; Georgia.
Interacting With: Each Other.



"Damn it Elle I almost thought this was a voicemail."

He knew she was still upset about the work he was doing with Legion, but at least they were on speaking terms again. Besides he'd need her help if he was going to be able to fix this situation. "Look I need your help it's an emergency, please can we meet up? Where are you?" Flint didn't even want to crack any jokes until she was in-front of him, he'd got Riddley on his side the firepower, but if he wanted to find out who she needed to aim the gun at he'd need the brains.

Despite the fact she'd been in the midst of a heated argument not moments prior to answering her mobile, it was just too early for this shit... especially the type of shit her brother continued to drag to her. Eyes widening slightly as his voice, already yelling, could be heard clearly through the receiver without having to use the speaker option, Elle held the phone a slight way away from her ear. Blinking a few times, and giving it a minute or two before her brother seemed to finally calm down. Actually giving her a chance to speak.

"..well, hello to you too. I'm fine; thanks for asking. Not dead. Nope, still kicking."

Flint knew that Elle wasn't always going to be happy to speak to him, but still he hoped he could get the point across and she she was the same as always. Oh Great, she's the same as always "Well I figured you were still alive when you picked up Elle, but yeah I'm glad your alive too." So far it seemed dropping the humor wasn't exactly advancing his goals as much as he wanted. "Are you doing D'n'D again? Look you got plenty of time for dragons, knights, whatever it is that you like to do again but right now there's a real problem going on, and I could use your help, come on I'll give you a beer, nah... TWO Beers."

"Two beers..?" Her brows raising, Elle leant forward. Her elbows resting over the balcony, "Geez, you must be desperate."

"Yeah two." He said regrettingly as that was coming out of his check, usually he'd offer her maybe one or to 'have some of his', "Desperate? I won't steep that low. In need of extra help with few trust worthy options is better, alright you want me to come pick you up or you can come to me?"

Turning her head slightly, Elle glanced about at the mass of people she could see below from where she stood on the balcony. Each of them just as dedicated as she was to the world they'd all made and developed together. And as much as she wanted to stay; Flint was family... she couldn't exactly say no to him... again. Least not to hearing him out. Once she had, then she'd make up her mind on if she was going to help or not. Sighing out, she brought her attention back to the call.

"..you're gonna have to come get me... I was expecting to be here for the full week, so my ride to the airport isn't coming until Sunday..."

"Of course it's never easy, shoot me an address I'm on the way." He sighed as he made his way to the Tesla, this is one of the main reasons he was glad he had a self driving car. It was always turning out to be convenient in different ways.
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Zoe Flores & Christoph Tanner


Location: Rivera Family Home (West Vancouver; Canada).
Interacting With: Each Other.



The bed was warm... perfect...

Pressing back against the strong mass behind her, the feeling of arms wrapped around her body a comfort she hadn't enjoyed now for quite some time, Zoe lifted her arm up. Hugging his tighter against her body, and when she felt it slipping away, a soft whimper of protest fell from her lips. It was way too early in the morning to be thinking about getting up. Groaning softly, she instead wrapped her arms around the pillow she was using, hugging it closer to her as she curled up further under the thick and heavy doona and blankets that covered her mattress.

Stirring back to life after a few minutes longer, she opened her eyes. Staring at the wall of the master bedroom they had commandeered as their own, she eventually turned over onto her back. Her head continuing to roll as she let her dark gaze flick up to the figure that seemed to be trying to slip away from her.

"..trying to leave me already, are you..?"

Surprised, Chris turned from his seat at the edge of the bed to look back at Zoe, letting his gaze linger for a moment before answering. He figured he probably didn't need to be embarrassed anymore.

"Um, I just thought I should get an early start if I'm going to be moving in over here. I have a lot of supplies I need." Looking down at the shirt he was holding, still covered in paint, he added "Plus I need some changes of clothes."

Sitting herself up, the sheet falling down her body to rest over her lap, Zoe scooted closer to him over the bed. Her chest pressing flush against his back as she let her arms wrap around his torso from behind. Her lips meeting bare flesh as she pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. She understood. There was so much that needed to be done; and it was one hell of a big change for all of them. Within the space of a few hours during the night; the three of them had become some strange little family without barely a tie to one another asides from the fact that they were all alone, and wanted to help each other out in some way.

"..I get it... just wish I could help..."

Chris gently brought his hand up to caress her arm, leaning gently into her. It had been longer than he could remember since he had felt anything like this, and part of him wanted to ignore the coming day and simply stay here, enjoying the proximity. Still, after what felt like an eternity crammed into a few seconds, he decided he needed to get a move on. He turned his head to press a kiss to Zoe's temple, then stood, gently breaking the circle of her arms.

"I'll be back before too long, I'm just getting the essentials for now. I'm sure you and the little one have things you need to talk about anyway."

Finishing getting dressed, he moved to the door, pausing there to gaze back at her.

"I'm... glad I met you two. God that sounds dumb now that I've said it.

Arms falling from his person and back to the mattress as he stood up, eyes still closed, lingering still in the moment where his lips had been against her forehead, Zoe regretfully opened them. Forcing herself back to the present before his words had her smiling. A soft chuckle falling from between her lips, "..your right; and it's fine... besides, if it helps, I'm glad stumbled into my life..."

"At least I didn't go that cheesy."

Chris stuck his tongue out at Zoe as he walked out of view, chucking to himself.

Cheesy... Cheese. His words striking her like a ton of bricks, Zoe fell back over the now otherwise empty bed with a groan, "Fuck... that reminds me; still need to order groceries..."
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Elle Marrow


Location: Outside Atlanta; Georgia.
Interacting With: No One.



She’d had enough. More than enough.

The man was more than infuriating, though oddly… endearing. It frustrated her to no avail to have to deal with him on a daily basis. But then it couldn’t be helped. He was the Prince- heir to the throne, and she a ward to his father. That didn’t mean, however, that she had to put up with his crap. And as if on cue, there was an angered rapping of knuckles upon the door of her bed chambers. His booming voice, full of frustration filling the air from the hallway.

“Freya... Open the door..!”

Clearly the man thought enough was enough when it came to this little fued between them.

Turning her head, the sound of a second round of knocking filling her ears, once more followed by the voice of the arrogant Prince, Elle watched the door for a brief spell longer before turning her back to it once more. Of course he was here. Had she not made it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing more to do with him..? For the love of the Gods; he was so insistent on keeping her held tightly within a cage, and yet, even when she willingly locked herself away from the world, he still wasn’t happy.

Arms folded over her chest, her bright eyes locked upon the view that was lain out beyond the open doors of her balcony, Elle ignored the call of the voice in the hall. She didn’t want to see him- she didn’t want to speak to him, and nameday or not, she would hold no pleasure in celebrating the pompous prat by having to stand by his side all night as was expected of her.

The knocking however grew louder, and it became painfully obvious that he wasn’t about to just go away any time soon.

“I will not go away, Freya. So either open the door, or be forced to listen to the sound of my voice until you do..! I have no qualms about being here all day.”

It was though he had read her mind, and that very thought had her jaw clenched as she once again turned her head towards the sound of his voice. Anger flashing behind her eyes, she crossed over the room. Not bothering to utter a single word as she wrenched the door open to reveal the man stood on the other side. Her eyes bearing into his for but a moment before she was gone. Already on the move as she made her way back stand in the open doorway of her balcony. Awaiting for him to get on with whatever it was that had brought him to her door that morn.

“Freya… please.”

“..your timing, Gwaine, is impeccable… my gift to you was brought to my chambers just this morning.”

Turning her head, glancing back at him from over her shoulder for only a moment, Elle broke a single arm from across her chest. Motioning over towards the far side of the room where a young baby goat was lain upon a pile of blankets near the corner. A large bowl of water and one of hay and grass sat next to the little thing, “..I wish you an… enjoyable nameday. My apologies, however… I fear I shall not be joining you at this nights celebrations…”

“I expect nothing from you, other than your appearance tonight. If nothing more than to keep up appearance. You are the one keeping yourself in a ‘cage’. Well, I have had en-...” His voice faltered slightly as he finally glanced over to where she had gestured. Surprise and confusion clear on the man's features. Staring at the animal as though the longer he did so, the more it would make sense, “..a goat..?”

“Well… yes. What would be the point in getting you a donkey..? You are already an ass…”

He looked back at her, as if waiting for her to provide any further explanation, though when she didn’t he took a step forward. Huffing out a frustrated sigh, “So it is alright for you to insult me in such a manor; but I seek to protect you and suddenly, that is not okay..?”

“Protecting me is one thing; being an asshole is another completely.” Shaking her head, Elle once more crossed her arms over her chest. Keeping her back to him as she let her gaze focus again on the view spanned out before her.

“Oh, yes… Asides from the fact I am sure you would have been perfectly fine if it had been anyone other that me seeking to protect you. The problem is not me being an ass; it is that you do not want to look past that view..!”

“Do not want to-...”

Anger and indignation flashing behind her eyes, her arms breaking apart from her body as she turned back to confront him. All of it melted away in an instant at the sound of music began to fill the confines of the room, causing her to blink once… twice…

"Shit. Pause..!"Cheeks flushing a light shade of red as she recognized the song playing, Elle’s hands shot to her gown. Sliding over the material for a moment for that one pocket she’d managed to slip in without making it too obvious. Lifting her head, finally discovering and pulling her phone out of what looked like nowhere, she shot an apologetic look to the guy opposite her before turning. Her thumb brushing over the screen to answer the call before she brought the phone to her ear. Her posture relaxed, and personality a complete three-sixty from what it had just been as she stepped out onto the balcony.

“You’ve reached Elle. What’s up, bitches..?”
In Invincible → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Zoe Flores, Christoph Tanner & Aira Rivera


Location: Rivera Family Home (West Vancouver; Canada).
Interacting With: Each Other.



Reaching her hand out, she turned the flame down. Attention instead drawn by the sound of a commotion, her head gave a light tilt as she honed in on the sounds that were around her. Listening, almost acutely, for something that seemed off, aside from the obvious. It wasn't the girl's parents. That hadn't been a car- she knew, almost intimately, the pur of an engine... the screetch of a tire; hell, even the slaming of a door.

This was far from that.

Leaving her food on the lowest flame to continue cooking, Zoe reached out. Her fingers curling around the handle of the chefs knife she'd been using earlier. Better be safe than sorry. Silently lowering the knife down to her side as she moved, she took up her half-eaten apple. Bringing it back to her lips, she bit down once more. Chewing on what she had in her mouth as the gap between her and the glass door closed. Her brow raising and lips parting slightly from one another as she caught sight of the scene waiting for her. That... was new. At least, not what she'd been expecting anyway. Flicking the lock, she slid the door across. The night air, not at all uncomfortable or uninviting, hitting her figure as she took a step forward. Her posture relaxed as she leant herself against the frame of the door.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much, Papi... I'm sure I'll live."

Startled by the sudden voice, Chris spun on the spot. At least, he tried to. It mostly wound up looking like a pathetic flop, with he leg still trapped.

"Wait, I can explain! I-"

At this point, Chris had managed to fully comprehend what he was looking at. Mouth slightly agape, he gazed at the woman standing in the doorway, completely unclothed besides the paint splotched at random across her skin. For a second, he only stared, speechless at the sight, before suddenly realizing the position he was in and clapping his hands across his eyes.

"I- I mean- you..."

Nawwe... it was so adorable when men got all flustered like that.

Chuckling softly to herself, Zoe brought her attention to the apple she held in her hand. Twirling ig for a moment in her fingers before finally, she took another bite. The crunch of the peel something she had always enjoyed listening to as her teeth cut through the fruit. Lingering a few moments longer, she pushed away from where she was leant against the door. Her bare feet tickled by the grass as she closed the gap between her and the stranger that was, without a doubt, one of the worst burglars she'd ever come across.

Keeping her legs together - there was no need to fluster him further, though it would have been amusing to watch him squirm - she crouched. The arm of which she held the knife coming across to rest over her bent knees; she tilted her head. Watching him curiously as she finished her mouthful, "So... something you want to tell me, Papi..? Because you either really suck at breaking and entering... or you made a wrong turn somewhere."

Chris kept his eyes firmly covered, even as he heard the woman walking towards him. He could feel her proximity as her voice came from much closer than before, and a combination of an overactive imagination and fear of the knife he had seen in her hand robbed him of any semblance of peace.

"No breaking and entering here ma'am, only... uh... entering. Not on purpose though, I tripped." Pausing for a moment, his mind went into overdrive trying to come up with a believable explanation, and failing. With nothing else left, he decided to go with the truth. "I tripped... through the wall. I was just out for a walk, and stubbed my toe, and then I fell through the wall and got my leg trapped in the hutch here. You can see my leg sticking out of it, but it's not broken. I swear I didn't mean to be here."

"..you have powers."

His surprise at her statement almost caused Chris to drop his hands. Almost.

"Powers? Sure, I suppose you could call them that if you were feeling generous. I haven't felt very powerful recently, more like I'm trapped in my own house." About to say more, Chris shut his mouth, realizing he was starting to spill his life story to a naked woman in a house he had just broken into. "I just have to wait to phase out again, then I can get up and get out of your hair. I really didn't mean to intrude."

"Break it. I'm sick of living in that thing anyway."

"Are you sure? I- wait living in? The rabbit hutch?"

"You didn't think you were the only one with abilities now, did you..?"

Shooting him a wink, she stood to her full height. Casting a look around the rest of the yard, her attention was eventually brought back to him. Her hip jutting out as she leant her weight over a single side' the hand holding the knife reaching out slightly as she motioned for him to get moving, "Rápida. Come on, move it so we go inside. I have food on the stove. And be thankful it was me that found you instead of the niña. She has a set of lungs on her, I'll tell you that..."

"Y-yeah, right." Removing his hands from his eyes, but being careful not to look too closely at the still extremely naked woman standing nearby, Chris placed his free foot against the wood next to his trapped leg, but just as he was about to push down and free himself, his body fizzed again and his foot fell through. Not wasting a second, he rolled free as his body returned to normal, carefully standing up and brushing himself off. "Right, that worked out I suppose." As he tried to get his bearings, the last thing the woman had said caught up with him. "Wait, niña? You have a daughter?"

Quirking her brow, a smile playing over her naturally pouted lips, Zoe motioned down at herself with the hand that held the apple. The knife held down at her side in a non-threatening mannor, "..does this body look like I've had a kid..? No, the girl isn't mine. I'm just here to watch over her."

"To be fair, I've been doing my best not to look to closely at your body. I'm afraid I'd catch fire if I did. Bare minimum, I'd lose the ability to speak." And Chris had, in fact, been trying, but some part of him couldn't resist taking a peak every now and then, despite his better judgement.

"Why..? Clearly I don't mind."

"I prefer to keep my wits about me when invading another person's home. For the life of me I can't remember why though." Chris was fully aware that he was rambling at this point, and tried to steer the topic back into safer waters. "But you're cooking you said. Not a good idea to leave a flame unattended, I'll just... see myself out."

"Get inside and sit your ass down at the bench, Papi. You look skinny enough that next time you fade, you'll fade away." Rolling her eyes, Zoe turned her back to him. Her hips once again swinging in time with her steps as she led the way into the house and in turn, the kitchen.

Finding himself unable to argue, Chris simply followed the woman, trying his very best to keep his eyes above her neckline. "Um, I'm... Chris. Christoph."

"Zoe."

Rounding the bench once she'd reached it, she placed the knife down over the chopping board that she'd been using earlier. Instead replacing it with a wooden spoon as she leant over the pan. Giving the rice held inside a rough shake and a quick stir to make sure none of it was burnt before turning away again. Going through the cupboard to collect two bowls and the fridge to collect a couple of beers before returning to him. Turning off the flame once she was satisfied, she separated the rather quickly made fried rice into the two bowls. Slipping the now empty pan into the sink as she pushed one of the bowls towards him. Eventually handing him a fork as well, "Zoe Flores."

Chris gave a small smile as he took the fork, finally deciding he'd better just roll with whatever was going on right now. "Well, Zoe, I can't say I do this often, but I'm pretty sure fried rice isn't the usual response to a break in. Especially when one is looking after a child."

"True... but my madre would kill me if I were to let you out of the house without eating. Besides... this isn't a normal situation. And she isn't a normal child."

"Another powered person? What are the chances of that?" He took a bite of the food in front of him and chewed thoughtfully, his eyes no longer focused for the moment.

"Yeah... she's a special little girl alright..."

Chris snapped out of his contemplation and looked at Zoe, before immediately averting his eyes again. Standing up, he tugged on his collar a bit. "Well, uh, thank you for the food. It was... good, but I should really be going and let you get back to... whatever it was... you were doing. Before."

"Eating. Alone. Like always."

Her dark eyes meeting and holding his, her expression was different. Softer like her voice as she explained to him what she had been doing before he had, for lack of better words, stumbled right into her life, "..I'll have a shower... order groceries online for delivery tomorrow because Aira can't go shopping, and I can't leave her on her own... then I'll take whatever I can find that's left in the fridge, and I'll make her breakfast... lunch... and dinner; because she doesn't know how to cook yet. She's only eight years old. I'll then watch over her while she sleeps- keep an eye on her in case she gets up to draw or paint again. I'll sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll once again become her pet rabbit. I'll probably only get about an hour or two of sleep myself before she wakes up to another day. Alone in this big house. With no one to look after her..."

Chris swallowed as he stood there, no longer avoiding looing at her. Slowly, he sat back down, wondering if he was really going to stay. His mouth made the decision for him.

"On second thought, I don't have anything to do tonight. Or tomorrow, or really ever. I could... keep you company."

"..gracias..."

Lingering where she was for a moment, movement caught the corner of her eye, and she turned her head to follow it. Her lips parting slightly from one another, Zoe didn't bother to utter a single word before she was on the move. Her body rounding the bench for the forth time so far that night, her bare feet barely made a sound over the timber flooring as she made her way down the hall, "..Aira..."

Confused at Zoe's sudden departure, Chris lagged only a second behind, wondering if he should be following her deeper into the house or just staying put.

Slowing as she reached a half open door, a little hesitant and feeling her heart already beginning to break, Zoe paused. Glancing back over her shoulder at Chris - by God, what he was going to think of all this... she was used to it, but him..? - the glance lasted only a few moments before she turned back to the door. Her hand finally reaching the wood, she pushed it open. Slowly stepping in and out of the way so Chris could join her as her dark gaze settled on the young girl.

The sound of her hands over the walls was muffled; and all that filled the decent sized bedroom apart from the gentle stream of light that streamed in through the window. At least, that was until the door was opened, and light flooded the room from the hallway. Allowing the two other figures to be able to see as they stepped into the bedroom. But it was as though the girl hadn't heard. Focussed instead on what she was doing. Her soft lips parted in concentration, she seemed completely unaware that she even had company. Her normally dark chocolate brown eyes no longer, instead glazed over a milky white as she stared at the blank spaces as though they were nothing more than a canvas; her paint covered fingers working quickly to fill in the gaps.

How many nights had she spent standing in front of the wall..? Fingers covered in paint, or hands clutching hold of a pencil, crayon or marker...

There were paintings and drawing everywhere. Littered all about the room. On the walls... on the floor- in everything from crayon to paint, pencil to brightly colored marker. Each addition only helping to ruin yet another layer of wall paper in such a short amount of time, her parents had given up and instead had just left her to her own devices. And why not if it had benifit..? What was the point in having a daughter who could provide you with the future if you couldn't use that information to get ahead in life..?

Stepping back from the wall, Aira turned. Her knees hitting the ground and her body hunched over itself as her hands once more hit the paint that was smeared over the floorboards. The girl pausing only long enough for her to look back over her shoulder at the wall. Watching on as the blank white spaces seemed to darken before bursting to life with swirling color- lines forming. Making the picture whole, though only in her own eyes. Standing back up, she hurried back over to the wall. Her hands pressing against it once again so that she could continue her art, but instead, she froze in place. Her head stooping for a moment, she turned attention from side to side; the whites of her eyes seeming to stare right through the woman before flicking across to settle upon the man.

“..did you come to draw with me..?”

Chris stood in the doorway, almost in awe of what he was seeing. The girl didn't seem to be in control as she painted, more like a brush than an artist. As she smeared paint across the walls, he realized this must have something to do with her power.

"I... would love to draw with you. What are you drawing?" Chris took a step further into the room, looking at Zoe from the corner of his eye to judge her reaction. Part of him wanted to help this girl through whatever episode she was having, but if Zoe tried to stop him he would back off.

Shifting slightly on the spot, Zoe kept where she was. Watching carefully as Chris stepped forward to interact with Aira, she didn't even try to stop him. Always unsure of what she could do in situations like this.

Her intense gaze lingering on him a moment longer, strong; almost as if she were staring into his very soul, Aira turned back to the unfinished painting on the wall in front of her. It wasn't the first... and it was more than clear by the state of the room that it wasn't going to be the last either. Pictures of gloom... of happiness... one of a woman, frantic and screaming as a large hand with pink nails held her over what looked like a blender; while another showed a man, relaxed and stuffing his mouth full of popcorn. A smile on his face.

There were pictures of things that had happened... of things that were yet to come. Though just when these predictions were to happen wasn't always so clear; even to the little girl who once more had her fingers gliding over the wall. Taking the image she was seeing, and putting it on the wall so that others could see it as well, "..the bad lady..."

"The bad lady..." Chris muttered, crouching down low to the ground. Placing his hands in the paints like the girl had, he brought them up to look at for a moment. "Alright little one," he said, standing up, "Where do you want me to help?"

"..she lets it all burn..."
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Paradise Maine & Kaidyn Maine


Location: Atlanta, Georgia; USA.
Interacting With: Each Other.



"..we're lost... aren't we..?"

Head shaking in response to the question, Kaidyn drapped his arm over his sister's shoulders. Tugging her small figure closer against his as the two of them kept on wandering down the road. He knew exactly where they were. They'd turned left when they'd left the hotel in search of a conveniance store, and then taken a right at some point... Alright. So maybe they were lost, he wasn't about to go admitting it to her. What was the point in making her worry for nothing..? And it wasn't as though they were helpless- they had options. Both of them had their phones on them. They had the address of the hotel; google maps. And despite the fact that it had been a long tiring day, full of driving, it was nice to get out and stretch their legs.

"Nah... we ain't lost. I know exactly where we are..!" Flashing his sister a smile, he gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze.

"Oh yeah..? And where's that..?"

"Right here. On this street. In Atlana. Searchin' for somewhere to get some grub."

Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help but smile. The small change in expression lighting up her features, Paradise tilted her head. Letting it come to a rest over her brother's shoulder while her arms snaked around his body. Giving him quick hug. Typical. Even in times where neither of them had any clue as to what they were doing, or where they were going, or even what was happening; he was always trying to keep things light for her. It was sweet, "You're a bloody idiot."

"Yeah... but you love me. And even if you don't. You're kinda stuck with me, so..." Poking his tongue out at her, dodging her attempt to hit him in the ribs like she normally did whenever he teased her, Kaidyn picked up the pace. Giving a light jog as he moved ahead. His body turning, now walking backwards, he shot a quick glance back over his shoulder at where he was going before turning his attention back to her. His arms held out wide, "Oh..! It's like that is it..? Well come on then. Bring it on. Show me what ya got, Paras."

"Oh, you are so dead..!" Chuckling, her smile only widening over her beautiful features, Paradise took off after him. Her hands coming up to hit at his chest, she squealed when she felt his strong arms wrapping around her. Back arching slightly, her feet left the ground as he swung her around. Once more gaining solid footing, though only long enough for her brother to give her his back. His body crouched somewhat, she knew what he was doing. Her hands reaching out to rest on his shoulders, she climbed onto his back. Another squeal filling the air as she was hoisted up. Arms wrapping around his neck from behind as he once more began to walk, "Haha..! Can we hurry up..? I'm starving..."

"Yeah, yeah. What do you feel like, anyway..?"

"Hm... burgers..?"

"Burgers."
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