~>+<~ Saving Face ~>+<~

Jeremia--Rebel--Around 9 AM

Jeremia shook his head.

"I don't know," he said. It worried him. He knew Robin was right. It was only a matter of time before Jesse got himself into some real trouble. He'd been struggling for three years now trying to get him under control. Sometimes he wondered if he wasn't better off back in Boston with his mother. He wished he had the answers.

He placed a hand on Robin's shoulder.

"Don't worry yourself too much," he said. "Jesse's an adult now. You're not responsible for his behavior." I am.

Robin nodded and went back to sending nasty replies to the other hundred people on her HR list. She hated this job.

Jeremia walked quietly back to his own desk. For what seemed like the thousandth time he felt like a failure. He knew that there was more than Robin was telling him--there always was. He didn't know what. It didn't matter; he didn't really want to know. What he did want was for his son to get back on track. Go back and finish high school, maybe. But he knew the chances of that happening weren't good.

Jesse--Rebel--After Robin left and he took a nap

Jesse woke up with a groan. His head felt clearer than it had before, but it was also pounding. He wondered what he had been doing the night before that he didn't really remember. His stomach was growling too, clenching itself into tight knots and unwinding again as if it were trying to eat itself due to lack of food.

He opened Robin's refrigerator. Nothing. He remembered her yelling at him, at any rate. His eyes widened and they flew to his jeans pocket, searching for the little baggie that was supposed to be there.

Nothing.

He swore under his breath. Well, at least he knew why Robin had been yelling. All the same, he needed food. He found her change jar, took several dollars out and considered it reimbursement, and left the apartment.

Oliver/George- Civillian- 7:49 AM

Oliver found himself unceremoniously dumped from his wheelchair and felt someone's knee press into his back. He tried very, very hard to sound like he was indignant and not like he was about to wet himself.

"W-what do you mean, never speak of this to anyone? You've obviously m-made a mistake, and now you're just trying to cover your own butt. No drone would actually offer to let a rebel walk." His voice gained a sincere edge as he continued talking. "And you can get off my back, I can't exactly walk away," he added sardonically. Not likely to convince her that I'm not a threat, but still it's worth a shot.

The unseen drone pressed her knee a little harder into his back. "I don't make mistakes," her voice came, softer and somehow more dangerous. "You know what they say about liars, don't you?"

Well that's just great. I must be the luckiest guy in the world. Oliver reached his hand back, hoping to God that he could touch a bare patch of skin. If worst came to worst, he could switch bodies with her and run.
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*If it ends up that he gets captured, that's fine by me. Whatever you want to do Incognito.*

Jenny- Loyalties- 7:30

As the little girl walked out to the bus stop, she stiffened. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary to have caused her to be nervous, at least that any onlookers would have been able to see.

She looked back at her mom who was rusing out the door towards her car. "Have a good day at work mother!" she called with a pleasant smile.

"Keep your battery charged sweetie!" her mom replied with a grin, then drove off.

Jenny's smile faded, and she mentally went over her inbox again. Sure enough, she had an e-mail. It was from Hapton.

Glancing around guiltily, she opened the message without taking her laptop back out.

Have a job for you.

She hesitated before replying. Okay, what do you need me to do? And have their be any new developments in the search for Oliver Edinburgh?

**I got something else in mind. --grins--

Elizabeth ~ Drone ~ June 14th ~ 7:51 a.m.

She watched as his arm rise and grasp her leather clad arm, she watched as the power surged through his arm and towards her. This man needed contact for his power to work. She leapt back from him, hoping that it indeed was true that he was a paralegic, and not some smart plan for her to trust him more giving him time to escape. It would not matter anyways, she could run as fast as any man. She could run faster.

"You are not a rebel or a loyalty. If indeed you were, you would be back there with your colleagues trying to help them out, not running away like a filthy dog." She felt herself growl under her breath, "At first I thought your powers could be played from far away but that suspicion is not correct."

She grabbed the wheel chair and pulled it over to the man. She tried to help him into it, but it seemed that it was hard for her, but soon once the man realized what she was doing, used his own strength to get into the chair. He looked over at her carefully.

"W-what kind of Drone are you?" He asked. She could not see his emotions, or his actions. All she could hear was his ragged breathing and the vibration of the ground trying to resist the slight pressure from the wheelchair.

"I am called a Drone that doesn't like her job. You are not a part of my orders. It is not a necessity that I capture you, but you see as long as you don't get caught in that mess of there, I can let you go." She smiled weakly, a small showcase of emotion that she would never show anyone before. "Think of it as a gift. What they do once you get caught it excrutiating. You won't even remember who you are, the only thing left you know about is your powers and how to weild them. I wish that on nobody. We are lifeless, unforgiven, mortals turned into monsters. We have enough monsters in this world." Her smile disappeared and she awaited the man to leave.

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~Incognito

**Cool beans.

Oliver/George- Civillian- 6/14- 7:53 A.M.

Filthy dog? Oliver would have been angry if he wasn't so scared. It's not like I'm protecting myself...

"W-wait, I don't understand." Oliver glanced at the others fighting, then to the albinistic person in front of him. "If you don't like what you do, why do you continue to do it? I- I mean, I didn't know... I didn't think it was..." He wasn't sure how to say, 'I thought all drones were puppets incapable of thinking for themselves' without sounding insensitive.

"If you were really a monster," he said slowly, "you wouldn't think of yourself as one."

The drone raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have somewhere to be? You seemed in a great hurry to leave a few minutes ago."

Oliver shrugged. "I'm already late, and my job sucks anyways. N-not as much as yours, but, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you."

Jesse--Rebel--Soon after he realized he was hungry

Jesse walked down the sidewalk, grumbling incoherently to himself, hands shoved in his pockets. Why did Robin have to be so hard on him? It'd be easier if she just left him to his own devices anyway.

That's when he stumbled upon the man in the wheelchair and the woman talking to him. Looked suspicious. Even though he knew it was a bad idea, he shifted the inside of his ears and listened to their conversation. Three seconds later his walking was faster, almost to a run. The fact that he was still a little off from the night before wasn't helping him, either.

Drone, he thought hastily. I'm outta here.

The white haired woman was on him in a flash, twisting his arm behind his back painfully.

"Ow, hey, cut it out!" he protested.

The woman leaned down to his ear.

"Just where do you think you're going?" she asked him. She sounded like she might be smirking but Jesse highly doubted that was true.

"To go buy myself lunch actually, now let go of me! What's your problem?!"

The woman sniffed the air around him. Jesse realized rather quickly that he hadn't showered yet and felt a flash of embarrassment shoot through him.

"Smells like you were doing something illegal," she said.

"None of your business. Now get...off!" Jesse said, trying to twist away. It wasn't working in the slightest.

Oliver/George- Civillian- 7:55 A.M.

"Hey, haven't I seen you before?" Oliver asked Jesse with a frown. "I think I work with your cousin." He suddenly paled. If Jesse had heard... no one knew that George Youngs was one of the powered.

Jesse scowled. "You work with Robin? Sucks to be you." He was still attempting to wrench himself away from Elizabeth.

Oliver looked at Jesse very hard. It seemed to him that the boy either hadn't heard anything or just didn't care. If he had to, he could confront him later. Right now with the drone there and everything... not such a good idea.

((sorry my post is so short, but there's not much I needed Oliver to do :S))

Joseph Hafton / Loyalty / June 15th, 12:34AM
~>+<~

He picked up the phone and dialed the all-too-familiar number. Holding the phone to his ear he listened to the dial tone. They had better come up with a decent explanation.

"Hello, sir," Rebbeca said steadily.

"Might I ask what's taking you imbeciles so long on bringing me my guests?"

"We've had a bit of trouble, but nothing too serious."

"That wasn't what I asked. Give me someone who will answer me." After a pause and a few inaudible words, another greeting came through.

"Ms. Caneero, tell me what is taking you all so long on bringing me anybody?"

"We were delayed," se said hesitantly.

"By...?"

"Someone else was with Mister Williams, but no one was hurt."

"Williams?" Joseph screamed. "I never told you to find anyone called 'Williams'! You've been wasting your time on someone of no importance?"

"But sir," Larara tried to continue. "He was on the list, and it was only a few days--"

"In a few days, people die, people suffer, and people finish wars. A few days can be the difference between salvation or condemnation. Forget this Williams fool and bring me someone from the past!"

He hung up at the last word, and proceded to go to bed.



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Dr. Kelly Periwink / Civilian / June 17th, 3:09PM
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I walked away from the bus stop towards my office building. It was about a block away, and for no good reason. At least I got some exersize, walking there and back every day.

A breeze blew through my hair, a welcome cool in the summer heat. My satchel seemed to get heavier with each step. Why was the world so dang hot today?

A few yards ahead of me was a man and a very familiar face... from years ago--

"Maribelle!" I called, waving my arm frantically. She held a businesslike air, an emotionless expression, and continued to approach me. And it struck me that she wasn't what she had once been. Someone had gotten to her, too.

Immedietly I turned on my heel and started to walk in the opposite direction. In front of me was a woman and a teenage girl, with a dog at her side. My gut told me to run.

And I did. I turned to the run-down apartment building at my side and ran. And ran. And ran. Up stairs, down halls, along fire escapes, I tried to get away from the footsteps behind me.

Drops of sweat streaked my cheeks, my hair clung to my skull. Okay, so maybe running around in a non-air conditioned, brick building wasn't such a good idea. I fiddled with a door knob for a moment and entered a room that lacked any kind of exit. The running footsteps of my chasers came closer and closer. I wouldn't have time to go back out. Locking the door I glanced around for a hiding place. Under the bed was obvious, then there were the see-through curtains...

I walked over to a cupboard as quietly as possible, and being small, climbed in with ease. I closed the door as tightly as possible. Whatever those fools wanted with me, it wouldn't be good.

They broke down the door and poured in, venemously calling out "reassuring" words. I finally knew what living a horror movie was like...


~>+<~

Here you go, start from either day.

Isaac, civilian, June 15th

"Oh. Hello. How are you feeling?" Isaac smiled to Raven, his eyes shifting to the other stranger standing with her.

"Dylan," he introduced himself, as Isaac nodded back to him.

"I'm feeling better, thanks," Raven replied sweetly, flashing him an overly gleeful smile. Isaac closed the door over slightly, in case Dude escaped as he flew around his apartment.

"Do you want to come in for a minute? My parrot is flying around the apartment and I don't want him escaping. I've got coffee or beer or whatever you like," he offered politely, stepping back and gesturing into his apartment. Raven looked up for a moment at Dylan, before giving him that same sweet smile again, "Sure, if you don't mind. Thanks Isaac."

*Sorry it's so short *

I'm gonna see how I like third person.

David-Loyalty-June 17th-4:23 pm

"So why are these people so important?" David asked casually as he moved the trunk that held Kelly into the Hummers' trunk.

"You remember the shadows, right?" Mari asked.

"Yeah. I was young, but I remember. I got my powers when they came," David said.

"Well during that time lots of people got powers. A few people came together, Joseph was one of them, so was I. He wants to find these people; he feels some as a threat. I don't see why he had us go after Kelly though, she doesn't have any powers." Mari explained.

"So basically we are going to start a reunion? Fun," Larara said sarcastically.

"Hey. The boss wants them so we'll get them," David said strictly. "Now let's go." The hummer started and they began down the road to the airport.

"How are we gonna get her through security?" David asked.

"Hafton arranged a private plane. We got clearance tp go right through the gate. So we are all set," Larara said.

"Okay. So what do we do after that?" Aiden asked.

Sorry i have not posted for so long! I went on a little trip to one of the other islands. I forgot to post it D: Apologies!
thank you so much for keeping maribelle and aiden alive. Just need to get Eve up to par.
Could someone message me a paragraph explaining what's happening?

Raven / Rebel / June 15th

"Thanks, Isaac," I said. Dylan led me in and something flew by my head; the parrot. Stroking the knife, I squeezed his hand --the cue-- and continued. "There was something I wanted to ask you."

"Yeah?" Isaac asked casually. In that moment there was a blade in my blind hand and a choking Isaac. Okay, so Dylan had played his part well. I closed my eyes and bent my head forward slightly, as if nothing were wrong with me.

"Who are you?" I asked as icily as possible, which really wasn't very hard. "Who are you for?"

"I-- Wha--?" Playing dumb, or really dumb? I asked again, but his face was red. He fell to the ground unconscious, free from Dylan's bloodchoke.

Dylan knelt down to check his pulse, and satisfied that he was alive, sarcastically said, "Well, that was pleasant. Solid rainbows and unicorns."

"Hey, dark works," I said. "It drug out my every secret as a kid, it'll work for the rest of this landfill we call Earth."

"All it serves to do is terrify, petrify, and destroy. Let's get this guy gagged and on the couch or something."

Oliver- Civilian- June 15

((will post more once I figure out where everyone else is and if there is any possible way to put him in a good position for interaction))

Joseph Hafton / Loyalty / June 15th, 7:32AM

Okay, what do you need me to do? And have their be any new developments in the search for Oliver Edinburgh?

He touched the keyboard and entered the desktop, letting it dictate his thoughts.

No new developments that you need know of, Edinburgh is the least of my concerns for now. You are to go to the nearest train station and look for an associate of mine named Luke School. He will take you to headquarters. Come as soon as possible, it is urgent.

-J.H.

The moment he hit "Send" a call came through the intercom. "Mister Hafton? Your guest has arrived, along with her escorts."

"Thank you, Jeff. Send the escorts to my office and Ms. Perriwink to Interrogation."


***

Just thought I should clear something up that even confused me before I figured it all out: Loyalties headquarters is this huge, modern building in the middle of some desert in Nevada (I hate geography, don't ask for specifics). Somewhere between 25-45 Loyalties live and/or work there.

First Floor: Meeting room(s), Special Medical Assistance (power-related hospital)
Second Floor: Technology and Special Abilities Training Area
Third Floor: Living quarters, library, etc. (this is more the things you would find in a hotel, I don't know why [s]I'm putting[/s] Joseph bought such luxeries)
Fourth Floor: Restricted Area, Joseph's Office
Roof w/ helicopter pad

Oliver- Civilian- June 15

3:58 A.M.

Oliver looked out the airplane window at New York City glittering beneath him. He knew as soon as the drone had let him go that he had to leave, to start over again. It was taxing to be sure, but he had more than his own safety to think about. What if they questioned him? What if he told them about Jenny?

He shook his head with a frown. That was NOT going to happen.

The plane was lower now. He could just make out the airport. Okay, new alias. Just remember: Norman Lane. My name is Norman Lane. He repeated the name in his mind as the plane neared the ground.
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((Our timing is off; what day is it?))

Jenny- Loyalties- June ?

4:41 P.M.

Jenny waited patiently outside a NYC airport on a bench, pretending to play a game on her laptop. In reality, she was waiting for Hapton's other agents.

Mr. Hapton had called her the day before, and she knew she had to help. After a quickly scrawled note to her parents explaining the situation along with an apology, she had left for New York.

Soon a Hummer pulled up, and without a word she joined the people driving it.

It wasn't long before Jenny was flying with them to Loyalty HQ in Nevada.