Terrigen: The Mutant World.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Jing-Mei looked up from her notebook and smiled as Vinn led the rest of the group onto the bus. She gestured to the rows of seats behind Moss and herself, and returned her focus to the pad on her knees. Jing-Mei got car-sick (or bus-sick) waaay too easily for her liking, so giving herself something to do would hopefully make things a little easier.
Fishing into her jean pockets, she pulled out her green iPod and unwound the headphones around it, and placed one of the buds into her ear, so that she could still hear what everyone was talking about. Rolling her thumb around the touch-sensitive circle, she selected a song, and clicked down to make it play. Smiling once more as the soft guitar intro began to play into her ear. She slowly began nodding her head, her lips forming the words as she shaded the figures in her book.
"Honey why are you calling me so late?" she sang softly, tilting the notebook so she could see her picture at a different angle. Her singing attracted Moss's attension, who had been staring out of the window to avoid all eye contact, and she looked down at Jing-Mei's lap. Smiling at the young girl, she showed her the drawing.
"What do you think?" she asked quietly.
"V-v-very good, J-Jing-Mei," Moss said, a small smile on her face. "Y-y-you're quite t-talented."
"Aww, thanks Moss!" Jing-Mei said, grinning at the girl, then taking the book back.
"It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet," Jing-Mei sang softly, pencilling shading along her own cheek. She was really pleased with how her drawing was coming along. Turning in her seat, she saw Vinn and Treya behind her, with Nora sat with the boy they'd just met, who's name was Tyler, she thought.
"You ok, Nora?" She said, looking at her female friend with a small amount of concern in her eyes, remembering Nora holding her head before. Grinning at Treya, she lifted her notepad over the seats and placed it in front of the girl and Vinn.
"What'd you guys think? I know it ain't great, but I thought a nice superhero angle would be fun!" she said happily. "But girl you make it hard to be faithful, coming from the lips of an angel," she finished, then blushed. "Heh, sorry. One of my favourites."

[TragicAce]

Please, do come in.” Jules smiled warmly as he held the door for his newest patient. It was the second and last appointment today, the rest of his day spent on call and exploring the large and diverse capital of the United States. Only having arrived in the States a couple months ago Labrousse hadn’t the time to take in the sights as much as he’d like to. With Terrigen the nation’s capital had been all astir with activity—protests both for and against mutants. During times of unrest people often turn to a higher power seeking answers, solace. Some turn to God, others, the White House. And still others turned to Jules Labrousse, M.D. A Mr. Rayners was one of those people.

“I understand, Mr. Rayners, that your relationships both marital and with your child have gone full circle for the worse since Terrigen. Is this correct?” While speaking Jules motioned for the man to lay down on the sofa, while he himself moved his chair to rest beside it. It was important that his chair was not set opposite the man as frontal eye contact was not inductive to a productive discussion. For men especially such contact was seen as confrontational and the natural mind would not be able to rest sufficiently. That and the seated position the patient was in-laying on a psychiatrist’s sofa-left one open and awkward, as if to some kind of attack. It was this uneasiness feeling that actually helped to loosen the mind, once the initial barriers had been broken.

“I…my wife and my daughter, they…I can’t even say it. I’m a pastor at the National City Church. I’ve been pastor for nineteen years now. And I…what happened months ago, what those media seculars call Terrigen, is nothing short of God’s judgment on man. I know that He is judging us, I know that he is testing us. But my family, my beautiful, wonderful family…why? Why them?!” The man was near in tears. It was plainly seen that he was a man prone to emotion, speaking riveting gospels and singing wondrous hymns. But not now, now he was a weak and unsure man. And uncertainty was one of man’s greatest fears. Using clairaudience Jules received a vision as to what the man was experiencing.

The girl and mother had the ability to both emit and manipulate fire, but at the cost of their appearance. Horns sprouting from their heads, and tails. Hardened, scaly skin. In such a conservative and religious household, this must have been none other than demons. This man before him was torn between his two girls and the belief system that he had held to so dearly throughout his entire life. Thoughts of killing them both had passed his mind, but only in crossing. It would take but a push and a few little words to set him off. But that would be too easy, Jules sighed. Ah, how about this?

“You seem to feel guilty about something. Not about your wife and not about your daughter, but you. What does Adam Rayners regret? Do you perhaps place what horrors have came upon your family on your shoulders? Do you see this as a punishment, a punishment for some misdeed in your past? Are your loved ones suffering on your behalf?”

The questioning and tearful responses continued for the greater part of an hour, the pastor pouring his entire soul out. He apparently was not the most faithful husband around, and felt an unbearable sin because of it. Eventually through these questionings Rayners made his own answer, found his own truth. Everyone wants to find something, anything-just so long as that bit of uncertainty about themselves is gone. Adam convinced himself that this was his fault, that his commited sins made his family into demons. And after admitting the thought of killing them and realizing just how horrible a man he was, he’s likely to kill himself.

Jules predicts it will be tomorrow morning, after the nine o’clock mass.

[Aubs]

As the night went on, Janelle had earned enough money to pay for her college tuition, twice. She moved her body seductively on the lap of a muscular gentleman, causing him to practically go into cardiac arrest as he placed singles into the thin string of her laced thong. She deviously smiled, thrusting her body against his while simultaneously informing him that he was not to touch her. She knew that because she was such a beautiful woman who did what she did that men would want to put their hands all over her. She was feisty though, unlike most women, so when she told you not to touch her, you weren’t supposed to touch her. The dance anyway was only meant to tease the men and they knew it. They just needed to just get closer to her. Something about her drew them toward her, but regardless of if they paid well there was a line that wasn’t supposed to be crossed.
“Stop! I fucking told you not to touch me!” She growled evilly. “You know the rules.” She slapped his hand away from her backside with all the strength she had and walked away.

After her night dancing had ended, Janelle headed out back behind the club where she usually parked her car to find, Mary, her co-worker being beaten by a large man. Immediately, Janelle’s mind recalled her vision she’d witnessed much earlier in the night.
“I said, take your clothes off bitch! You know you want this, don’t deny it!” The man shouted, his husky voice caught the attention to Janelle’s ears. It was quite familiar actually. More familiar then she realized, she just wasn’t able to draw any connections. She wanted to hear him just once more to make sure she knew who it was, but all the screaming coming from her acquaintance on the grimy ground halted her from hearing anything. It pissed her off some, here she had warned Mary to watch herself, but obviously her red headed friend knew what was best for her. She knew her precious Michael would never hurt her. Naïve, that’s exactly what Mary was. She trusted a man to be truthful to her and treat her like a Queen, she never realized that all men were one thing: dogs. That the only things they did was laze around and hump just about anything.
Watching Michael lift his hand and strike Mary a couple more times bothered Janelle some as she knew that if she didn’t do anything about it that her friend would wind up dead.

“Hey! STOP! Let her go!” She shouted, running over as fast as she could to the couple. Getting closer, revealed the man’s identity as the man from inside the club who Janelle had had a hard time with. The voice matched perfectly to the body.
Mary’s eyes glimmered at the sight of Janelle standing before her. “J,” She voiced quite weakly, attempting to gain the strength to stand. Blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, but other than that she had no other visible bruises. “You, you-”
“What the hell do you want?” Mike cut Mary off, pushing her down to her knees. He moved closer toward Janelle, showing the contrast between the larger man and Janelle who had been extremely smaller compared to him. She was a fairy to his ogre, a butterfly to his elephant, just everything smaller then something large.
Janelle surprisingly didn’t show any nervous emotion as she stared the man in the eyes. If anything, she displayed more strength. “I want you to leave her alone, is what I want!” Her eyes brown eyes slowly becoming quite darker than before. She could feel her body tingling and pulsating with a sensation she had never felt before. Something out of her control was beginning to happen and if Mike wanted to remain the douche he was he would leave, immediately.
“Do you think I‘m scared of you bitch?!” Mike growled, placing his hand on Janelle’s forearm. “The last thing I’m going to run from is some two dollar prostitute, who can’t even give a good lap dance! Stay in the place you should be in bitch, a hoe’s-”
That had been the breaking point, as Mike held onto her arm forcefully her own body began to weaken. As she limped though, an extremely dark liquid substance exuded from her finger tips. The mucky texture slowly leached its way up Mike’s arm. He panicked immediately upon realizing the liquid had been a poison, eating away at his flesh. He gave effort to try to break free, but Janelle would not let him. Even Mary, who had could stand at this point tried to help out the man who had hurt her. But there was no way free. Janelle’s strength had exceeded past anything ever imagined, especially for a woman of her size.
“Janelle, stop! Let go! STOP! NOOO!” Mary screamed at the top of her lungs. Janelle’s mind completely blanked, she saw absolutely nothing. She couldn’t even hear the screams of Mike and Mary, who had both been consumed by not only the liquid itself, but the intoxicating fumes they were sure to melt your skin down to the bone. Janelle had just committed her first murder and she wasn’t even aware of it. . . .yet. Her eyes soon went back to their regular hue about a couple of minutes later. She couldn’t believe the site before her. Two bodies, lay before her. She could see the bone on the body she identified as Mike’s. And Mary’s body looked just as worse.
“Oh, my, god,” Janelle spoke to herself, moving as slowly from the bodies as she could. “I-I-I,” She quickly ran toward her car not taking one glance back at the bodies on the ground.

The next morning, Janelle tried to go about her daily life as if she hadn’t lived through the night before. It was all a figment of her imagination. Mary and Mike weren’t dead, no, they were somewhere else. They’d gone out for dinner last night and that was that. Janelle knew absolutely nothing about anything. At least that was what she would tell the authorities if they found her, which was impossible as Janelle would always be one step ahead.
Heading into the building for her morning classes, Janelle soon ran into a friend of her, Audrey, someone she’d pretty much knew since her move to Atlanta.
“Hey,” Audrey responded, smiling politely.
“Hi.” Janelle retorted. As she spoke, her mind wandered off. She was getting a vision. From what she could see, it was herself, seated in her car just like she had always been. She quickly glanced over as the passenger side door and-
“Janelle,” Audrey called, trying to her the girl’s attention.
“Huh?” Jane asked, checking herself back into reality. “I’m sorry, I was just uh, wandering off there. Long night.” That was true, although far from everything.
“I was just asking you if you saw the news this morning. Apparently two people, a guy and girl were found dead last night in an alleyway. They were like burned to the bone.”
Janelle flashed back to the night before seeing those bodies, Mary and Mike’s bodies. She might not have remembered exactly what happened, but she was fully aware that she had killed them.
“Janelle, girl are you alright?”



“Yeah,” Janelle answered almost quietly, the look on her face showed nervousness and panic. “I’m feeling a little under the weather actually. I, uh, I’m gonna go. I’ll talk you later ‘kay.” Janelle quickly ran into the parking lot and tossed her bag into her backseat. She put on her jacket and started the engine to her car, except she hadn’t driven anywhere. She’d stayed in park.
“I did that. I actually killed two people. That was me.” She spoke aloud to herself. At least in her car she was guaranteed some bit of privacy. Or so she thought. Within minutes of sitting there in her lonesome, the passenger door opened and there stood a man accompanied by a woman. She of course had seen this. Was she prepared of what was to come afterward though?


"Who are you? What do you want?"

[Gafe]

Tyler was uncomfortable. It was a nice bus, with comfy chairs and thei air conditioning, and the scenery that played outside the windows was enjoyable, but company had his hair on edge. Nora seemed nice, she had acted nice, but she'd read his thoughts. Vinn was. . . bizarre, Jing-Mei was talented - she sang and drew very well, there was the girl who seemed to be full of energy, and the other one that seemed to dissipate every few sentences. They were a likeable lot, but they were still strangers for him nontheless. Tyler tried to continuously push the feeling back, reminding himself that they were warmer to him than his own parents were.
But in the end, all of them were strangers. Strangers with powers.
He enjoyed the conversation they engaged in, listening all the while. He felt he needed to say something, something about a city coming closer and closer with every second. None of the others appeared to have noticed it yet, though.
"Uhm, I think - I think we're here." To emphasize his point, he pointed towards the front of the bus, where the letters "ome to Washington D.C." were printed on a large board, of which a part was missing, the rest of 'Welcome'. If Tyler had to guess, he'd say a Terrigen Mutant had blown off that part in a fit of rage, or emotion, or anxiety.
He gave a small smile to eveyrone else, they were closer to Xavier.

The nerve of that man! Jack Fujibashi slammed his phone in the receiver for the fourth time. How could Professor Xavier not answer to him, Jack Fujibashi, master of plants and all about them! The audacity of some people. . . reason why he preferred to stay in his study, locked away from human contact.
We've received information. . . mutants at Fort Knox. . . gold. . . tanks to dust. That was his radio, useless gizmo that worked whenever it wanted to. Apparently, now it wanted to. But it didn't even transmit correctly. He'd been ripped off at that garage sale.
The radio, oblivious to whatever mental curses Jack threw at it, continued semi-transmitting: Xavier at. . . summit for Mutants . . . kidna- The botanist sent a vine through the decrepit item. He didn't need to hear anything about Xavier for a while.
A couple of moment later, Jack was armed with a big backpack and an icebox that contianed only water. Fine, if Xavier would not be answering or helping, he'd make the breakthrough on his own. He just needed to get out of Chicago to find that little plant.
If Xavier ever decided to return the call, he wouldn't find Jack in his study. He'd be too busy helping mutant kind. Unlike him.

[Grimn]

Slade looked at the man that stepped out from behind what was once solid gold bars. “He just took my money” thought the man angrily. “I can broadcast what I am doing whenever I want” laughed Slade. “No one has thought of any way to hurt me yet so why shouldn’t I make the world my new playground” continued Slade, cracking his large neck to the side. “Who are you anyway” laughed Slade. “Its obvious that you are like me in that we have both been given gifts” said Slade. “Now what business is it of yours if I decide to take this gold and use it as I see fit” laughed Slade.


OOC: Sorry for the short post but I need to introduce Vincent before I can really start doing anything.

[Vale]

Cyrus smiled as he picked up one of the transmuted bars.
"Your standard of ethics, I find most displeasing." He spoke, as he turned a bar back into gold, then to silver, then into water, pouring out of his hands.

"You exist to abuse your power, whereas I am nothing like you. You say this world is your playground, but with a simple thought I could end your little spree here and now, perhaps reward the people of Fort Knox with a solid gold statue of you?" He spoke as he began to alchemize random things around him, effectively turning most of the objects in the room into a silicon-dioxide (glass)

"But I won't, for I am not like you. " He said as he outstretched his hands. "But that doesn't mean I won't stop you if placed in a situation which requires me to." He smiled as he began to change the particles in the air around him to be more dense.

"Leave now, while you still can. You think no one has found a way to hurt you, however that's because you haven't met me." He smiled.



"My name is Valentine."

[Aubs]

“I’m fine, just thinking.” Nora voiced, as she wiped her long blonde strands away from her large grey eyes. She hadn’t said much at all since she had gotten on to the bus with the others. She just wasn’t feeling like her usual self. Something was wrong with her. Even the tone of her voice, which had given off and become a much more serious one, showed a new side to herself that made her friends wonder. They wanted to know more about her and she wasn’t willing to let her guard down. Especially after revealing her telepathy secret to a complete stranger, Nora felt as though that she needed to keep somewhat of a distance from her buddies.
This is starting to be more challenging then I originally assumed it would be, Nora thought to herself, taking a quick glance over toward her friends laughing and being happy. I mean what if we don’t find Xavier? What if we never get the questions we deserve answers to? I just don’t know what I would do if we don’t find this man. She worried, feeling her migraine pulse more and more by the second. Her head had never ached as much as it did that very moment. No amount of aspirin and rest could cure what started out as a common headache. With the large array of voices pounding on her head as if sticks were beating on a bass drum, Nora just couldn’t seem to get them to stop.
The scenery is lovely!, one voice said. I just love riding on the bus. It calms the soul.
That's completely false. I've been on the same bus and feel no calm emotions! If anything, this is the worst bus ride I've been on! Nora thought to herself immediately identifying the voice toward an elderly woman knitting as she stared longingly out her window. She’d been mesmerized by all the land they drove past.
WHY AREN’T WE THERE YET!? screamed out another thought. Another went, I’m starving to the max bro! I need something to eat right now, dude. Nora figured out that the latter had belonged to Vinn, as she’d known him to have quite the large appetite having lived with him over twenty four hours now and he’d been the only one she knew since being in New York to use the words ‘bro and dude’ in the exact same sentence. And his accent was distinctly the most original she’d ever encountered.
More thoughts poured in by the second. With ones wondering if they’d locked the door to their apartment, if their dream guy would finally pop the question to them, or if Coach Joe really deserved to have won all his football championships Nora just seemed to hurt in an extreme pain. Every time one of her friends would mention her name though, she played it off quite well for them to have not noticed anything.

“Dude, we’re going to go eat once we make it to D.C, right?” Vinn inquired, patting his grumbling stomach. Nora had been right in her discovery of his thoughts about eating. “I feel like if I don’t get anything in my stomach anytime soon, I might die of star- star- what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Starvation, Vinn, starvation.” While Nora usually would have let out a slight giggle at Vinn’s common mistakes at vocabulary, she didn’t. Instead, she let out a large sigh and turned to stare out of her own window.
Vinn glanced at Nora, and then turned toward Jing and shrugged his shoulders. He could sense that something had been wrong with her, but he was one for letting people keep their distance. “So have any of you all been to Hawaii?” He asked to stimulate the current dryness the conversation field was having. Most were keeping to themselves, or worrying about the condition Nora had been in. Vinn had just wanted everyone to be happy. Ten minutes went on with more talking between Vinn, Jing, and Treya. Tyler hadn’t said much, but they’d all went on to think he was just very shy around them. And Nora, well she took somewhat of a nap or so it appeared. She’d really just closed her eyes to keep everyone from checking back on her every five seconds. Her head still ached as much as before, if not even more. Finally, they’d arrived in Washington! Vinn wouldn’t have known if Tyler hadn’t spoken up and commented on it.
“Uhmm,” He voiced, the tone seeming nervous yet excited in a sense. “I think- I think we’re here.” He spoke, as he began to smile some. It’d been the first time since he’d been around the group that he’d showed some type of emotion.
“We... ARE!” Vinn shouted aloud, beginning to stand as the bus continued to keep rolling. “We’re totally here dudes! We’re in D.C!”

“Hey, keep it down back there! And sir, take a seat please!” The driver, screamed toward Vinn as he looked up in his rear view.

Vinn blushed from embarrassment, as he slowly sat back down into his seat. He noticed that Nora had opened her eyes, as he looked over toward her way. “Uh.. Sorry bro.” He acknowledged. “I got too excited there for a moment.” The young man chuckled to himself, smiling at his mistake. The bus finally made it to the station and before they knew it, they were off of the bus.
“Dudes, can we please go get something to eat! I’m hungry. I can probably eat a whole walrus if I wanted to!”
“I don’t doubt that one bit Vinn. Not one bit.”

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Jing-Mei giggled at Vinn as they all dismounted the bus. She took her notebook off Jaya with a smile, and put it back into her backpack, and gripped one of the straps tightly, as if afraid that her cheap backpack would be ripped from her grasp.
"Come on, Moss, stay close, ok?" She said to the girl, smiling gently. Moss's cheeks flushed, and she nodded.
"S-s-sure," she stuttered, standing close to Jing-Mei's side. Jing-Mei looked up to make sure that she didn't loose the rest of the group, and pulled Moss after them. She grinned as she heard Vinn complain about his hunger, and she shyly patted his arm.
"I hope you've got some cash, Vinn, since I'm kinda low on funds at the moment," she said cheerily, smiling down at Moss, who flushed even deeper. "Not saying it's a bad thing," she said kindly. As she opened her mouth to say something else, a bus station attendant shouted, "Oi you! Are you Jing-Mei Johnson?"
"Who me?" she said, pointing to her face and looking at Nora and Vinn, an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. This guys told me to give you this," he said gruffly, putting a thick envelope in her hand before stomping off.

"Thanks a lot," she muttered to herself, pushing a finger into the envelope and pulling it open. She looked into the envelope...and staggered. She grabbed Vinn's arm, and looked up at him, her eyes wide and her face pale.
"Vinn. Take a look at this," she whispered, thrusting the envelope into his hands. It was stuffed with notes. There was also a small letter, which she extracted from Vinn's hands and unfolded. She quickly read it, her hands shaking slightly at the amount of money she had just been holding.
"It's from Cyrus!" She breathed, glancing down at Moss. "He's left us five grand to tide us over till he gets back from somewhere...great, he didn't leave us a number to contact him with. But he said we should go to a dorm room of the local college. He's pulled some strings, so we can rent a room or two as a headquarters," she read, her eyes wizzing across the letter. She folded it up and pushed it into her pocket, then ran a hand through her dark hair, looking back at Vinn.

"Five thousand, Vinn," she said quietly, a large smile spreading across her face. She grabbed his arm again and started jumping up and down, a giggle bursting from her throat. "I've never held so much money in all my life!"
Grinning, she took the money back, sealed the envelope and put it into her backpack, which she now held in her arms.
"First things first; let's find a place to eat. Then we can find a pharmancy; I want to get you something for your headache Nora," she said, looking at her blond friend pointedly. "Then we can find these dorm-rooms and wait for Cyrus to call us and tell us where he is."
She began heading for the exit, Pulling Moss with her, a huge smile on her face. "Come on you guys! Let's find us a cafe somewhere! I'm gagging for a coffee!"

[Aubs]

Vinn was practically in shock upon seeing the money Jing had been left from the guy, Cyrus, she and Moss has been talking about. Vinn vaguely remembered him from the conference the day before. The guy had to have been loaded! Vinn himself had grown up in an environment full of poverty. He lived underneath a bridge for most of his life, being faced with having to rough it through the elements regardless to if he wanted or not. So was new to him to have seen such a large amount of money that he didn’t even know what to say about it. All he could say was, “Dude. . .” in an almost quiet tone. This had possibly been the most silent he’d ever been.
“That was kind of him.” Nora noted, clutching onto her large tote bag. “We were barely scraping for money and for Cyrus to give us some of his is a cool gesture.” With her left hand, she swiped her hair out her eyes and faked a smile. “I know it’ll take us a very long time to pay him back, but I guess we’ll just have to wait until we get to that point, right.” She let out a giggle, her first one in a while still kind of hadn’t had the genuine Nora signature on it. It was more forced than she would have liked it to be. “It’s alright Jing, my headache is feeling much better after the nap I took.” She lied, not really wanting to bring the attention back toward her. “I doubt it’ll come back.”
She watched as Jing pulled Moss off in a hurry wanting to finish the tasks she’d given the group. They were to go eat first, get Nora medicine [Which Nora refused a number of times], and find the dorms Cyrus had proposed they could live in while they were staying in D.C.
"Come on you guys! Let's find us a cafe somewhere! I'm gagging for a coffee!" Jing announced, glancing back at Nora, Tyler, and Vinn.
Vinn happily pranced over toward Moss and Jing. Everyone knew he had been starving and desired food immediately.
“Well, I guess we should be going then.” Nora spoke toward Tyler, they were the last ones still inside of the station. He and she hadn’t talked to, even looked at each other since before the bus ride. Nora still felt bad for what had happened between them so quickly.



Little to no time, they had arrived at The Silky Dishtowel, a small diner just minutes outside of the bus station.
“How’s this place?”
“PERFECT! Now, let’s go in and EAT DUDE!” Vinn rushed to the door inside of the restaurant.
“Well, I guess Vinn’s chosen the place. Let’s eat.” Nora smiled, walking behind her friend into the building.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

"I don't think that we really need to worry about paying Cyrus back," Jing-Mei said slowly, placing her finger on her chin in thought. She and Moss were walking out of the bus station with Nora and Tyler, while Vinn had run ahead with Treya. "His power is that he can turn stuff into other stuff. Like he turned Moss's backpack into stone or lead right before the conference. I'm betting that he turned some other stuff into gold or silver and pawned it for us. Still, we owe him one," she finished, smiling at Nora and pulling her backpack more securely on her back. She didn't like how she couldn't keep an eye on the money properly, with the envelope on her back. She'd have to buy a better bag, maybe an artists one, that went over the shoulder...

"PERFECT! Now let's go in and eat, DUDE!" Vinn shouted happily, causing Jing-Mei to look up. She saw him run through the doors of a small diner, called The Silky Dishtowel. Nora followed after him, and Jing-Mei held the door open from Moss.
"Come on, Moss, I'll get you something," she said kindly, entering the diner and looking around. It was nice, with a nice sort of air about it. She walked over to the counter, where Vinn was sat happily with a menu and pouring over the dishes. She slid into the seat beside him, and Moss jumped up beside her.
"Anything you want, Moss?"
"J-j-just a j-juice, please," she said quietly, her eyes on her lap.
"You sure? You can have whatever you like, I'll use some of Cyrus' money for you?" She offered. The girl hadn't eaten much all day. "I'll get you a muffin too, how's that?"
"O-ok."
Jing-Mei looked up and saw the clock above the counter. It was six. Sighing, Jing-Mei looked around and noticed a blond-haired waitress in blue a few feet away.
"S'cuse me?" she said politely, offering a small smile to the woman. "Could I get a strong coffee, black, some orange juice and uh... one of those chocolate muffins please?"
Nudging Vinn in the side, she smiled. "You know what you want yet?"

[Aubs]

Vinn thought some about what he wanted to eat. If it had been up to him, he would have taken everything on the menu, twice, but he wasn’t paying for the food. He glanced over toward Jing and then toward the blond woman taking orders. Her name had been Chris, well that’s what her name tag read as. It didn’t seem like her day had been going well in Vinn’s honest opinion. “Well dude,” He spoke, excitedly wobbling his menu in his hands. “I’d like an order of French toast, with a side of bacon, eggs, and a large Orange juice please and thank you.” He spoke his order with little to no effort. All the words just came out like he’d practiced them, which of course he kind of did. He looked at the girls and Tyler before shrugging his shoulders. “What? We are here to eat dudes, right?” He lightly chuckled, his eyes stopping on Nora who had still been as silent as ever. “What do you want dude?”
“A glass of water thanks,” Nora spoke, showing absolutely no eye contact, to anyone. She could feel six sets of eyes peering her every move.
“You need something in your system, Nor.” Vinn acknowledged his voice full of worry. “Your body just isn’t going to like, uh, work with water alone. You need carbs, protein, vegetables, dude!”
“I know my body better than anyone Vinn.” She lied, her voice still remaining quite confident. “You all have been worrying about me all day! Just butt out, alright?!” She looked up toward her friends. “I’m perfectly fine and if I want something other than water, I’ll order it! Okay?”
“Uh.. sure dude, whatever you say. Tyler, Treya, what do you dudes want?” He inquired, attempting to move the conversation along. He could, like all the others sense a change in Nora. She had become quite moody, definitely more serious than she was before.
Nora gruffly sighed, her eyes affixed on the ends of her blonde hair. I need to do something. Maybe see someone who can help me out. The guys are noticing something and I don’t want to seem like I’m changing. I have to do something. She stood and excused herself from her seat, making her way outside of the diner. She walked over toward the payphone she saw earlier. She rampaged through the yellow pages to find someone who could help her out and within minutes she found someone. It was almost as if it were destined for her to find the number. She dialed and heard the voice of a woman speak.
“Hi, uh, hello, my name is Nora Schultz.” Nora felt herself getting quite nervous in the booth. “I was, uhmm, wondering… wondering if I could schedule an appointment with Dr. Labrousse? Maybe for some time today, if that’s possible?” A few minutes later, Nora exited the booth. She had an appointment at the office at exactly two hours from now. Hopefully this will shed some light on what’s happening to me.


"What's she doing, dude?" Vinn questioned to Jing-Mei as they all stared at Nora outside the diner window. "I wonder who she's calling?"

[Eva]

Christmas wrinkled her nose at the girl who interrupted her from her other customer and had verbally dragged her to her table. Christmas pointedly laid her hand on her notepad while the first few people ordered, and in the first open space she had, immediately laid her mind out. "Excuse me, but The Silky Dishtowel's policy is first come, first served. I'll get to you in a minute, once I'm done with the other customers here. So please, wait your turn." she said, maintaining a polite but obviously annoyed tone. Christmas wheeled around and marched up to the counter, where she laid out the order she had gotten before the girl had fetched her. After that, Christmas walked over to the only other table she had yet gone to and poured the couple seated there two cups of coffee.

"Okay, thank you for waiting." Christmas said, now smiling, when she approached the group's table. She clicked her strawberry red pen and looked up. "One cup of Missy's Big Black strong coffee, two glasses of OJ, and a glass of water for drinks. For the gentleman: French toast, side of bacon, eggs. One chocolate muffin. Anything else?"

[Weremouse]

Aurora opened the door to the car containing the president's target. She was more beautiful than Aurora expected. However, her words were not nearly as beautiful as her face.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Hello Janelle. Snow, would you care to explain our purpose?" she replied softly to the girls inquiry. As she finished speaking, she faded into the background.

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Treya was buzzing. She'd never been to a cafe before, and she'd only been to a couple proper restaurants. She decided that in order to fit in, she'd have to copy someone. Vinn sounded like he was having something big, Nora was having something boring, Moss was also having something boring, but Jing Mei was having something Treya had never heard of before - coffee.

"Umm, I'll have what Jing Mei ordered...coffee was it?"

[Gafe]

The diner looked like a nice enough place. The Silky Dishtowel was a funny name at that. They'd gotten an explosive waitress too. It seemed like a stereotypical diner all in all.
Tyler listened as everyone ordered their meals, awaiting his turn to order. Tyler had eaten before he'd joined the group at the bus station, and wasn't hungry at that moment yet. However, it would be rude for him not to order anything. "I'll have another glass of orange juice" he told the waitress. Vinn's order was huge too. . . and Tyler wasn't a fan of sitting around doing anything while other people ate.
"And a chocolate muffin too, please." Oh. . . wait, wasn't that the same thing Moss had ordered? Ah, stupid, why did he have to go and do stuff like that?
Trying to not look at Moss, Tyler redirected his gaze, which landed on Nora. He felt her in pain, no matter what she said. Usually, he'd ask something along the lines of 'Are you okay?' but the blond had made it clear that she wanted no more questions regarding her condition. If only she spoke up and said what was going on with her, perhaps Tyler could heal her, maybe . . . even though she had read his mind.

[Eva]

Snow eyed the girl, Janelle, and gave his explanation. "Yeah, we're kinda gonna take you to the President." he said lamely. Behind him, a brick fell and narrowly missed his skull by inches. "I can't believe that's the best you can do. No...on second though, it's pretty plausible." Lightning jumped down nimbly, her strawberry blonde hair slightly matted with sweat, but aside from that there was no sign that she had previously been quite busy. "See, this is why I love my job. I get to hang out with lovely ladies 24/7." Snow bragged, soaking in the presence of Janelle, Aurora, and Lightning. "Savor it while it lasts, neanderthal." Lightning muttered. She looked over at Janelle. "You need to come with us, ma'am." she said.