TheClosetKidnapper

Jace smiles at Rayah, glad that at least she could push something like that to the side. Images of the last battle he ever fought flash though his mind. The ...

Jace shrugs, not quite sure if he should mention the wars from where he's from...and his father. "At least the training keeps you in shape and prepared for anything." He ...

"Yeah," Jace says, "well, you've got it better than me. I'd take being related to any kind of god over my heritage."

Jace shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. "I've had a lot of practice." He glances at Andrew, who sighs and downs what appears to be his second drink. "So, ...

Jace sits down beside Rayah at the bar and wraps his arms around her in a sense of triumph. He won. He smiles at her comment. "You're not so bad ...

Jace smiles. Another game of catch? Rayah bolts to one side of the bar and he chases after her, almost reaching her before she darts in the other direction.

The boy watches the new man walk over to him and sit down. "Oh, hi." He greets back, his expression hidden by his hood.

Micah Still a little confused about getting bumped into and the disappearance of the new girl, it takes me a moment to fully understand Tansy's question. "No." I say. "I ...

Micah "Well...I don't see everything." I start to explain. "And it usually doesn't have anything to do with me or people I know. It's just random scenes that play out ...

(I know right? :D ) Micah Dead people? I almost chuckle. Then I think about it, tilting my head to the side. "Not exactly." I say. "I see the future...sort ...

Micah Tansy had wings. I can't swallow down that fact, in awe at the colors. "So what's your power?" She asks. I take off my jacket and throw it over ...

Micah "Whoa, uh, okay." I say when Tansy hugs me. I zone out a moment, cyphered images flashing through my mind, and then snap back, looking around at the others. ...

Micah "Uh, sure." I nod. It is a dark haired girl, looking up at him with big brown eyes. "I'm Micah." I say. "What's your name?" She's pretty cute, I ...

MIcah I glance around, uncomfortable with the idea of having to socialize with complete strangers. Standing off to the side, I watch as everyone else pairs up, hoping to be ...

Shay: Bipolar, much? The jailer pulls me up against the bars, threatening to cut back on my food, and I slip a finger towards the keyring in his jacket, carefully ...