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Open Epilogue

Scanning the page, wondering why anyone would even bother to keep a journal, Cathie was unimpressed until the last paragraph. "They…guess they poofed…hey, y'don't think it was Mutant-Tamer?" She had given the guy the nickname the moment they'd learned that he could go outside the city without getting eaten. Cathie barely remembered his name, and wouldn't remember it at all if the others had gone along with the nickname.

No Mutant-Tamer meant no food from outside the city—which meant no food, pretty much. Great. "Poofing would be less painful than being eaten or starving, and it's still short and sweet. Just because you have to wait for it doesn't mean it won't be short and sweet when it finally comes. But I agree with Firecracker about getting food. Are we gonna get going?"

((I had a brainstorm and decided that Cathie's the kind of person who gives everyone nicknames. ^^ Firecracker is Leslie, but I'm still working on Aquila.))
 
"Oh, this isn't good."

Tristan looked around, apparently coming out of a daze, while balancing on a fire extinguisher with a chunk bitten out of it. He stood their on the street corner with no recollection of what he was doing. What was he doing? More importantly, he thought, where am I? He couldn't even remember waking up that morning, yet alone walking to some unknown part of town. However, although Tristan and Renwick did not realize this, everything was unknown. His middle name? What a mystery. What he did yesterday. No one knows. A lot of times, his memory just goes blank, and it's all "What am I doing" from there.

He tried to rack his brain real hard, by squinting his eyes shut and running his fingers through his hair once or twice, but nothing happened. "Aw man, I'm usually not this out of it..." That was totally untrue, but he didn't know it. Yet.

So, his reasoning turned out to be, "Go left," and that's exactly what he did. He goed left.
 
Leslie shrugged good-naturedly and shoved her palms up unnervingly close to Cathie's face, mouthing something that looked like boom. Then she leaned back again. "Like I said, my birthday's nearly a year away. With 'Mutant-Tamer' gone" - she mockingly emphasized Cathie's nickname for their former leader - "we're bound to get hungry. Fast. I'll probably starve before I poof, and that's certainly not my definition of short and sweet."

Beckoning to the others, Leslie set out at a fast walking pace, ducking to squeeze into a hole in an otherwise impenetrable brick wall - it was probably blown open a few years ago. She was one of those people who loved to explore, particularly fond of shortcuts, hidden clearings, and those sorts of things. This left her with a better knowledge of the town than most of the kids.

Several seconds of running along in dank, uncomfortable darkness saw Leslie out of the destroyed presumed-building. She turned a corner - and yelled in shock and stumbled backwards when she almost ran straight into Tristan. Why was he here, out of all places? Then again, he often had no recollection of half the things he did, and Leslie soon learned not to press the matter. Nervously she eyed the forlorn fire extinguisher, foam sluggishly squeezing out of the large tear in the metal.

"Yyyyyo," Leslie greeted the blonde-haired teenager. She was always cautious when greeting him - there was no telling if it was Tristan or 'Renwick', after all.
 
Ken finally woke up after all the noise the other's made. He grumbled and cursed under his breath.

"Damnit, where are we?

He absentmindedly, he checked his watch, although, he had no idea if it is the right time or not. Also, without thinking, he rubbed his odd scar, and gripped his X-shaped pendant.

"Is anyone else alive? Other then us?"

He slowly got up, and walked towards the rest. Suddenly, his stomach growled.

"Uhhhh does anyone have anything to eat?"
 
((BREAKING NEWS THE GUY IS NOW BEN MULRONEY ..No. Terry Smith. There we go.))

Ah, almost everyone's up. Here we are. Greeting everyone with a nod, Aquila almost glared at Ken.

"If I had any food I wouldn't share it with you," she muttered, too low for anyone but the people around her to hear. "Food's not important now, well, it kind of is. Why don't you join our pity party and take a look at this?" Aquila motioned around the town with one hand.

Actually, it's a wonder everything hasn't decayed, she thought, and looked up at the church steeple. "There may be a few leftover canned things in the houses," she announced, hopefully. "Uh, why don't we all go through every house and see if there's anything? There aren't that many of us, so if we find anything we can bring it back and share it." Aquila was about to add 'we know if you take it for yourself,' but thought that would be too negative.

Why am I acting like the leader now, she mused. I'm screwed in a month or so, anyways. "But really, there's got to be a few leftover cans around. Anyone up for some raiding?"

Oddly, Leslie had run off without Aquila noticing. "Damn it," she muttered. Now she was stuck here with the other kids who to be honest, she didn't trust. Just another effect of living in the FAYZ; all the weird kids had to stick together.
 
((Im coming kind of late, and have no clue what's going on right now, but Im still jumping in!))

"And yet another day full of hopes starts.."

Daniel muttered to himself. He sat on a pile of big rocks, which was his shelter in nights. It had the form of an iglu, and the only way to enter it was to lift the rocks, something only he could do, although a human or creature with lots of physical power could also lift these rocks, but that was unlikely. He jumped off the rock pile, and looked around. The ground around him was full of small rocks. Perfect, he thought to himself, and started concentrating. He closed his eyes and 'closed' his fist as the small stones started glowing red, and slowly rose from the ground. He opened his eyes, and started moving his left hand, 10 small rocks following every movement. He slashed upwards, and the little stone zoomed upwards, somewhat in the way a whip would do. He moved his hand downwards quickly, and the stones 'slashed' downwards, still in the way a whip would do. He closed his eyes again, and the glow faded from the rocks, all of them falling on the ground. "Seems I can still defend myself!" He said and grinned. He shook his head, and put on his normal facial expression(neutral mood), and went over to the stones, picking them, hiding them in a pant pocket that still survived, and decided to explore the city remains a little.
 
Cathie cringed and huffed as Leslie started to leave. "I'd be up for raiding, but a member of our party has already run off, Breeze," she addressed the Asian girl still sitting in front of her. "Might as well follow her for now." She quickly ran to catch up to Firecracker—why did she think it was so annoying for her to give nicknames, anyway? Ducking into the darkness, she followed the sounds of the older girl's footsteps. Dark was nice. People talked less in the dark, and it always made you feel more alone. And alone was always good.

Turning a corner after reaching the light in hopes that Firecracker, too, had turned, she ran smack into said girl and hit the ground, winded. Scowling up at the world in general, she cocked an eyebrow. "Split," she acknowleged with the faintest hint of surprise. She had named Split for his split personalities—though she wasn't about to tell him that if he didn't know about them—and it saved the trouble of guessing if he was Renwick or Tristan at that moment.
 
"Dammit," Aquila muttered, and turned to Ken. "Well, we're the only ones still here," she sighed. "Uh.. Here's the diary if you care," she finished, and raised her arms. With a thought, she lifted off the ground and nodded to him, before shooting off in the direction opposite from the way the others had run.

From above, it was easy to tell where the biggest houses were. Though everyone could easily have their own (heated!) houses and three others besides, it got lonely quickly and a bit unnerving at night. A while ago there was a group of kids who all lived in the same house, but they all poofed or something, since no one had any idea what happened to them.

Landing on the roof of the old school, Aquila sat down and looked at the remains of their town. They had to get some food soon, and it was getting harder to find anything. Not that it would matter to her in a month, she'd poof anyways. Though there were some younger kids, and what would happen to them?

Everyone was screwed anyways. Might as well commit suicide now, before death became long and painful. With that kind of positive thinking we'll get places Aquila thought. No use just sitting there.

Hanging off the edge of the roof, she dropped lightly onto the window ledge and tried to kick the window in. It shattered easily, and Aquila mused about how she was probably the only kid stupid enough to try that, before slipping into the building. Everything was so fragile and breakable in the FAYZ, and that included the kids. Hahah.
 
"I'm up for some raiding." he said as he went to another house across from the others. As he went in the house, he saw a sheathed Ka'pesh (Egyptian sword) above the fireplace. Curious, he picked it up and took it out. Surprisingly, it was not a novelty blade, but a real one. With a sharpened edge and everything. Seeing that the owner(s) are not here, he attached it to his waist. You will never know what you will find out there. Unfortunately, the refrigerator and pantry was empty. It was almost as if someone or something clawed at it. Seeing that there is nothing else, he went out to meet the rest.
 
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Xaldin said:
Surprisingly, it was not a novelty blade, but a real one.
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Ok, what? It could happen, I dunno, but that seems a little unrealistic. But then again, it's Dragoon's call.

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Right as Tristan turned the corner, he back stepped as a smaller girl almost ran straight into him. "Whoa," he stuttered, taking a mental note of what had just happened. Shortly after, another girl headed into the first girl- who he had finally recognized as Leslie- fell on the ground, and muttered something that sounded like "Spit", he had no idea. He had felt some new feelings, some that he doesn't experience too often. One was the element of surprise. With his new found powers Tristan's reflexes caused him not to be frightened or stunned by anything, so this was quite an astonishment for him. Usually he'd hear the girls coming, or smell the girls scent, but this time he was just spacey. First I don't know where I'm going, he thought to himself, and now this?

In spite of all the confusion, he could only spurt out "Um..." but then manage,. "Man, you guys startled me..." After waiting and looking at them both for a moment, he added. "So, uh, what are you two doin'?
 
Leslie took a few seconds to regain her composure. "Heh, I could say the same to you," she said. "Um, what were you doing there? Man, you must've been up real early to get here and rip... a hole in a fire extinguisher..." She shook her head. The poor guy probably didn't even know what had happened prior to their encounter.

"We were just going to look for some food," Leslie quickly amended before Tristan could respond to her previous statement. "Y'wanna come? There's bound to be a few cans somewhere in the houses." While she waited for him to reply, Leslie extended a hand to Cathie to help her get back on her feet.

OoC: Short reply is short :<
 
Cathie ignored Leslie's outstretched hand and got to her feet herself. "I guess having more people will help us cover more ground, but only if you're actually going to help," she warned Tristan, whom it was now apparent he was. "No point in coming and letting us do all the work."

((Gah, shorter post. >_<))
 
((No sword for you. >:C All the houses have been searched before, so the sword would have been gone already. We're just going to check if anyone left any cans *kicks front post*

Considering that, the doors would all be unlocked or a window is broken already, since some people just have to be epic. *glares at Aquila*))

Of course, the school was empty. Aquila really didn't expect anything edible to be in the school, and if there was anything it'd be in the staff room and would be a rotting mess. Not that she cared; if Aquila found a donut or something sweet and not canned fruits, she would have eaten it even if it was covered in dirt and spit. Hepatitis was a lie.

Leaving the school through the window, Aquila made her way back to the church steeple, her favourite place to be. It wasn't like anyone else could get there, really, so she stayed there when it wasn't cold. Like it was cold today. If someone had left canned stuff in a house, would they have stayed in a big house or a small place? The fourteen of the kids in town could probably look through every house in a day, though the food they would hopefully find wouldn't amount to anything they could all share..

Which is why Aquila hoped if any of the others asked the people she had talked to what had happened, she hoped they wouldn't go looking for food too. It was an asshole move, but you had to do what you had to do to survive, right?

Jumping off the steeple, Aquila flew from the center of town outwards. Hopefully she could find the other.. three and tell them to not spread the word too much.
 
Daniel looked around, and noticed there were lots of kids around. That can be good and bad... He tohught to himself, and walked towards one of them (cathie), readying his stones(the ones collected before) in case someone would attack him.
(yay for kid with red glowingand floating stones around him. Failpost)
 
OoC: Oh shit, I meant to say fire hydrant, not fire extinguisher. :<

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He ignored the other girl's- Cathie, he realized- seemingly needless comment and looked back to the fire hydrant.
"Oh, well... whatever." He gave a graceful smile and put his hands around his head, then continued, "I'd love to tag along, but it seems kinda pointless to go for houses. We could, you know, just ask Terry?"

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OoC: Shortest post, ha.
 
Leslie frowned the slightest bit when Cathie refused her hand and stuffed it back in her pocket. Oh well, the blonde-haired girl always was kind of introverted. She took a bit of comfort in that thought.

Upon hearing Tristan's reply, Leslie stiffened, then forced herself to relax when she remembered that he hadn't heard of the journal Aquila had found yet. Actually, more than half the kids probably didn't know. She certainly wasn't sure; she had ran off not two minutes after the discovery.

"Uh, you should know something..." Leslie mumbled. "Aquila found Terry's journal in the middle of a street just this morning - hell, I didn't even know he kept a journal. But anway, the last entry was never finished. Cut off straight down in the middle of a word." She paused; if Tristan couldn't figure it out from there, then God help him. Leslie chuckled inwardly at the though. Though friendly on the outside, she was a bit devious on the inside.

The raven-haired teen's stomach growled for the umpteenth time this morninig, though this time it was much louder and insistent. She cringed and flushed lightly in embarrassment. "Oookay... Cathie, c'mon, let's go. I'm getting really hungry. Tristan, catch up if you want."
 
((Twiggy, y'don't have to put Cathie's name in brackets there. First, they know each other already, and second, you could always, you know, describe her and what you're doing.))

"Got it," Cathie said, nodding curtly. She, too, was starving, and wouldn't be surprised if her stomach growled as well. Luckily it didn't, saving her the embarrassment that Firecracker felt.

Turning around, she took in a sharp breath at the sight of Daniel. A pang of jealousy shot through her as she noticed the glowing rocks hovering around him. "No need to be so paranoid, Sunshine. You can put down the stupid rocks," she finished rather bitterly. Everyone that actually talked to her had some sort of useful power…now she, on the other hand, wasn't about to draw the monsters to death.
 
Aston woke to the sound of talking. "Food?" he muttered sleepily. He was quite hungry. He got up from the bench he had been sleeping on. "Who's getting food?" he asked. When he finally stopped rubbing his eyes, he saw one kid had rocks floating around him. How interesting... he thought to himself. Another child was looking at the kid with the rock with obvious hatred. "You know, looking at others that way can cause an attack. It would not be his fault if he launched a rock at your face. You really need to be more careful, considering the reason your jealous is that you either don't have a power, or you have a very weak, use less one," he said to her. Then he turned to the rock kid. "And you should not use your powers so carelessly. No other children are your enemies. Save those rocks for the coyotes. You never know. They might keep your thick head out of their jaws." Then he turned from them both, and started to wander, humming a strange tune as he did so.
 
"Who made you the mind-reading counselor?" Cathie snapped at Aston's back. "We both know full well what my power is, so stop acting all smart like my being jealous isn't a given. And why do you care if Sunny there throws a rock at my face? Not like you've got anything to lose." Okay, she would admit that she might have been reacting a bit too harshly, but she was in a bad mood, and nothing pushed her buttons worse than mentions of her power.

She needed to leave. Now. "I'll…get food alone. Firecracker, have fun." Cathie promptly sprinted off stormily and turned a few corners before ducking into a house, satisfied that enough distance had been put between her and the others.
 
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OoC: Okay guys, seriously, get you're fucking reading straight. Lots of you guys are popping out of nowhere without any explanation (I.E. Xaldin and Chaon.) Like Chaon, you can't just wake up on a bench without explaining yourself, then scold two people with information that you're character can't possibly know waking up from his sleep. And yeah, he might be good a reading peoples expressions, but no one's that good, especially no half-asleep. And Xaldin, actually know, this is directed towards Chaon also; you guys aren't anywhere close to us. Unless you were coincidentally sleeping on a bench right beside us?It goes like this.

1) Aquila goes to church, finds book, and is joined by Cathie, Leslie, and eventually Ken I think.
2) Leslie runs off, followed by Cathie, and runs into Tristan, who is in a complete different place than everyone else. Aquila and Ken at point A, Tristan, Leslie, and Cathie at point B.
3)Aquila leaves Ken. Ken goes into a house, leaving point A. Tristan, Leslie, and Cathie are still at point B.
4)Daniel enters the RP, wakes up in a totally different place, and does his own stuff for awhile. Then he wanders to point B, joining some of the characters. So far so good, everyone.
5) K, here's where things get tricky. Nobody has really left point B yet, and Ken walks out of his house, breaks his sword, then asks Tristan "Who's Terry?" If you left the house, you'd be at point A again. Not at B. So really, nobody could be having a conversation with you.
6) Aston then literally, comes out of nowhere. You just hop up out of sleep, start criticizing people without describing you're own scene, and then end your post. Nobody should be having a convo with you, either.

Guys, we don't all have to be together at the same time until Dragon wants us to. It's RPing, you can't rush anything, you just have to take your time. So, I'm disregarding Xaldin's and Chaon's posts for now, and now I have to wait to see if Blazie wants to do the same, so I can organize myself har.

Oh and fuck, we should really get an OoC page. :/
 
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