Outcasts

Tamora

Everything was going on way too fast. Tammy took a deep breath to calm herself. Her power was pretty much useless now. Everyone thought that she was the sweet little girl that would always have a smile on her face for them, but they were wrong. Sure she would help keep them safe, but she wanted to help just like the others. Still, they shoved her away, all the time. She was an outkast too and they needed her!

"I'm coming to help too, Robin," Tammy said, walking towards her. Robin looked down at her, being that everyone was much bigger and taller than her.

"You'll help more here," she shrugged. Tammy sighed. There was no sense in arguing with her again. "I need you to conjure weapons. To help defend us."

Tammy nodded, knowing she'd be kept from the action. Again. "I'll help after that," Tammy replied.

"And do what? Conjure yourself a couple of wings?" Robin laughed a little. "Tammy these people would eat you alive. You can help most by conjuring weapons and materials we need now."

"I know," Tamora replied. She sounded like such a little girl. She just couldn't help it. She was tired of being underestimated. Robin turned to leave.

"And Robin," Tammy called, angrily. "I'm not your toy either! I don't follow your orders, I am my own person and I go by my own rules."

After she said it, she felt the urge to turn around and apologize. Still, she didn't. Tammy meant what she said, even if it came out harsher than she meant. Besides, they didn't have time for a petty little fight right now.

Tamora closed her eyes and started conjuring the materials they would need. Tammy heard the clatter of metal against metal and looked to see the weapons appear out of thin air. She picked up one of the guns.

"Crap," she sighed. She forgot to conjure the actual bullets to shoot with.

Tammy did that next and called the remaining people left on the ground. They would need to protect themselves, even if they weren't in the direct line of fire.

Lincoln

Zach's new abilities as a shifter had come as a shock to Lincoln, and likewise to Robin, from what he'd seen. But useful as they were, they left Lincoln feeling a little annoyed. After all, an aerial battle made him virtually useless, the most he could do was stand on the ground and try to shake planes out of the air with focused sound waves.

He heard the clatter of guns falling to the ground nearby as Tamora summoned them, and then the sound of bullets following them. He didn't bother taking one, they weren't much use to him. His power was far more effective when he wasn't concentrating on aiming another weapon.

Lincoln glanced over to where Tamora was standing. She seemed to be sulking, her back turned to the pile of weapons she'd conjured for them and loading one of them for herself. He walked over to her, clearing his throat.

Tamora seemed to recognise that it was Lincoln standing behind her, and gave a haughty sniff. After all, Lincoln tended to side with Robin on most matters. "What do you want?" She asked, not even bothering to turn around.

"I don't like getting left behind any more than you do, but, well, how much can we really do up there? There'll be just as much action down here, maybe more, since they'll expect us to be on the ground." He sighed, "We'll probably have to go to the safe house in the end anyway, even though Robin doesn't want that."

A fight! Izzy thought. She felt adrenaline rush through her veins, feeling the buzz that she loved.
I can fly! I can go help them!
Even as the words formed in her brain, Izzy knew it wasn't a good idea. Concentrating enough harmless wind around herself to fly took so much energy, she wouldn't be much good in a fight. Reluctantly abandoning the idea she walked over to Tammy and the other boy.
"Uh, you want me to help?" She asked.
Izzy felt slightly nervous, she had been here for such a short space of time and now she was asking to fight with them. Hell! She didn't even know most of their names yet, not that there had been much time, what with a lion appearing and government planes flying overhead.
She looked back at Tammy. "Maybe I could use the weather to help the two people up there?" She asked. "Me and the other girl, Shiloh I think her name is, we could join together and help?"

Robin~aerial fight

When I am about 50 meters up in the air I remember something. The tracking device. I double my weight and shoot down out of the sky. Only to stop my self from smashing into the ground with a second to spare. Reaching over, I grab the tracking device and dart back up. Ignoring the confused glances from behind me.

Once I am up high again I throw the device as far as I can into the distance. In the opposite direction of the safe house of course. I use my powers to shoot it off as far as I can into the distance.

The planes turn to follow it, along with the cars on the ground. I signal to Zach and Danny to land. They both scowl, but slowly start to sink. I feel bad about what I did to the others on the ground, but it was for the best. They would have been no use up in the air, and I think they know it. Once I land I don't give anyone time to ask any questions.

I call out, "Lincoln, Zach, Koran, Evan,Sandy, and Tammy. Can I talk to you please." I hate just choosing specific people to talk to, but once I talk to these guys we will ask everyone else. Plus...I don't know if I can trust the others yet.

Once we were out of earshot I state my purpose, "I think we should go to the safe house."

Zach-

Eagle eyes glared at Robin. That was so like her, automatically assuming he would listen to her. Zach released the shift, groaning he slid to the ground in human form, taking slow deep breaths. "A safe house? Like, with real beds?" He murmured dreamily.

Baffled, Lincoln looked at him. "What's wrong with you Zach?"

Slowly he stood, he was pale and sweating but other then that fine. "Nothing, It's just a side effect of the dual-shift. It puts a huge strain on my body so I don't do it often. Plus I'm wounded. Which is why I vote yes for the safe house."

Koran-

Koran was hesitant to give an answer. She was loath to give the government a direct path to the safe house. They would need a way to cover their trail.

"You got rid of the tracking device, right?" She asked

"Yes." Robin agreed.

"Okay." She said an idea already forming in her mind. "What if we went several different directions to get them off out trail? Say we gave them three semi obvious trails to follow while we follow several other trails, none of them leading directly to the safe house. I could cover our trails so that no one could follow they true trails if they did come back, While we meet at the safe house."

Ok, I know I'm posting again, but pfff, no-one else seems to be!

Izzy

She watched the group of people whispering together, most of them looking wary and just a little scared, Robin looking fierce and Zach tired. She wondered what they were talking about, what they would be doing next.
Idly, she sat down again and another question came into her head, would she be invited to go with them? Izzy reminded herself that they had no reason to ask her, they didn't know her, didn't trust her, they probably didn't know her name. And did she want to go with them? Although she had always harboured a hope that someday she would meet someone to travel and fight with, Izzy had never imagined that she would be the outsider, the one that had to join and fight for acceptance. She didn't like feeling desperate. She didn't like rejection.
Moving backwards, she collected her bag from the edge of the clearing and held it close to her chest. Whatever they said, she would be ready.

Gah! I was certain I replied... O.o

Sandy

"You're hurt?" she said to Zach, briefly wondering why she hadn't picked up on it. Maybe her sluggish thoughts and lethargy had something to do with it. After healing that poisoned guy she'd been feeling like she was sleepwalking.

Koran paused with a frown, halfway through a sentence.

"Sorry," Sandy murmured, feeling like she had weights on her eyelids. She turned her sleepy eyes back to Zach. "How can I help?"

Robin intervened. "Sandy, you're too drained at the moment. Heal him when you're stronger."

Zach glared at her. "Yeah, don't give a rat's ass about me."

She turned her furious gaze on him. "I care about others, Zach."

"Aw, I didn't know little Robin was all maternal. Now, how about tha - ouch!"

"Sorry," Sandy mumbled again. Evan supported her as she leaned towards Zach. "I need contact with your bare skin. Didn't know your clothing was attached to the wound."

"Yeah, nor did I until-"

"Zach," Robin hissed. She turned back to Koran. "You were saying?"

As Sandy tended to Zach, the others continued to discuss their plan of escape. The conversation occasionally growing heated, and occasionally fading, only to be revived by some new idea.

"Sit down," Sandy murmured. "It'll be easier on both of us."

He complied, and Sandy placed her hands on his wound, once again feeling that painful rush.

Robin~

I turn back over to Zach and Sandy while the others walk back to everyone else. "Zach, I do care, but Sandy needs some rest too. Look at how drained she is. She can't even stand by herself." I glance behind him to where Evan is holding up Sandy.

"I'm fine Robin." Sandy Wearily says, finishing up on Zach. Who winces in pain as she places her hand against his back. I turn back around to camp, but not before releasing some of the gravity around Sandy.

"We're going to the safe house." I tell the others, " If you don't want to come then don't; if you want to come then come. we will have actual shelter, and beds. An oven and actual food." Those facts seem to perk everyone up a bit. "Koran has a plan to get us there safely."

Chase~ Safe House

*profile in the DT*

Beep, beep...BEEP

My head jerks up...was that the signal? Was that the sign that they will be coming back? [i]Yes,[i] my brain answers for me. But I count the beeps as the noise comes again. Tow short quiet beeps, then one loud one. Yes. They are coming.

Tamora

"What's a safe house going to do for us Robin?" Tammy asked. "We need to find another place."

"Where do you suggest we go then Tamora?" She asked, spinning.

Tammy shook her head. "For now, I agree, the safe house. But don't fill everyone's heads with false security."

"I'm not," Robin rolled her eyes. "I just think it's a good idea to rest since most of us are exhausted."

"And I agree," Tammy replied. "Just...I don't think we should get too comfy in the safe house."

Robin, obviously not seeing the need to fight with her any more, turned and rolled her eyes. Robin often treated Tammy as a child, mostly because she looked like one. Though, she was far from a kid, she just could help her size, she just wished Robin would see that.

Tammy followed Robin into the safe house and instantly isolated herself. Everyone was more relaxed now. She couldn't stand it. Everyone still needed to be alert.

Tammy clenched and unclenched her fists. She wasn't Robin's little doll to tell what to do and when to do it. She was a person and she made her own choices. She lived her own life.

Tammy got up and went outside the safe-house. She needed air.

"Want some company?" Someone asked, startling her. Tammy didn't even look back.

"I guess. That is if you don't mind upsetting Robin," she sighed.

**Anyone want to join Tammy for some air? ^_^**

Lincoln

On some level, he agreed with both Robin and Tammy. Certainly, sooner or later they were going to need a new safe house, one just wouldn't cut it forever. But Tammy was being too pessimistic. They needed some kind of hope, something to hang on to. Things were too set against them all to simply say that there was nothing for them.

On the way back to the safe house, part of his job was laying down the false tracks for the government to follow. Since he knew the way by heart anyway, he had to make sure they weren’t followed. That meant throwing and amplifying sounds left right and centre. To anyone in the forest, it would sound like the little group was everywhere at once – something of a hall of mirrors, but with sounds instead of images.

Once they arrived back, though, Lincoln immediately saw that everyone was relaxing, starting to think that maybe, in spite of everything, things would turn out well for them. That, in his mind, was good.

But he could see Tammy standing outside, glowering at nothing in particular. Someone had just followed her out to speak with her, but there were still things that needed to be set right.

Lincoln sat down opposite Robin, looking straight at her, “You two need to sort things out.”

Robin raised an eyebrow at him, “We two? Me and…?”

“Tammy.” He said, not really much in the mood for word games. “Neither of you seems to want to cooperate, and I think you need to do something about that. Firstly, we’re not exactly in a position where there’s a lot of room for infighting. Secondly, why do you two have to be so hostile to each other anyway?”

IU'm hopelessly lost...

Same, feels like it's about 3 people in the story!

I think that we are at the Safe House now and everyone is starting to relax more. Bring yourselves into the story and socialize with people...i will post later, but I am beat right now. Sorry guys. You can post though.

Any character can join Tammy for a walk outside. (: