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Cara/Death

She only noticed that Java was holding her hand when he dropped it, but before she could even contemplate why he'd done so, he cleared his throat.

"Right then, what d'you think?" He was practically glaring at the screen, and Cara followed his gaze. She couldn't pick out a name of any film she knew, and the foyer was filling up fast. Eventually, she chose at random and repeated the name to Java, who agreed to her insistence that she bought the tickets, as long as he could get everything else.

"Two, please," Cara said at the box office, but the woman selling tickets merely shook her head. She had carroty ginger hair and was chewing gum with her mouth open, forcing Cara to look down at the ground.

"Full," the woman, whose nameplate read "Jill", mumbled through gum.

Cara pointed to another film and repeated herself. "Two tickets for that one, then, please."

"Full," said Jill, chewing vigorously.

"Um, that one?" As Jill opened her mouth, exposing the gum completely, Cara cut in. "It's full, right?"

Jill nodded. Cara sighed in defeat and walked back into the foyer, looking around for Java. Eventually she spotted him, carrying two large batches of popcorn and some pick'n'mix sweets.

"Er, Java, they're all sold out. Usually, I'd go in anyway, but I don't want to draw attention to myself. I met another villain in the warehouse yesterday, and there's a slim possibility that he might have seen me without my mask." Java looked a little taken aback, but Cara kept going. "It's a very, very slim possibility, and I don't think he'd take me on one-on-one again anyway, but while I'm unarmed..." Cara stopped suddenly. She was unarmed?

Yes, she supposed she was. The knives were still packed away in a dusty drawer in her room. That was a first.

"Well, no sense in letting the popcorn go to waste," Java said, his smile back as he took a handful.

"I guess not," Cara agreed, and grabbed some herself. The foyer was emptying now. "Want to go to the park... or, uh, somewhere equally stupid?" She could have kicked herself for suggesting the park. Was she five?

Mel

"Mel, Nick is on the phone!" came the call of her mother from down the stairs. Mel reached for the phone, fitting with laughter as she pulled it to her ear. The aspirin had taken her head pains away and she felt back to her normal self.

"Nick! Hey!" she giggled into the phone, watching her brother from the floor as he mixed up the contents of a bowl with a wooden spoon.

"Morning. Don't you seem... extra happy today?" came his reply on the other end.

"Yeah," she laughed. "Steve is trying to make vodka jelly-"

"Vodka jelly?" came his reply as her brother began to pour endless amounts of sugar into the mixture.

"More sugar, Mel," Steve said as she explained to him she had no intention of trying it. Mel passed him the packet of sugar from the floor. She chuckled at her immature sibling as he began pouring more into the bowl and stirring it vigorously.

"Well, I better get outta the house in case Mum comes up the stairs and scalps me," she reasoned, leaving her brother's room and venturing into the hall. "Are you doing anything today?"

Nick/Mynah

"I wasn't planning on it. Maybe we could hang out."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Mel replied.

Nick's mouth turned up in a grin. "Oh, I almost forgot. Did you hear that Mr. Thompson's gone missing?"

Java

I laughed, the park? Well, why not.
"Sure," I replied "let's go."
I handed one of the popcorns to Cara and we set off, weaving our way through the crowd and out onto the street.
"So, you think the villain would recognise you?"
She shook her head. "I doubt it, it really was only a second."
We were silent for a little bit; just walked along the road companiably. Soon enough, we turned a corner and entered the park. It wasn't the big park, it only had two swings and a rusty slide. I grinned at Cara and set my popcorn on the ground.
"I don't know about you, but I'm going on the swing."

((sorry it's short. I'm tired xD))

Desmond/Ghost~~

I walked down the path in the park, my hands deep in the pockets of my jacket. It was a different one than I had worn that night, but of a similar style. Black- just the way I liked it. People were all around, on pik-nicks, or just playing frisbee. I watched them with envy. How long had it been since I'd had friends that I would go out to lunch with? Too long to remember.

Suddenly a frisbee flew at the back of my head with startling speed. I heard a shout rising from the thrower, and ducked, catching the frisbee as it passed over my head. I turned and smiled, throwing the frisbee back to him, "Nice throw."

I would have kept walking, but people were staring wrong. Damnit. People weren't used to seeing that kind of speed. Why was I messing up? And worrying about friends? That was new too. Was it that girl I had seen in the costume?

I walked quickly out of the parking lot and onto the street. I moved quickly down the grid till I found the warehouse, as empty as it had been that night. I climbed in through a hole in the wall and searched the main room, looking for anything.

Laina/Metal Canary

"Laina! It's already mid-afternoon! Get your butt out of bed!" Laina's mom screamed. Laina glared at her door and swung it open, the handle slamming against the wall.

"I've been awake!" She screamed back agrily, slamming the door back. She couldn't find her contact. Without her contacts, she was practically Metal Canary. Who else had silver, metallic-looking eyes?

"Well get out of the house! My book club is coming over!" With a growl, Laina grabbed a pair of sunglasses, already dressed for the day in jeans, converse, and an Avenged Sevenfold tank, and jogged down the stairs. She threw her hair into a ponytail and slammed the front door behind her as she left, anger surging through her. She slid on her sunglasses before turning on her mp3 player. She had to go to the glasses store or something. Anywhere that sold color-changing contacts.

*could someone run into Laina? maybe notice her eyes or something? I think Metal Canary is the only one with silver eyes*

((I would but Nick's still on the phone with Mel))

Cara/Death

Cara laughed quietly as Java swung back and forth next to the little kids out with thier mothers. He was plainly unembarrassed, but Cara couldn't bring herself to join him. Instead she stood holding the popcorn, automatically doing a quick sweep of the surrounding area.

Her eyes settled on a guy with his hands in the pockets of a black jacket. Cara did a double take; it was almost the same one she'd seen Ghost wearing the night before. Even though her logical side was reassuring her that she was just a little paranoid, Death's instinct kicked in and got to work memorising the guy's face. He's kinda cute, Cara noted, and then looked at Java and wished she could take it back, even in her thoughts.

As she watched the stranger, someone threw a frisbee at him and he spun around, catching it with almost inhuman speed. Cara's logical side faltered then and paranoia took the chance.

"Are you okay? What're you looking at?" Java had appeared by her side, but Cara didn't turn towards him. She was already walking after the mysterious guy, her eyes trained on him so she wouldn't lose his position. "Cara? Talk to me!"

"You know I was telling you about Ghost? I just saw someone who might fit the bill. He's over there." Cara motioned with her head, whispering even though she was yards away from the guy she was following. She heard Java exhale behind her.

Mark/plague

Kara looked uncomfortable with the silence that enveloped us as we walked in the general direction of the museum, Ha, I thought, she deserves to go though a little uncomfortable for making me act this strangely. While thinking this I smirked slightly. "You smirked as f you were thinking something funny, what is it?" Kara asked.
I looked down directly at her and replied, "You don't need to tell me what my own body did, I've been in it for quite a while now so I would think I would know what I just did and secondly," I smirked again, "I'm not telling you!"
I looked away from her and fixed my stare to the path in front of us so I don't know how she reacted to that, but, knowing girls, she probably blushed or got flustered or something idiotic and childish like that.
I looked across and saw the old Victorian building that was the museum, and took mental notes on where all the possible entrances where, at that moment something occurred to me, I looked down at Kara and realised that she probably thought this was a... a... a date.
I chuckled to myself at the thought, casting away the question in my mind Why did I ask her to come?
"We're here," I heard her mutter.
"I know you imbecile, the large sign above the door advertises that fact this is the museum rather well."

((So, is this warehouse the heroes hideout? Or just the one Death went to? I am saying it isn't ours - correct me if I'm wrong.))

Java

I was looking at the person Cara had pointed out. His coat was big and black, not that distinctive, I thought. But I had to trust Cara, there was a very strong chance she was right.
The guy started to walk a little faster putting his head down and not looking around. I motioned silently to Cara.
"We'll follow him."
She nodded and we began to walk a bit behind him, making as little noise as possible.

The guy was striding down the street purposfully, we both realised where he was going at the same time; we were travelling to the warehouse. Our warehouse!

Cara pulled me into a doorway. "It is him! He saw me there last night, and now he's going back there."
I groaned. "We've got to stop him. You think we have a chance? I mean, it is two against one?"

((It was our warehouse. Sorry if that wasn't clear. Will post for Cara probs tomorrow.))

Oh, damn. xD. I'll edit it ...

Kara

I felt a flash of anger. I don't have to put up with this!

"Listen Mark, if you don't want my company you can just tell me so. I..." The bravery that had come with my anger melted away. I cringed. Now you've done it. Stupid mood swings...

In truth I was lucky that I hadn't gone through anything extreme. I hadn't gone from shouting at the top of my lungs to standing there and allowing someone to bring me down. I hadn't gone from sobbing to laughing my head off. Yet.

Mel

Mel paused for a moment. "Missing? What do you mean, Nick?"

"As in, they don't know were he is," Nick said excitedly on the other end, as Mel's stomach twisted a little. When she said she hoped that Mr Thompson got in a car wreck the day before, she didn't actually mean it.

"God, I hope he's alright. I mean, he's a grumpy old bear and all that, but you can't help but like old Tommy," she said, thinking back to all their old battles in the classroom.

Nick paused. "I thought you'd find it-"

"Nick, I like to have a little joke around but I don't want to hurt anyone," Mel said with a frown, but then shaking her head. "Look, it doesn't matter. He'll be fine. Forget about it."

"But-"

"Where do you want to go today then?"

"Oh, I dunno," Nick said, a little put out. "The park might be nice. I mean, it's the first day in a week that the sun's out."

"Sounds good. Maybe we could pack a lunch."

"Yeah, okay."

"Nick, are you alright? You sound a little-"

"I'm fine, Mel, really. Just... I might be a little late getting to the park. I've got to take care of something first."

"What time d'you want to meet?"

"Is eleven good?"

"Sure. I'll see you out front by that weird sculpture you said looked like shrapnel from a plane wreck."

Nick chuckled. "See you." And he hung up.

Well, that hadn't been any fun. It looked like he'd have to make sure the police found Mr. Thompson a little earlier than he'd originally intended.