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☠ A Killer Thread: 10-6-2016

█▐ CARLOS

There were a few things that Carlos didn’t like. Spiders, heights and being told what to do, so when the public told him to stay at home to avoid the killer, he did the opposite. He hated being the hero, but someone had to. For some reason the police and PRIME seemed awfully occupied anyway, and he knew he could protect himself, even if he had using his powers.

There wasn’t supposed to be anyone outside at this point, but there she was. A blonde haired girl, holding a golden leaf, looking practically mortified at the sight of it. He could’ve sworn it wasn’t golden when she picket it up. “Are you alright?” he called out. The reports of people killed had risen. “Why are you out here so late?”

The sound of the man’s voice startled Shiloh, causing the leaf in her hand to turn to ice just before she dropped it and it shattered into many small and indistinguishable pieces on the welcoming ground. ❝Oh, yeah I-I am perfectly fine. Yeah. No problems here...❞ She swallowed before sighing slightly.

Greatly lacking in access to a television, as her cheap hotel had none, she was unaware of the curfew set in places by PRIME and the city. She hadn’t heard their warnings. ❝I was job hunting and it wasn’t going so well, so I was going to drink, but... that costs money... and now I’m here.❞ After a few hours of wandering while wondering if she would have been better off facing the wrath of her parents’ cult. No. I’d probably be dead by now.

#c: carlos

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☠ A Killer Thread: 10-6-2016

█▐ OPEN STARTER || sequencemission

Shiloh walked home from a particularly long day of job searching. She looked around, but there was no one to be found. Sighing, she finally removed her gloves after a long day of hand sweat and explaining herself in lies, so people didn’t think she was weird. There was no way around it really, she was everything her parents and their church hated. It was only after she’d left that she could see the cult for what it truly was.

She stopped, hearing a crunch sound, only to realize that it was a leaf beneath her foot. She picked it up and watched in horror as it did the expected. Slowly the dead composition of the leaf began to lighten until the entire thing was made of a thing sheet of solid gold. ❝You have got to be kidding me.❞

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█▐ KENYA

“Things happen” the Empath shrugged, with her arms crossed as she looked up at the glistening tree. It was solid gold, clearly not an every day occurrence. The other woman’s emotions had drawn Kenya towards her. She knew what it was like, to feel like you weren’t in control.

Shiloh jumped and looked to the woman behind her with hesitance and caution. She hadn’t realized that anyone was in hearing distance of her self-prosecuting mutterings. She glanced back to the tree and sighed. It was so wrong. What she did went entirely against the nature that was created to be as it was. She never meant to user her abilities, out the sheer fact that she’d been raised to think them evil. ❝Things happen far too often.❞

#c: kenya

█▐ JOSH

“You literally sound like you’ve been living under a rock.” he muttered with another look of disbelief. Was this girl playing him? “You couldn’t watch TV or play cards? You definitely shouldn’t be out on the street alone at night then.”

❝Something like that, yeah. But now I’m here and that doesn’t matter anymore.❞ Shiloh sighed. ❝My community was very... religious. And not in the loving everyone sort of way. It was actually quite the opposite. You would think they never took one glance inside their holy book with the way they behave.❞ Looking about, she couldn’t help but agree with him. However, she wanted to believe she could handle herself. ❝I will be fine.❞

#c: josh

█▐ SCOUT

The redhead scoffed at the strangers words. “Ignorance is everywhere. I hate to break it you but, you are never going to get away from it.” She tossed the lesson at the blonde, before turning to face her. “Where d’ya come from?”

❝Maybe I’ll just have to go to space during the next move, then.❞ She sighed. ❝I’m from South Carolina. Home of ignorance and bigotry. Not the best place for conduits or anyone different.❞

#c: scout

█▐ KAIDAN

“Ahhhh boy…looks like a teleported into another acquired situation.” Taking a deep breath, Kadian let out a muffled “Great..” during it.

❝Oh, crap!❞ Shiloh, cleared her throat and quickly sank beneath the bubbles.

#c: kaidan

█▐ ISABEL

taking long walks seem to be her thing. not because she was trying to stay in shape or to appreciate nature. but more like she had nothing to do and welcomed the silence and peace that came with it. with her headphones plugged in, isabel decided to make her walk a run around the park. after minutes of jogging, she stopped to catch her breath. unplugging her ears and taking a big drink from her bottle. that was when she heard someone voice. not sure if they were speaking to herself, she turned towards it.

‘ — are you talking to me ? why, what happened ? ’

Shiloh looked over to the woman, her eyes widening as she realized that the words she spoke were most definitely spoken out loud. This had not been her intention in the least. ❝Oh, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything. I just...❞ She motioned to the golden tree before her. ❝I suppose weirder things have happened, but it seems someone took the time to paint every bit of this tree.❞

#c: isabel

█▐ MAK

“Yeah, I suppose.” He mused chuckling as he rested an elbow on his bend knee, chucking the leaf aside. “Can you turn the tree back into wood? Well, what can you do? Turn things into …different things?” Mak asked, head resting against the tree behind him. He was quite interested, as he assumed there to be quite a few similarities between their powers. And he never met anyone like that. “You seemed a little irritated before. That’s all.”

❝I’m not entirely sure. I never tried turning something back. I don’t even know what I can do. I don’t like to use it. Having this just feels... I don’t know. Wrong?❞ She looked to him, hoping that he could understand. ❝So far, I’ve changed water into what looked like blood and various things to gold. One thing I turned to silver or nickel, I’m not entirely sure which.❞ Shiloh sighed. ❝I am. I didn’t ask for this.❞

#c: mak

█▐ MAK

“You’ve been staring at that tree for quite a while. No one else has. And instead of being intrigued, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. But you’re right. That pigeon is the culprit.” Mak muttered, amusement lacing his voice as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Her staring had made her quite suspicious, but also the fact that quite a large portion of energy directed from her towards the object. “Someone working at a bank can’t look out for themselves? Huh? Anyway, no. I’m not interested in that aspect of your powers.” The tall man took a seat on the grass where she had sat only moments ago and looked up at her as he picked up a leaf with a couple of water droplets. His eyes stayed on hers as the water took on a different state, now frozen droplets on the plant. “Calm down, will ya?”

❝Ah, yeah. I suppose the staring would do it, wouldn’t it?❞ Shiloh followed her rhetorical question with a nod, but made no move to stop staring at the tree until she noticed him sitting on the grass, causing her to promptly turn to watch him as he spoke. ❝Then, what aspect are you interested in, because well, you can have them if you want.❞ She eyed him as he changed the state of matter of the three droplets from a liquid to a solid. ❝Yeah, I can’t ah… do that.❞ She looked back to the tree for a moment before sitting down on the grass across from him while not entirely facing him. She pulled her sleeves down over her hands to prevent further accidents and sighed. ❝I am calm.❞

#c: mak

█▐ SCOUT

This morning when walking outside, Scout was not expecting to find a group of protesters chanting on a street corner. They were near a mainly conduit neighborhood, shouting about how conduits were dangerous and needed to be stopped. The girl crossed her arm as she looked on at the little mob, who were trying to hand out pamphlets to pedestrians.

Shiloh, was walking back to her small apartment when she saw an anti-conduit mob. She had to stop and breathe for a moment to keep herself from having a flashback to her home. ❝I thought I got away from this stuff by coming here... It seems like no place is immune to idiocy.❞

#c: scout

█▐ JOSH

“You don’t watch the news? Do you know what a paper is?” A mistrusting tone escaped his lips as he looked the girl over. “Do you have a tattoo? One of a roman numeral?”

Shiloh couldn’t help but squint at him. ❝You mean, like a mark?❞ She perked her brow. ❝I've never seen one like that. Not to mention that my parents would have killed me for getting a tattoo. They weren't exactly allowed, like television or playing cards on Sunday.❞ Or friends for that matter. Though, in that case, they’d just killed the friend.

#c: josh

█▐ MAK

Mak had watched the scene unfold, quietly spectating from afar. People stared, surely fascinated by the golden tree in the midst of the park. Once a passing couple was far enough away, he slowly emerged from his spot in the shadows of one of the trees, just in time to overhear her…conversation with herself. “You should. Transmuting wood into gold at this time of the day? I mean, rearranged the structure of an element in front of anyone is never a good idea. Especially gold, people would gladly use you as their own private bank account.”

Shiloh frowned slightly at the tree before jumping backwards at the sound of another voice. This stumble just happened to lead to her tripping over a uneven stretch in the sidewalk and landing right on her backside for all to see. After taking a moment to stand and address the horror story that was her life, she managed to brush herself off and continue on. ❝Well, I mean, it wasn’t me. It was most certainly that guy...❞ She pointed vaguely before realizing that she was accusing a very innocent looking pigeon. ❝Hmm... Well, It’s not like I meant to do it. And I certainly hope you’re not one of those people, because... well, you have all those muscles and junk.❞

#c: mak

█▐ JOSH

“You know there’s a killer on the loose, right? Why’re you out here all by yourself in the middle of the night?” A confused question from a confused boy. “Chicago at night isn’t a playground.”

❝Wait, what? There’s a killer?❞ She perked a brow. ❝I’m a bit new to the area. I guess I should be watching the new more.❞ Instead of being oblivious to the world around her.

#c: josh

█▐ BROOKLYN

“It’s crowded and I’m so not drunk for this.” He watched citizens from all over the city celebrate Memorial day. His hand slipped in his pockets as he pushed through the crowed, feeling a quick sharp pain as a beer can hit him in the head. “Are you fucking serious? Who throws a beer can?”

Shiloh leaned against a brick wall, her hands gloved despite the heat of the day. She stared at all of those who celebrated the fallen by gettin drunk off their asses and could not help but roll her eyes just before hearing the comment of a beer can’s latest victim. ❝Usually someone who has held too many. Was it at least empty?❞

#c: brooklyn

█▐ OPEN STARTER || the-sequence-rp

Shiloh stared up at the solid gold tree in the park, yet her expression was not one of awe like those that pass who, fortunately, had not been present at the tree’s... turning of colors. The conduit preferred to avoid using her abilities at all costs, still unable to shake the feeling that she was somehow evil for being what she’d become. However, there were accidents here and there when she forgot her gloves... or spilled coffee all over them and had to throw them away. After a few moments of silence, she finally sighed and muttered to herself. ❝I should really learn to be more subtle.❞

#sequencestarter

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