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RE His Music, Her Bullets Serene x gainz What the fuck did you just say to me?? Danny shoved her arm out of his path so he could get up close and personal in her space. He overshadowed Alexa but lowered his head so she could see his challenging gaze. Uncle Maddy tried pulling his hot-headed nephew away but to no avail. Danny finally had enough of Maddy's hands yanking on his shoulders so he shoved him as far back as the room would allow. You're so confident, shorty. Go ahead, show me what you got! There's no way this girl could take out a guy his size or any guy for that matter. He was about to prove that Maddy was just wasting their time and money. That tween comment really rubbed him the wrong way, though. First of all, there were four of them, two guys and two girls and they all took him by surprise. Second, they were around his age. Third, Danny could've sworn they were all on drugs. Now, I normally don't hit girls but since you dress like a tom boy, I'll make an exception. You can even have the first hit, doll.
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RE His Music, Her Bullets Serene x gainz That was it. Alexa regarded him with a fiery expression, and leaned in just a little bit closer. If you insist, she replied, her voice masked in innocence. Her right arm shot out in a fraction of a second, and her hand clasped around his left wrist. She yanked down, so his shoulders would lower. As his torso came down, she was in instant motion. She moved behind him, twisting his arm quickly behind his back. With it secured, she slammed him chest-first into the wall by the door. One of her hands secured his left arm behind his back. With her free arm, she pressed her elbow between his shoulder blades and leaned her weight into it. In a matter of seconds, the great Danny Madero was trapped with his face pressed a hotel wall. Arielle lifted her chin a bit higher and spoke easily. Thanks for letting me have the first hit, she said sweetly. But next time you cross my abilities, you can definitely expect worse than this, She tossed her hair over a shoulder and released his arm, then took a step back. If he retaliated, she would be ready. But she didn't think he would. Either way, she could handle him. Propping a hand on her hip, she called over her shoulder to Maddy. Hey, you okay, Mr. Madero? Rockstars. Bad news.
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RE His Music, Her Bullets Serene x gainz Danny tried to pull free from her grip but it was like a python and if he struggled too much, the bone in his arm would snap. He cursed out loud and then yelled out in pain as her sharp elbow dug into his muscle. He had broken a sweat but didn't even land a blow unlike Alexa who wasn't even out of breath. When the pressure on his arm eased up, he huffed and gave the girl a nasty look but didn't dare challenge her again. It was embarrassing enough getting punked by a smurf. He shook his head and threw his hands up, Man whatever. Get out of my room. Both of ya. Danny groaned and buried himself back into the bed. He had a concert to get ready for in a couple of hours. Maddy looked at his nephew, then at Alexa before sighing deeply. As they both exited, he felt the need to explain a few more things to her about Danny. You were pretty good back there. I knew I made the right choice but listen...my nephew...is very immature. He just wants glory days that he can look back on. And often, he likes to sneak away at night and since we're in New Orleans, I can already sense him being drunk on Bourbon St. Can I count on you to be patient with him and stand by his side? Maddy pulled out his wallet and gave her everything in there. 312 total. Try to make sure he doesn't embarrass himself too.
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RE His Music, Her Bullets Serene x gainz Alexa's eyes widen as Maddy handed her the cash. A twinge of sympathy rose up within her. It seemed clear that Christian Madero cared about his nephew...and his nephew's public appearance. But Danny seemed to not give a shit. Alexa looked over at Maddy and nodded her head. I'll make sure he stays out of trouble. And yes, you can count on me, she sighed. I've handled a few stars over the years, and there's a really clear pattern. I can handle it. Thank you again for this opportunity, Mr. Madero. Like I said, I'm good at my job. I'll keep him safe. Safe and unembarrassed, She added the last part with a small laugh. Crossing her arms, she glanced back at the older man. So, for now, do you want me to wait for Danny out here? Or should I go and wait for him backstage? I could help set up, and whatnot. Despite her irritation at Danny, she didn't mind his uncle. Reminded her of her father.
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RE His Music, Her Bullets Serene x gainz If Alexa watches the news often, she would know she's in for a kick when it came to Danny Madero. To keep the 26 year old safe and unembarrassed was easier said then done. Even though none of the others before Alexa had succeeded in keeping him from embarrassing himself on live television, Maddy had great faith in this one. Her smile and laugh were contagious, Maddy followed in with his own. She's a good kid. Why don't ya help out backstage? You can meet the crew and get a good layout of the building that way. Christian lead the way through the halls and moved pretty swiftly for a man his size. Like his nephew, Maddy was tall and dark haired, blue eyed, and had way more tattoos on his thick build. He wears his old years well a few wrinkles and a little gray here and there. You've been assigned to a few other stars, right? So I guess you're over all of this. The whole, money, fame, and glamour crap. I'll never be used to it. That used to be me on stage. Had my fun, then drank my voice away before I could really get started... Once they reached the official back stage, Maddy clapped his large hands together and rubbed them to generate heat, Alright! Guys, this is Alexa! She's the new muscle around here. If you don't want to get knocked on your ass by her or me, don't give her any shit. Now I gotta go get Danny ready, so someone give her a job to do. Maddy gave Alexa a nudge forward, You'll be fine. Thanks, kid. And with that, he left her to the crew of four. All males. One bus. A man named Mason approached her first. He came off as the guy that hated everyone and everything except music. I heard you tackled Danny. Nice. he flipped his black hair out of his face to reveal a decent looking smile, See those buttons on that wall? They activate all the strobe lights and lasers and fireworks and shit. Label them 15-1 with um, this. he handed her a black sharpie with his pocket. 15, 14, 13, you get it. Then use that same marker and write kinda everywhere on the walls that Danny Madero sucks ass.
Thread: Magic School

Magic school This school is hidden from the ordinary foke what pass by it on a day to day basics. Thinking it's an ordany white house house with 3 floors and no garden they never ever give it a second look as they get on with there own lives. But to those with magic in there blood the house is achally a tall iron gate, throw the grounds is a school where nothing is out of bounds. You name it. It will be found some where hidden within the magical enchanted school. With no rules in the school apart from not killing anyone or stealing anything. It makes the experience more fun and relaxed. Most prefer going to school rather than being at home. How may survive to they graduate is never known as many drop out due to bullying. Mainly the ones what are used as a targets to home there magical skills. Some have there own rooms within the school others come and go as there lessons have finished depending on how far they are from the school.
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RE WIP Rules. All characters have to have a power. No more than two at any given time. Respect one another. No joining if your decently leaving after a few days. It stops the flow of things. Let us know when characters are up or if any changes have been made Links Character profiles Chatter
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So, is this still going on? I think I'll throw in a character for later just in case.
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Thread: Criminal Minds: Dead Like Them (randomname/Madam Mim)

SSA Hotchner stared into his coffee. His eyes felt so heavy. He hadn't slept much on the plane and though it was 6 am back home here in Seattle the clocks all read 3, which only made him want to crawl back into bed all the more. Most of the rest of the team looked similarly tired and downtrodden, but without complaint JJ pulled the files from her bag and spread them on the table. They were summarily ignored in favor of the menus. Banana Bonanza sounds good, JJ commented, pointing to the picture before looking over to Brennan. Wanna split it with me? It looks too rich to eat on my own. Eggs and toast, man, Morgan mumbled groggily. Too early for that sugary crap. Across the diner, a girl called George was leaning against the wall of the booth, nursing a cup of coffee and a plate of sausages. Poor Kiffany had looked exhausted to be at work at three in the morning, and George could sympathize. She lifted her head, however, when the bell above the door tinkled and Rube walked in. She sat up as he joined her at the booth. You couldn't sleep either? she asked tiredly. Daisy keeps hogging the bed. She sleeps spread eagle! We really have to find her somewhere else to live. Two years, Rube. I haven't had a good night's sleep in two years. George started to continue her rant, but the look on Rube's face quickly quieted her. What? she asked, concerned and curious. What's happened?
Thread: Criminal Minds: Dead Like Them (randomname/Madam Mim)

A light breeze brushed across Brennan's skin. The table where the team sat was dangerously close to the front door. Every time the door opened, the breeze rushed across his exposed skin on his arms and made him shiver. The rain was padding outside along with a gentle wind to give a calming feeling when there was a vicious killer on the loose. It was nice to eat together as a team, though. They often had to pull up chairs around a few chains of tables but this nice diner had some round table for them all to crowd into booths. Brennan's stomach grumbled when JJ pointed out the Banana Bonanza to him and waited for his response. A light laugh left his lips when Morgan gave a recommendation of his own. Sure, let's split it. I don't know why but it sounds like some weird game show where the contestants fight with bananas. It was a strange name indeed but it looked delicious. Across the table, Dr. Spencer Reid was sitting as his eyes glanced around his team. Dr. Reid decided on Morgan's recommendation for Brennan, ordering just a couple scrambled eggs and toast. Unbeknownst to him, his plate would cost more because eggs had a sudden skyrocket in price but it was too early to worry about the money. Even on their worst days in office, Dr. Reid was normally asleep at this time, they all were. He was rather quiet though, not giving any quirky comments or statistics or rants about anything like he normally would. As stated before, he was exhausted. The only thing interesting seemed to be some girl on the other side of the diner. Words couldn't explain it though because it was a bittersweet attraction. On one hand, his imagination quivered, wanting to speak with her. On the other hand, he felt an awful dread accompanied with that booth, though didn't think anything about it. After placing orders, Brennan kept one hand on JJ's knee, gently stroking her through the material of her pants. His fingers opened the files presented from his wife to start looking. The married couple were most awake of all the team, primarily because it's been years since they had sleep, even when they were off.
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Ugh. The young doctor grumbled. The British soldiers in World War II were the first noted group that developed a method for staying up for long periods of time. Thirty-six hours... they would get visors that were bright and it simulated the sun rising. That kept them awake for such a long time in the war... maybe we should do the same. After giving this useless statistic, Spencer dropped back into his half-slumber as they waited. Not only was it too early in the morning, but the service was painfully slow. Five minutes and it seemed the toast wasn't even ready. There were no more than three tables occupied in the entire diner but the workers seemed to just stand around, putting everyone to sleep. The faint noises of a car passing by outside every so often could be heard along with quiet murmurs around them, but nothing more than this could be heard. After hearing Spencer's comment, Morgan simply shook his head. The Boy Wonder never fails, does he? Not even with lack of sleep. I would hate to see you when following that method. What kind of statistic could you give again? Morgan inquired and continue to shake his his head in amusement. While the two men across the table had their conversation, Brennan was in his own little world with JJ. While his eyes were glancing through the case facts and evidence, his hand still rubbed up and down her knee. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A serial killer was mutilating bodies and hanging the at the crime scenes as some sort of show it seemed. He didn't need to see the visuals before his Banana Bonanza arrived. He preferred that visual instead. Closing the manila folder, he shifted his focus to his wife. How do you continue to look so gorgeous after only a few hours of sleep? He whispered, a coy smile spreading on his face. He never failed to show her affection and love in public or in private. A gentle kiss was pressed to her cheek and he exhaled a happy little breath. Prentiss and Rossi just exchanged glances and grinned. The team was used to these actions now because it had been seven years that they were married. Their work performance never suffered and it was nice to see happiness early in the morning like this. It seemed to be one of the only relationships that had success within the members of their line of work, but it really was reassuring to see.
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JJ couldn't help but smile when Reid rattled of his useless fact. He really never did fail. Her smile grew wider as Brennan whispered in her ear and she leaned her head against his. In truth she was incredibly tired, but with the way he made her feel it didn't really matter as much. She flipped her own folder shut, tired of looking at the pictures and wondering why it had taken four bodies for somebody to call them in. Same way you do, I-- JJ cut herself off and snapped her head up. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly for a few moments before she scooted her way out of the booth and to the door. Gideon? She jogged a few steps in the rain as Gideon glanced over his shoulder before picking up the pace. She wanted to call after him...but he was gone. Already disappeared into the early morning. Frowning and damp, she trudged back into the diner and slid into her seat. She looked around at the others with a significant look, confused and hurt. Guys...I think I just saw Gideon. There was a pounding at the door. It's just a dream. More pounding. Then the doorbell. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 327 am. Why? Groaning, she rolled out of bed and pulled on a nightgown before answering the door. She could barely lift her groggy expression into a surprised one. Rube? Evangeline blinked at him blearily. I gotta talk. Rube pushed his way past her and made himself comfortable in her living room, kicking off his shoes at the door. Come on in, she mumbled before closing the door. Tea? No thanks. He looked up at her through the kitchen passthrough as she shuffled around, making some for herself. I got my last name. This was enough to startle her out of her sleepy stupor for a moment. Your last name? Your lights? That's wonderful news! No it isn't. It isn't? S. Reid. Her expression fell. S. Reid? That S. Reid, the one from Quanitco? Rube nodded. She sat down as the kettle warmed up. I'm so sorry, Rube. But why are you here? See how it happens! Use your Gift! Tell me a way to stop it! Evangeline sighed and shook her head. You know that's not how it works, Rube. I can't just do it like that. Well at least use it to protect him? It was a very long morning for everyone. In the night there had been another murder, to which Morgan and Reid had been sent. The officer on scene had briefed them while civilians looked on behind the police tape. Morgan glanced up several times, frowning each time. Hey Pretty Boy, looks like you got a fan there, he pointed out quietly, nodding slightly. Been staring at you for about twenty minutes now.
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When JJ snapped her head up and just ran out the diner, Brennan was quick to follow her. Just as always, he tried to keep her in the sights. After reading what this new case was about, he didn't want her running out on the streets alone at three-thirty in the morning. Gideon? He asked while he followed behind of her through the rain. It started to become heavier by the moment and the sound of the rain hitting the ground. Where? I didn't see him... He asked quietly and just shook his head, leading her back inside to the diner. --- While Derek Morgan and Dr. Spencer Reid were on the crime scene, the remainder of the team was settling in at the local police station where the lead investigator that called them in, Alex Whitlow, was talking to them. The man was short and stocky with a deep, gruff voice. He spoke very little and only said what he had to say. His assistant, Tina, showed the BAU team the conference room that was cleared for them. It was a room that was presented with four white walls that were very bland and non decorative. Outside, the hustling and bustling of the officers were unruly and loud, trying to gather whatever information they can. Whomever this unknown subject was, he or she did not discriminate. With the five victims, there was no consistency of race, gender, or location. There seemed to be no connections between the victims but there had to be some. Victimology was the most important thing in the early part of an investigation. As always, a few officers were disgruntled that the team was here, railroading the investigation as they said, though that wasn't true. However, the officers that were happy for their assistance, were upset that this team full of expectations were sitting in an office talking. Minutes passed and while no connections were made, the team was split up. Prentiss and Hotch would be going to visit the family of the third victim to talk and see if they can gather any information. Rossi was going to visit a couple of the crime scenes while Brennan and JJ would visit the parents of the fourth victim, a white woman aged twenty-eight, Lisa Craig. The address was about twenty minutes away and every second was important, so they were all quickly on the way to do their duty. Like always, Brennan and JJ received some strange glances, seeing the agents holding hands as they walked. No one understood, but no one needed to understand. At the crime scene, Dr. Reid was more focused on the crime scene than anything else. The smell was gut-wrenching as body parts were hanging from the front porch. It made him sick to smell and see it, and it made him feel even worse that civilians would be there watching. When Morgan commented on a fan, he glanced over and made eye contact with her for a brief moment. Well, we have a job to do. Not sure why anyone would be a fan though. Maybe she's really looking at you. We're right beside of each other and it all depends on your perspective. He rambled, slowly approaching the porch, not giving the woman another thought for the moment, though that would surely change later.
Thread: Criminal Minds: Dead Like Them (randomname/Madam Mim)

During the drive towards the latest victim's parents' house, Brennan thought about the case carefully. Perhaps the killer did change the victimology on purpose. Law Enforcement did sound reasonable but he didn't know. How many branches of law enforcement or any kind of knowledge with the term of victimology? He didn't have any clue at all but that would require research. He didn't know if was law enforcement or not, it was simply a theory. Brennan apologized to the family for the loss of their child though there was no way he could make anything better. The way their daughter was killed was just terrible and he doesn't know how they can cope with it. Parents shouldn't bury their children, it's just not right. After talking with the parents about Lisa, JJ and Brennan found out that she was a writer for a local newspaper. She handled the section for cooking and recipes. It was hard to fathom someone killing her about recipes. So far the victims seemed random but killings like this had to have a connection, he assumed. A few more questions about her daughter's life and JJ and Brennan were done. They were back on the road, going to the local police station again. All the other interviews turned out the same results and they were nowhere. --- Spencer noticed the sudden change in Morgan's voice when he spoke about Gideon. He raised his eyebrow and looked at the crowd and didn't see him. It was crazy how calm this woman seemed when questioned by Morgan. Spencer couldn't have done this. Hell, he could barely talk to a woman that looked so pretty. Plus, she had been eyeing him, just like Morgan told him. An appointment? He murmured and looked down at her as she walked away. Shaking his head, he sighed as they returned to the crime scene. I don't know if this is a woman or not. Do you think it's her? She's not really implanting herself in the investigation... though maybe she could be admiring her work? I don't know. He murmured and threw his hands up in the air. Inspecting the scene, he saw the four limbs, hanging from each post on the front porch. It was totally disgusting and sick. Truly, Spencer needed something to distract himself too so he started to talk. Well, maybe if she is our unsub, we can take her in and I can interrogate her... find out why she is such a big fan. he said with a little chuckle, hoping it would ease his mood too. God... how could anyone be possible of this? He finally murmured while taking a look. It all continued inside the house as well, blood all over the walls and other intestines and guts decorated everywhere. However... there was a small problem. Morgan... where's the head? He whispered, realizing that was the only missing body part.