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Daybreak, Tibor's favorite time to prance around the FAYZ. Well, if you think about it, it's not that great. But Tibor didn't care, since he was lonesome and could think to himself. Tibor, not his Coates Academy Uniform on, but a regular pair of jeans and t-shirt. Tibor stood on one of the bluffs and stared at the Clifftop Resort, Nearly surprised by it's size. He'd seen the place threw a window, but never this close! Coates put a number on a kid, even if they didn't do somethin' wrong. Unfortunately for Tibor, he had done some things, some he regretted, others... Not so much..

Tibor threw his T-Shirt to the ground, then stretching. It wasn't every day you just say a 14 year old kid take off his jeans and just stretch in plain site. But Tibor, again, didn't care. The sun felt amazing on his fair skin, which he released a glowing white some. Perfect. Tibor then flexed his upper body, trying to stretch. I wonder what I can do today.. He thinks.

Roscoe, with her head lowered, made her way towards no where in particular. Slowly, her ehad lifted up and she saw a boy.. a...naked? boy. A surprised screeched ripped through her throat and she covered her eyes. "Oh my god" she gasped, throwing her hands over her eyes in shock. Holy...balls. Yea, that sounded correct. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, lowering her hand and glaring at his face. Her eyes narrowed, mentally willing him to want to pull his pants up. The will was strong, very strong, almost irresistable.

((Just ot be clear her is butt naked right?? XP))

((His pants are up XD))

Shirtless, Tibor turned around to look at a girl who he had failed to notice. "I'm enjoying the doom this thing has put us all in." Tibor laughed, pointing at the bubble-like dome's surface just ahead. "Yourself?"

((Oh haha okay))

"Trying not to barf at the sight of your face" she retorted calmly, her eyes narrowed bitterly. She plastered on a fake small smile, refusing to be anything but hostile towards this guy. Her eyes looked up at the dome, quickly adverting them and glancing behind her.

"Dang, someone's not having a good day." Tibor said, tapping his chin and turning around. Tibor was easily 5'7, probably taller than the girl in front of him. He had a good build, athletic and strong looking. And a near to perfect face and smile. Hopping down from his little rock, Tibor landed and locked two grey eyes looked into Roscoe's eyes. "Why would you want to barf? Are you barfing because it's perfect or because you can't handle it?" he joked.

She stepped back slightly when e jumped off the rock, being a small and petite 5'1, she was often quite intimidated by taller people. Her hands placed quickly on her hips and she tilted her head to the side before pursing her lips. "Because your disgusting" she answered, as if it was obvious. As much as she hated to admit it, he was devilishly handsome. Roscoe looked him up and down with quiet discreteness, as if sizing him up. Where he was perfectly athletic, she was skinny and petite. Where he was tall, she was short. He had tan colored hair, she had bright orange. He had tanned skin, she was pale and covered in freckles.

"Disgusting? But I took a shower today." Tibor laughed. "As weird as it seems, I think me being taller gives me some sort of visual advantage." He examined the give infront of him. She was short, and by her facial expression she was examining him. how nice.

"Visual Advantage? Like how?" she raised an eyebrow, going onto her tip toes in an attempt to look taller. She ran a delicate hand through her orange fiery red hair, her bright green eyes spiraling all over the place not sure what to land them on.

(GTG))

((K, byeee))

((Sorri for leavin' :( I had troublshooting probs.))

"Easy, I'm just taller." Tibor felt his vision getting all foggy with smoke. Of course, it was an interal problem of his. That was why Tibor came up to Clifftop, because he wanted to find out what the Smokiness was. The girl's red hair reminded him of his little accident with his smoke problem. Only it reminded him of fire.

"Bite me" she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. "And why are you looking at my hair like that?" she demanded, shifting her weight and jutting out her left hip with a raised eyebrow.

((What's her ability? Just curious.))

Tibor blinked a few times, then rubbing his eyes. If Roscoe looked hard enough, his irises started turning an ashy black. "Because your pretty." He teased.

((Mind Control))

For a moment she was stunned, her eyes wide. She quickly shook her head and grumbled a whatever before narrowing her eyes at him. Her hands grabbed each side of his face and she got on her toes, looking into his eyes. "Your eyes..." she whispered, slowly pulling her hands back.

"My eyes? Ya, it happens." He said, chuckling. His vision was getting darker and darker, which gave everything a dark tint of color. Roscoe's hair started to turn from a bright red to a darker maroon.

"Why?" she asked slowly, taking a small step back just in case things got...powered up. She frowned slightly, considering the possibility of him having powers but quickly brushed it off.

Tibor shrugged. "I don't know, it just happens. I mean-" Tibor started coughing, which puffs of smoke came out. Overload, not good. He really needed to get away from this girl so he could empty his cans.

Her eyes dilated, the dark pupils growing then shrinking. "You want to tell me don't you? You know you can trust me. Tell me, or you'll suffer cardiac arrest and die. You know it's true, you believe me. You want, need to tell me." she was using her powers, and using them ahrd. It would be impossible to resist the urge to tell her the truth.

Another cough, which he snuck a sentence in between the next. The urge to tell her was nearly unstoppable. He tried, but he couldn't. "It's this weird smoke thing." He coughed again. "I get all smokey and dizzy and I-" He sneezed a huge puff of smoke out of his nose. "-Shoot smoke from my hands and manipulate my body in the same way."

((Typhokinesis if you didn't know. You can look it up.))

"Right" she frowned slightly, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away form everyone else. "You can't let people know about...that" she waved her hand all over him, motioning to his whole body. "Do whatever it is you need to do, just hurry up" she muttered, crossing her arms.

Tibor blinked in confusion, looking at the female infront of him. "Ya' sure?" he asked.

"Go for it. Burn me though and I'll.... never mind" she shook her head and glared at the ground, just wanting to get this over with.

Coughing one more time, Tibor let his fist ball up, which released thick, dark smoke. He pointed his hands towards the girl infront of him and shot her, dead on.

The sensation The girl would feel would be intense and painful. A burning painful twist in her skin would erupt on her chest, which bypassed her shirt and straight into her skin. The blow could easily knock her off her feet.

Her eyes widened, quickly taking a step back in shock, about to scream at him not to aim at her but the breathe was knocked form her body as she went slamming into the ground. Smoke filtered down her throat and she started coughing, then gagging, before dry hevaing on the ground all the while gasping for air. Her head had hit the ground hard, very hard. Blood smeared the ground and the back of her hair, a blow that would be fatal to someone without a power like hers. But she of course, had mental manipulation, and could will herself not to feel the pain, or even will her mind to make her body heal faster. But she of course was too out of it to do such a thing. "Ass" she gasped before pressing her forehead to the ground, taking in death gulps of air.

Tibor approached the fallen girl with a smile upon his face. He saw humor in what he'd just done, just taking advantage of a moment. "Manipulative Bitch." He crackled. "Coates Kids aren't people you should trust." Putting a sneaker on the girl's chest, he slowly started to press on her wounds.

She gasped in pain, grabbing at his ankle in a fetal attempt to fight him off. Fine, if he wanted to play dirty then so will she. Her eyes dilated once more, and her mouth opened. "You want to die. Your a mistake, a freak of nature who's gonna kill himself. Your gonna get a migraine and pass out. Pass out" she commanded strongly, watching him get drowsy with her spell. She then easily kicked his leg off of her and got to her feet glaring at him. "You want to die. You want to-" she was cut off by a throbbing pain in her head.

((So the death part didn't go threw? or did she not finish?))

((She couldn't finish the command so he isn't under the influence to kill himself))

((Alright ^_^))

Tibor felt his head get light and fuzzy, then followed with a pulse of achiness. Feeling his eyes roll back, he collapsed and passed out.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him slightly behind a wall. She turned, pulling off her short to inspect the wound. It would heal. As for her head, she could only hope nothing was severely damaged. Slowly pulling her shirt back on, she walked over to him, taking his belt and using it to to his hands together. She slowly say down across from him in pain, waiting for the boy to awaken.

"Uhhhhh.."

Tibor groaned in pain, rolling around a bit.

She smirked slightly, kicking him hard in the gut. "Get up, or I'm gonna fry your brain into tiny little slices of bacon" she snapped, placing both hands on her hips.

Tibor felt someone kick his gut, which he grunts and rolled to his side. He spat on the ground, then opening his eyes. "The fuck-" He looked at the red headed girl. I've gotta get away from this girl, or simply put a muzzle on her. he thinks.

"Oh that's not very polite" she pouted and crouched down in front of him. "I can hear what your thinking. Try to get away and I'll have you kill yourself." She hissed grabbing his chin and digging her nails into his skin. "Oh that's right, I forgot to mention your not the only one with powers, except I was born with it, unlike you, I know how to control myself. Judging by your lack of control I'm guessing you just got them" she squeezed her nails tighter, breaking the skin, beads of blood running down her fingers. Ever wince an accidental nose bleed, she had found that- here comes the gross part- consumption of blood made her power stronger. She removed her hand from his face sucking on one of her bloody fingers.

So she could do more then manipulate the mind. So he had to play it safe. "I warned you." He said. "And you said okay."

"I didn't think you were gonna try and kill me. If I had known I would've taken you out before you could even lift a finger" she stated as if it was more than obvious. Eyeing him up and down she slowly, very slowly, reached around him to his tied up hands, trying to figure out if she should set him free.

"I warned you, the ability empties itself by conflicting pain amongst others." He chuckled slightly. "I warned you."

"No actually you didn't" she rammed her elbow into his side and pulled her hand back in annoyance. "I should just leave you here to rot" she snarled, anger boiling over her head. "Or maybe I should have one of the mutant animals rip you to shreds"

"I'll just burn it." Tibor stated.

"You can't use your power if I surpress it" she stated, raising her eyebrow blankly. She then proceeded to stand back, trying to decide what to do with him.

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"Sharp one, aren't you." Tibor said in a different tone. This one didn't follow with a laugh or smile. "Girl, you should try to understand what your doing."

"I fully understand what I'm doing. Do you understand what I'm gonna do to you? Do you know what it's gonna feel like to have your own mind turn against you? To betray you?" she walked closed towards him, crouching down in front of his face.

"Unfortunately, your own powers have failed you." Tibor said.

In a split second, a guy came behind Roscoe (did I spell it right?) and covered her mouth and wrapped another arm around her waist. A second guy came to assist the first, grabbing her legs. A third and final thug came to help Tibor. An ambush.

((Yup. And hehe, plot twist XD))

Roscoe screeched, biting down on his hand and kicking hard. IF she could just focus hard enough...the guy holding her legs fell to the ground, dead from a mentally willed brain anuerism.(not sure if i spelled that right)

She elbowed hard, trying to break free of her captor, biting and kicking and scratching at his arms.

Suddenly, Roscoe's ability would stop working. A boy came out from behind a tree. He looked young, around the age of 9. The one helping Tibor would come to assist the second thug. The two would attempt to restrain her.

"Ah, Tye." Tibor said with a smile. He got up off the ground, then approaching the little boy. Tibor placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked at Roscoe. "Do you know what Tye's ability is?" Tibor asked. "Just guess. Why have your abilities failed you so suddenly?"

She stayed mute, refusing to respond. Her thoughts drifted to her younger sister and brother, Elena and Danny. If she were to die, what would happen to them? At least they would inherit mom's fortune, and the house. So maybe it was better if she did, in fact, die.

"Why should I care?" she mumbled through the mans hand, disgust crawling through her stomach at the mans arm that was still coherently wrapped around her waist. "Just let me go, you have no use to me" she snapped, trying to turn her head away from his hand.

"Ah, you see, if I uses to say that you would have thought I was lying." Tibor creeped forward, cocking his head. "I fear that this has turned into your fate."

Swiftly turning, he looked at the boy. "Take her to Coates, secure her and muzzle her." He ordered. "Keep her powerless, and your Incharge." The little boy would nod, then Tibor waved a little before taking a step off one of the bluffs. In a second, a smokey dart dashed threw the sky and disappeared.

The boy looked at thugs, which he nods. The two thugs begin to drag her towards the road.

((So did Tibor leave? And are we gonna go to a different roleplay thread or something or stay here?))

Muzzle? They ahd to be kidding. It's not like she was some sort of dog or something. She suddenly bit down hard in the mans hand, drawing blood and drinking it up. Internally she gagged, having always hated the salty and rustic taste of blood. It fueld her up though, and she could just possibly knock this guy out....

Sure enough, she was fueled enough to make him drop her, but nothing more. As soon as she had been dropped she was exhausted, about ready to pass out. She had used every ounce of her power to overcome the blockage and make the man drop her. And now she was on her feet, racing off, though her speed was slow and she kept falling because of exhaustion. The man was hot on her heels and she turned back, ducking past him and racing the other way in an attempt to get away from the little boy and the thug.