Alera noticed Emmeline sitting under a large tree. She walked over to her friend and sat down, giving a quick smile. "Hi," she remarked, thinking about all that they had found out recently. Right now, she didn't feel like talking, so she stared straight forward at nothing in particular. For some reason, she was getting a bad feeling about the night, though she couldn't quite place it.

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((here's my bio! Sorry I didn't get it in sooner))

Name: Jackson Rowe
Age: 32
Appearance: Tall and rather thin, but still muscular. Dark brown hair, cut short. Grey eyes.
Personality: To be developed
Other: He works for Delta Co.


Jackson stood in a hallway at Delta Co, leaning against the wall. He had a sheaf of papers in his hand, and was reading about Project Time. He had been hearing about the project for months, but only today had found it was finalized. He had been chosen as part of the Project group.

Emmeline smiled at Alera and rested her head back on the tree. They both knew what the night would bring for them, disappointment or a chance of hope.

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OOC: Ack! Every time I say I'll join an RPG, ten thousand things come up. Sorry for not getting my bio up yet, I'll try to get it up in the next day or so (for real this time).

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Michael snuck over, only relatively silent, to the tree where Emmeline and Alera had gathered. As he saw their lips moving in a short, quiet conversation, he once again cursed his utterly twisted parents. Why, if they had the choise, why oh why would they want him to be 'disabled'? He definately agreed that he was perfectly capable of practicly everything anyone else could do, but it was still a question that forever plagued him - Why?

Wordlessly, he evaluated the situation, and watched silently, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the 'benefactors'.

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Kira silently ran over to the tree with the rest. "Sorry I'm late," Kira remarked, "it took awhile to get past the parents this time." Kira stroked her hair out of her face and looked over at the Delta Co with a look of deep thought sewn upon her face, "Did I miss anything?"

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Alera shook her head. "No, and you aren't that late."
She couldn't help but notice that everybody was unusually silent, her included.

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Kira quietly remarked, "That's good," as she cautiously sat down upon the ground and looked up at the Delta Co.

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Michael, whose eyes were now ajusted to the dim light, could now make out snippets of the coversation going on between the Delta co. workers, and was quite happy to do so. After gathering a few lines, he turned to Alera and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Those workers, they say something about a project." He said, having a slight lisp to his words.

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OOC: Okay, sorry for taking so long. Here is a preliminary bio. I will flesh it out more later.

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Name: Daniel Merain
Age: 15
Appearence: He has blue eyes, close cropped dark hair, and slightly tan skin. He is of an average build, not overly muscular or overly fat, but he is tall, about 6' 1". He usually wears khaki pants with a dark T-shirt.
Personality: He would rather sit alone with a computer than talk with people, but he can be nice once you get to know him.
Bio: He was never very 'normal' by most people's standards, he was always playing around on computers or reading instead of playing with friends, which may be a reason he has so few. He is now never seen without his laptop, which he uses for various things such as: compiling programs, writing, and hacking if need be.

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IC: Daniel approached the group from behind, "Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?" He had his laptop tucked under his arm, as always, and was wearing black pants along with a black shirt, which was uncommonly dark for him.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Nothing really," Kira politely said. Then, looking at the laptop, she asked, "Does that laptop have recording functions? That may come in handy."

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"We're just waiting. The curfew alarm should go off soon," Emmeline said, "Hopefully everyone will show up, tonight may be the night we get answers."


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Addison climbed in the hover-car along with Jackson. They had their identities and everything set. The driver switched the car on and started their journey to D.H. Addison tried to relax but her nerves kept taking hold of her stomach.
"You ready for this?" She asked Jackson in her business tone.
The car came to a stop and Addison looked out the window. All the houses light's were out and they were parked out in front of the City Hall.

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Daniel smiled at the question, anything techy, he enjoyed. "Yep. I just need to hook up a camera." He thought for a moment, "And possibly a directional mic if we want to get really good sound quality. I don't have my mic with me though, I'd have to run back and get it. I do have my camera."

He pulled out a camera from one of his pockets, a small, compact one, and attached it though a USB port to his laptop, "One moment..." A new window poped up and showed what the camera was pointing at. "And were in business."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Nice." Emmeline said in a hushed voice, "Look here they come. Can you zoom in close to see who we're dealing with."
The curfew alarm buzzed loudly. Emmeline looked around. House lights were shutting off every where and soon the only light was from the hover-car and the laptop.

Addison stepped out of the car and looked around. District Harper street's were bare. Everyone was inside. Her heels clacked noisely on the pavement but she was beyond caring. Soon the City Hall's Doors were open and out stepped the 'Mayor' of the district, Jeremy Tibot.

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Jackson climbed out of the hover-car, joining Addison. His black slacks and dress coat blended in well with the dark buildings.
As Jeremy Tibot stepped outside to greet the pair, Jackson put on his professional smile and shook hands with the mayor. "Good evening, sir." he said.

Kira smiled at Daniel and once all of the lights went out for her, as usual, she picked up a piece of ducktape and put it over the little recording light. "That should also help," she motioned, "we would not want to be seen with the only other light on."

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