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Post by Deon on Jun 7, 2007 19:53:52 GMT -5
Dementia's lips curled into a malicious smile when the adolescent waiter came to their table with their second round of drinks. She didn't even look at the cups that he placed in front of the girls, keeping her eyes entirely on his pimply face. It was clear as the blue in her eyes that she was concocting something horrible. She gave a little wave to the waiter, who blushed furiously. When he finally walked away, she turned her attention to Maeve, who had gotten up while she was occupied. She had gone to work destroying a table, to the utter dismay of one of the employees of the cafe.
Well, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. That was how the saying went, no?
Then Chesna started putting her power to work. She must have a supersonic voice, for as she opened her mouth, glass immediately started shattering around them in horrifyingly loud crashes. She could almost feel her bones rattling at the high-pitched vibrations. The glasses cracked into pieces, spilling their drinks all over the table. Dementia quickly got up with a tiny yelp as hot tea spilled onto her shorts. It was more of a cry of surprise that escaped her lips--she had become almost oblivious to physical pain. The nature of her power brought that on. There had been enough physical destruction now, anyway. She would start to do some damage in the mental realm.
Dementia grabbed a few napkins and started furiously dabbing at her shorts, putting on a face of mock worry as she seemingly absentmindedly hustled out of the booth towards the only bathroom in the cafe. The waiter carrying a tray full of their drinks was directly in her path, and she manoeuvred her body to be right in his path. He was distracted for a moment as he glanced at Chesna to make some sort of retort, or maybe it was a strained polite reply necessary of a waiter--anyways, he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, because he slammed right into Dementia. The waiter stumbled and dropped his tray of drinks, shattering to pieces like all the others. Dementia fell to the ground with a startled cry that was swiftly followed by a bloodcurdling scream. She seemed like she attempted to catch herself with one hand, but she landed in an awkward position with her elbow bending the way it wasn't supposed to. A sharp, sickening snap pierced the air. The waiter was struggling to regain his footing, which wasn't supposed in Dementia's plan, so she swung her foot around to trip him. He immediately fell on top of her and her elbow twisted into an even more gruesomely wrong position, until finally the bone of her upper arm pierced her skin, blood streaming from the wound. Fake tears were willed into her eyes as she made sounds that were a cross between a sob and a scream before collapsing onto the ground, gasping for air. The waiter was absolutely petrified. His face paled until it was even a shade lighter than hers. She practically scared the acne off of him! He was unable to speak, and his entire body shook uncontrollably as he pushed himself off of her.
Now for the icing on the cake. Her voice was full of intense accusation and malice as she painfully twisted her neck to look at the waiter. "You! You did this! It was you! It was you!" she shrieked over and over again, her voice becoming utterly hysterical. She sounded as if it pained her to speak the words, but pushed them out by the sheer force of hatred. Dementia was quite the actress. He didn't even stop to think about the probability of a girl suffering a horrible compound fracture from such a fall, though it was possible.
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Post by bandit on Jun 8, 2007 16:03:52 GMT -5
Galilee grinned, and gave a quick look around, taking in the attributes of the remaining public. Their personalites, their past, current mood, etc. Then, lifting up her hand, she snapped her fingers and in only one second people were everywhere. Some were screaming, some acted drunk, some were crying, some were shouting out profanities at the top of their lungs. And then, of course, others were trying to rape each other while the rest jumped around as though they were having a sudden rush of energy. Galilee laughed, though, of course, not a very happy laugh. More of a laugh that was insanely pleased of all of her work, and this was just the beginning.
Stepping out of the booth and pushing up her sunglasses, but they hadn't fallen, so they remained in the same place, she pointed at two people. In one direction: A girl, about her age, now crying in a corner and in the other: a boy, also the same age as her, trying to stab the cash register, and, in all honesty, he seemed to be doing a pretty good job. The raven-haired clapped her hands, and there was a flash of light between the two people; a mix of colors, white and orange. The girl began screaming out things that made no sense, such as 'Something comes this way!' or 'Aqualeaves underwater!' while the boy dropped the knife and dove under a table, crying hysterically for some reason unknown to Galilee, though she could have cared less; this was too much fun.
Walking forward, she glanced around, and, to her satisfaction, another waiter was coming with a tray of drinks, despite the fact everyone was out of control. She sprang forward, her elbow colliding with his flank, and the cups, which had been filled with tea, all fell down and shattered with a noteable crash, the liquid inside them spilling out everywhere. Almost immediatly, someone crawled up and began snatching up the glass piece, speaking in a strained voice, "My precious!" while someone else began to lick the rest of the tea off the floor. It was, in every way, rather repulsive at the moment, but the girl simply shrugged, 'accidentally' tripping someone passing her, causing a rather obese girl to fall forward, screaming as she supposedly broke her leg.
Galilee laughed wickedly to herself, enjoying the pain that the girl was going through, because even though she hadn't actually broken her leg, she got a deep cut that was now bleeding profusely. Well, for a cut at least. The girl, with tears falling down her fat face, looked up at Galilee with such a sad expression it only made the girl laugh more to herself, bringing so much undescribeable pleasure because of it. Galilee moved on, walking past the girl and almost stepping on her hand, which she now regretted not doing, and then, making her way over to the counter, pushed the cash register over and watched as it crashed onto the floor, money scattering everywhere. She quickly backed away, watching as a third of the people in the room dived for the money, while the staff also battled to get whatever was within their reach.
Galilee crossed her arms over her chest in a smug manner, and, was there was anything left to sit on, she'd lay back in a chair and watch the show.
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Post by •Mouse• on Jun 8, 2007 16:27:03 GMT -5
Maeve's head was thrown back with laughter as she clutched her sides. The humor was intense. And the pain and misery being created was abundent and almost palpable. MAeve stood, her voice comming to a sudden halt. And walking through anything in her way, Maeve drew near the counter. Walking the length of the counter with one finger gliding down the edge left a path of destruction.
The paint would chip, raise and disappear. Metal snapped out of place sending bolts and screws through the air. Wood turned to ash and fell in on itself. All of this fallowing the wake of Maeve's small finger. Her face was dark, and cold, showing no emotion. At the end of the counter, the young woman turned on a dime to watch as the decay spread from the small line. More paint disappearing, more wood turning to ash and even more metal twisting into disgusting shapes before disappearing.
It was like something had caught the undivided attention of Maeve. She looked at nothing but the counter, watching it fall into a tall pile of ash. When it happened, during that stretch of five minutes which seemed to be forever, Maeve smiled slowly. It was a wicked grin, full of pleasure and enjoyment. There was such a strange look in her eye, a look that no one had really seen for sometime. Maeve was loosing control of herself. The addicting powers seemd to take control. Ruin, things breaking down, all th cause of the two old aliases. Ruin and Breakdown, she had once been called. A girl able to destroy things with a mere touch.
Turning, Maeve walked down the length of a wall which held many pictures. She would tip the pictures, and in her wake they would falland shatter on the ground behind her. A smirk on her face showed she was enjoying this. And as each deafening shatter occuered she would chuckle softly. The wall now appeared baren and deserted, a blank wall in the entire place. It was drab, mundane, boring and any other word for saying simple and plain. This would just not do.
Strolling the girl disappeared into the wall. A figure was burned into the wall, Maeve's. Slowly, as she stepped out of the wall, it began to sink and collapse. One she stepped out fully the wall's paint fell and the cement fell off in chunks. She hadn't destroyed the wall, just left it mangled and gray.
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Post by Katsumi on Jun 11, 2007 13:08:35 GMT -5
Chesna kept her eyes on all of the girls around her as the pillaged and mangled the cafe beyond recognition. She couldn't do much other than sit back and watch. After all, she had broken what she was capable of breaking, and the others all had powers better suited for mayhem and torture. Chesna's abilities were of a more peaceful sort, unless she wanted to cause some real physical trauma to these poor civilians. Every one else could easily bring on some mental anguish to these people, but not Chesna. She could only harm them, and seduce them, but she didn't think the others would appreciate either. After all, she didn't want to steal their attention. Deon and Galilee seemed especially intent on scarring the employees and people, while Maeve was still intent on ruining the structure itself. And the lovely siren merely sat back and watched everything happen before her. Standing up from the booth, which seemed to be one of the only things untouched, Chesna was careful to avoid the glass that she had scattered all over the place. She let out a low whistle, trying to get the other girl's attention.
"I think we've got it just about done now, dearies," she laughed in her sing-song voice. Her feet padded softly on the ground as she walked around the glass. She couldn't help but giggle when she saw everything that the four had done. As the building practically fell down around her, she was glad that she had brought on such commotion. She turned back only to see if the others would follow her in leaving.
{ Okay, so this is really, really short. And I am really, really sorry. }
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Post by Deon on Jun 11, 2007 18:13:28 GMT -5
((People tend to accidentally use my name in place of Dementia... xD))
Dementia pushed herself up off the floor with one hand and stood up, lopsided. She took great care to make sure that she wiped some of her blood on the pimply face of the unfortunate waiter. He made a strangled sort of noise, probably in part because of the things that Galilee was now doing to the people here (what a talent that girl had!). She stood up and walked with an uneven gait, her broken arm loosely hanging at her side. She looked like some kind of zombie creature--the bone slid in and out of her skin with gruesome squelches at every little motion. Of course, she helped it along a bit, just for effect, you know. It would have been better if she had broken her leg instead, but this worked fine. With dead eyes and a moan, she made her way over to Chesna, stepping with disdain over a person who was clawing at her feet, up her legs. She gave him a nice little kick on her way over, dropping her zombie act face for a short moment. He doubled over in pain despite the control that Galilee exerted over him with her powers.
The cafe seemed to be falling apart around their ears. Chesna was right with taking their attention elsewhere, and Dementia was going to follow her example. She reached the calm siren, pulled that damn annoying bone out from under her skin in a spurt of blood she carefully directed away from her friend, and hurled it towards the counter that was still (miraculously) standing. It slammed dead center into the cash register, and, with the familiar "ching" of clinking coins, was taken on the bone's continual flight until it finally stopped stuck into the plaster of one of the nearly destroyed walls.
"And so concludes the reign of destruction wrought upon the general population by their superiors," Dementia commented with a half-hearted wave of her hand over the scene. Her voice sounded bored. "What shall we do next?"
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Post by Krispey on Jun 12, 2007 10:25:06 GMT -5
Oshaya entered the cafe in shock. Her arms dropped to her side, hanging like loose dummies. Her jaw dropped, mouth ajar. Glass, wood, pieces of people, blood, anything else you could have possibly imagined was strode all across the cafe...Well, what still exsisted of it anyway. Oshaya leaned forward, raven oculars scanning the once was building, mouth still ajar. Wow, what the hell? How? What? Then, her eyes fell upon four girls...The only ones who were still standing. No way. They. Could. Not. Have. Did. All. Of. This. What. In. The.World.
Oshaya was stunned beyond beleif. Okay, either these girls had a whole lot of machinery to help them, or their powers were just that good. They had to have a whole lot of machinery. But, odd enough, there was no machinery anywhere. And machinery that had been in the cafe was strode about in millions of tiny pieces. Who said they had to have powers anyway? It seemed likely, but it didn't have to be true. But then again, who on earth would go around a cafe smashing hundreds of glasses, etc, etc? Not anyone that Oshaya knew. This city was crazier than Oshaya would have guess. Well, at least the people in it were. Oshaya closed her mouth, straigtened up, raven tresses shrouding her well-rounded face. "Did.Did you? Did you guys, you know. D-do all of this?" She spoke in a stunned tone. She was the least bit afraid or nervous, it's just she'd never seen so much destruction caused by four people, or by anyone at that. Wow. "Because I would think that one had better things to do with thier time than...Okay, you guys did alot, can't quite say."
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Post by bandit on Jun 12, 2007 14:58:04 GMT -5
As Galilee finished punishing the rest of the staff, she heard a familar sing song voice rise above the screams of pain, and then spun on her heel, walking on the employee with the acne-striken face, stopping only to the dig the heel of her boot into his hand, something she would have done to the fat girl if the idea had occured to her during the time. He yelped when she did that, and, obviously not thinking, grabbed her ankle as soon as she started walking again, and so he was dragged throughout whatever was left of the Cafe. Glass pieces, metal, money, blood. After a while, the raven-haired got annoyed, and then turned around, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and, quite easily, pushed him away, his limp body landing with a thud on the cold, hard floor, one of the few things that still remained of the structure.
Turning around and dusting off a few pieces of peeled paint from her clothes, she smiled at her companion, except this one wasn't menacing like she had used before, more so like caring and loving. Hearing Dementia's question, the girl lifted her bare shoulders in a shrug, "I'm not sure, perhaps we cou-" she was cut off as another girl, one she hadn't met before, began speaking. As she stuttered and tripped over her words, Galilee raised an eyebrow, annoyed, but listening either way. She turned her body in the direction from which she spoke, watching her carefully, waiting for the new girl to say something, and when she finished Galilee couldn't help but let a laguh rip through the air, though it ended quite adruptly.
"Wow, I must say you're indeed quite smart." she said sarcastically, the irony bodacious in her voice, "As for something better do with our time, I'll be more than happy to explain to you that the staff here are worthless pieces of crap that don't deserve their paychecks. We just wanted to make them work." Galilee explained simply, crossing her arms and shrugging her shoulders again, more or less not caring about what happened.
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Post by •Mouse• on Jun 12, 2007 15:12:21 GMT -5
" Stop the idle chit-chatting, please. I'm busy tormenting." Maeve grumbled to the girl who had walked into the wrong cafe at the wrong time. Her deep green eyes seemed void of all feeling as she stepped on, over and of course through people. Some had even disintigrated from the touch of her feet and left a wake of ash dancing around behind her. It didn't seem to phase young Ms. Sadima. Stopping she looked upon a person flopping about like a fish out of water.
" Knock it off." A swift kick sent the person flying back a few feet. But, upon landing the burst into ash and faded from existance. A tongue snuck out of her lips and ran across the left corner happily licking away whatever might be there. Blood, Brains, Guts, it wouldn't have mattered. Maeve's mind had drifted away from reality, lost in thoughts of killing and destruction she wanted nothing but to her people screaming. Finally, she came upon Galilee, Chesna and Dementia. She stood, her back to them for a second, taking in the damage down to the ruined cafe.
" And this, my dears," Came the soft, violent whisper. " is why I earned myself Ruin and Breakdown as names." Smirked the girl. She hadn't been speaking to anyone in particular, just herself really. And turnng back, those cold deep eyes looked at the door. She wanted to turn it to wood chips, ash, cause it cave in on itself. The door didn't even have to do anything, she wanted it gone and that was that.
" I don't care what we do next." It was a simple, calm and basic reply to Dementia's prior question.
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Post by Katsumi on Jun 12, 2007 15:35:50 GMT -5
Chesna shrugged. She didn't have an opinion either way on what they did next. All she knew was that they had done the extent of what the could without killing any one, and death wasn't really their aim. Just torment and cruelty. She was pretty much ignoring this new girl who had joined the mix: her stupid question about what had happened bothered Chesna. Wasn't it obvious? Glancing around at the others, Chesna was happy that they seemed pleased with what they had done. It was a beautiful mess, really, what with the writhing people and screams of fear and pain. Chesna was saddened by the fact that she couldn't have done more, but she wasn't one to purposely harm people. Besides, her service had been fine. She couldn't help but think of it as ironic that she had received the best service, but it was her idea to trash the cafe in the first place. Yes, a beautiful mess indeed.
Taking the last few steps over to Galilee, Chesna's arm wrapped around her waist and she placed a kiss on her cheek again, wanting her to calm down a bit. "You're so cute when you're causing mass chaos, you know that?" she whispered in her ear, a smile spreading her lips. Of course, Galilee was always cute, and Chesna was always willing to remind her of it. Looking around, first at Maeve and then at Dementia, avoiding the new girl, Chesna's smile widened. Even the entry way, with the smashed window and nearly broken hinges, looked terrible.
"I really don't mind where we go. Preferably some where that has decent people employed..." she said, the last part being louder than the rest of her statement. She glanced over her shoulder at the mangled staff. She was half tempted to spit on them, but she resisted the urge.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 12, 2007 15:57:18 GMT -5
Oshaya lifted her hand, staring down at her even filed nails. They looked perfect, but Oshaya needed something to do, and to aim her attention to. Looking at the horrid mess was just wierd. It seemed that the girls didn't have anything at all better to do than to cause destruction and mayhem in another's life. Well, back at home, isn't that what Oshaya had done? Yes, but not in such a graphic way. Maybe a few pranks or so to embarrass people beyond belief, but nothing like this.
"I'm glad to see you four proud of this mess. Karma's a bitch." Oshaya continued to stare down at her nails, not looking at either of the girls. Quite frankly, she was disgusted. Casuing death and such to random people was just out of the question. Humiliation, maybe was okay. But nothing like this. A smidgit of humility and shame might do all of them good. "But obviously karma has bitten you guys in the butt one too many times, because judging by this outrage, it's made you terribly mad." Her eyes scanned the area once more. She had brushed off the smart retorts that the girls had thrown at her, for she wasn't an over-reactor when it came to sarcasm. "Oh and, whatever you do, don't destroy the next place, for us who do indeed enjoy food, we need somewhere to eat." And with that said, Oshaya turned swiftly on her heels. She was prepared for any surprise attack that the four may have wanted to spring on her, for they didn't look like the ones who wanted to be scolded by a fifteen year older.
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Post by Deon on Jun 12, 2007 18:30:17 GMT -5
"You see, darling," Dementia murmured, her voice poisonously sweet as she returned the retorts of the new girl. She had previously ignored her presence, but it warranted some kind of notice. She needed to be put in her place. Dementia slid behind her, placing one cold hand on her shoulder. She could probably see the bones that were slowly sliding out from the skin to protrude gruesomely through the corner of her eye. "you obviously don't understand what's going on here." A peal of mirthless laughter escaped her slightly opened lips. "We are karma. The very epitome of it. We're setting things right in the world, don't you see? I'm sure my friends will back me up on this. These people deserved what they got. We're helping to rid the world of the inferior. You know what I mean," Dementia leaned in to threateningly whisper into the girl's ear. "The kind of weaklings who just don't understand the way life works or how to do a good job." She pushed herself away, her voice returning to a contradictory mix of violent playfulness. "You would probably know how that works, wouldn't you?" she accused with a sneer.
It seemed that they had done enough here. The other girls seemed to think so, too, but really didn't offer anything in the ways of choosing where to go or what to do next. "Well, we should be off to spread our karmic justice then, shouldn't we? Why don't we see what's going on at the Fountain or something?" she suggested. "Or of course, we could ruin another one of this girl's beloved food establishments. But wait! Better not! The idiots too weak to stand up to us have to have somewhere to eat!" Dementia's voice was just dripping in sarcasm. She spoke loud enough to make sure Oshaya's retreating figure could hear. "Ask us if we care. Go on. Ask. Just for kicks. Don't be shy. We don't bite." She bared rows of white teeth as she spoke. "Of course, we do stab, tear, and slice," she added in the tone of an inconsequential afterthought.
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Post by Krispey on Jun 12, 2007 18:51:22 GMT -5
ooc:I REALLY NEED TO GO OUT OF ORDER
Oshaya didn't bother to give the girl who had...TOUCHED her without even knowing her, the respect that she probably THOUGHT she deserved. No one got Oshaya's respect, only the ones who had earned it and such. But this little thing here didn't deserve one ounce of oshaya's respect, and she didn't have the rights to even touch Oshaya. Thus, leaving Oshaya to shrug her shoulders, knocking the hand off of her shoulder. Oshaya took in what the girl was saying "We're setting things right in the world, don't you see? I'm sure my-". Oshaya cut her off here. "Mhm, yeah, okay, so now that you just know that you're karma, you're just out to destroy the world, and oh, leme guess, you're ready to take it over, and brainwash all the inferior wittle nitwits walking around?" Oshaya spoke in a sarcastic baby voice, "Okay, well call me and tell me how that goes." Oshaya continued to walk away, and then stopped, not turning to face the girl. She was used to girls like her, thinking she was the badest of them all. "I must applaud you, you have taken on that cliche' role of the "mean girl" that happens to have a slot in every city or school. I would have thought even something like you would've accomplished more." Then, she continued on her way once more, not stopping to waste her time on some pointless cliche'.
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Post by bandit on Jun 12, 2007 19:00:41 GMT -5
Galilee rolled her eyes, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest, something she did rather often, though more when she was annoyed. "I think she's being a little melodramatic, whatever her name is." she said, not wasting her time to find out what it was. And she was talking to Chesna, though she wasn't looking her; she was watching Oshaya and Dementia. "But Dementia is ten times whatever this piece of crap could be." the once again shrugged, closing her eyes as she did so. Of course, she spoke so low that it was only possible for Chesna to hear, unless maybe the girl had enhanced senses, though she doubted it.
"And thank you, my darling." Galilee purred happily at the girl's comment, leaning down and kissing her cheek before turning to Maeve, who seemed to still be completely focused on destroying the building, though it was already destroyed. Now the girl just looked like she was drifting off into dreamland, something that reminded her a lot of Caynce. Rubbing her eye with her closed fist, she turned to Chesna again, her head tipping slightly to the side. "I think we should either go to the Mall or the Danger Room." she said, now acting as though they were the only two left in the...ruined Cafe.
{{Argh, short. I hate it, I HATE IT}}
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