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Ian opened his eyes when he heard the whine from Carst. He rolled his head to the side, not minding the tree bark temporarily marking his skin through his short hair. Only a bird, which the mix still had his head and ears perked up towards, overly excited in a way the Ginger found adorable. He absently scratched Carst's head with his left hand while looking back at what he had been writing before he spaced out for -he checked his watch- fourteen minutes this time. It wasn't hard, more peaceful despite whatever he played out in his mind. The space-out had brought up a chain of ideas to add to the beginning.

Skipping to the next empty page, he wrote out in small scrawl a theory of finding the five girls. The first one-shot about a seventeen year old with raven black hair slightly curled then flowing to her mid-upper arms. He would find her in high school, which he brought up to Louis that he should remain attending in the case of knowing one of the five from classes and/or halls. Another three he wrote out as friends, in various stages through college. Louis crashes the party as he tends to do in Ian's stories, and ends up sitting around a coffee table with them, asking them about certain tells. The fifth is an enemy to the one Ian met in high school, both having the impression that the other spread rumors that some guy probably actually spread. Explaining everything to all of them-

Ian had to stop writing as his hand struggled to keep going. He clenched his fingers repeatedly again,straining his wrist. It was the most annoying part of not having an always-available computer to do this. With a frustrated sigh he stood up and called Carst to walk with him while he adjusted the notebook and pencil into one hand. He walked in random direction, knowing it was barely halfway through Saturday and enjoying the adorably annoying people walking around.

OOC
I got a little into unnecessary detail with the story he wrote. Sorry.

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[size=20pt] ☼jordan tamiee camry emery☼ [/size]

I felt both sides of my bed dip as two people stepped onto my bed as I was tangled in my blankets and pillows. I heard a little girl whisper a countdown from 3 before I felt myself being bounced. I tried to ignore the movement so I could continue to sleep until my face hit the cold wooden floor. I let out a yelp from pain, rubbing my now throbbing face which my forehead was now red. I lifted my head from the ground, pushing back my hair so I could glare at my two siblings who were just standing on my bed with wide eyes. "I.am.going.murder.both.of.you," I seethed as I jumped to my feet and ran towards the two were still watching me. I reached out towards smith but both of them scrambled out of my room and down the ladder leading towards the hallway. I pushed myself down through the little door and landed on my hands, knees and feet luckily. I spotted them running down the set of stairs that also led to the dinning room. I hopped onto the railing so I could slide down quickly and I leaped onto my brothers back causing him to fall on the ground. I grabbed my little sister by the waist pulling her towards us and I growled," do not. and I repeat. do not. interrupt my sleep." Both of them nodded the heads quickly before Smith breathed," get off me. your crushing me with your supreme weight." I gave him a good whack in the head and I placed my sister onto the ground softly.

I noticed a stream plate of freshly cooked waffles and sunny side up eggs with hashbrown and bacon on the side. I snatched the plate as soon as I laid eyes on it and I screamed," I call the tv!" but as I entered the living room, I found my mum watching her soap opera in her native language. My mum's native language was tagalog from the islands of the Philippines, English was her second language. My dad was Caucasian/ European. "kumusta ina(hello mum)," I spoke fluently to my mother as I gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek, causing her to laugh. I plopped down next to her as I watched the screen with a confused look on my face. Apparently the show was about a billionare man who fell in love with his childrens Nanny but he was still married to another lady. "can we just watch something else that makes sense, ina?" I whinned as I pointed my bacon at the screen before taking a bite of it. "we all know at the end, the nanny and the billionare are going to end up together so whats the point of watching it?" I said pouting as my mum pulled the remote away from me. "pastilan oi(oh my goodness)," my mum said as she chucked the remote at me. As I flipped through the channels my mum reminded me," don't forget to pack up soon. your place should be almost ready." I frowned at the thought of leaving this house but at the same time I was very overwhelmed.

Louis Tomlinson

I sat there on the couch of the old apartment, watching the flames burn the old dry wood. I watched the little sparks fly out of the fireplace and land onto the wooden floor. The orange and red of the flame was reflecting the color off my eyes causing them to look scary. I drummed my fingers against the steel table next to the couch and I stood up when I thought I heard a knock. I waited for a few seconds until I made sure no one was there and I made my way to my little library that was behind a an antique cabinet. I walked towards the set of books on my desk which had stories of powers that I was looking for. I pulled the book that was at the top of the pile and I opened it as I walked towards the huge map on the plain wall. I had thumbtacks and strings on almost every simple space on the map of Chicago. I pulled a pen out of the desk and placed it in between my teeth as I stared at the map, trying to figure out the next location that I would check. I whipped my face with my blood red cotton shirt as I felt sweat on my forehead and nose. I ran my fingers through my hair as I let out a sigh of frustration. "where is everyone?" I murmured quietly as I noticed the apartment wasn't infested by the members. I threw my pen against the wall as I stormed out of the room, why I need to find the source if the books where true but how. I searched almost every place in Chicago but it seems like I haven't been having the greatest luck. I grabbed a can from the fridge and opened it in seconds before chugging it down. I smashed the can after I finished it and threw it into the recycling bag, which was next to the trash. I grabbed my very dark red hoodie zipper which was hanging on my coat hanger and I pulled it on before making my way out of my apartment.

^{argh. sorry if these are bad. >_<}

Isabella Wilson

Ian finally decided where to go after getting bored from walking. He hasn't slept in maybe four days and the couch in the Ember's apartment seemed nice. Carst soon left somewhere around an alley. A few random guys he passed asked him some random nasty questions and he just flipped them off. When he got up the stairs to the apartment he passed Louis just outside, who he merely nodded to in acknowledgment.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and jumped onto the couch, gulping down a bit of the can. Falling asleep should have been easier than he found it to be. There was a plethora of other things he wanted to think about while still wanting to sleep. He chose to single in on dating, partially on how impossible that would be in this situation. Or how impossible it seemed. Fortunately that useless rambling inside his head let him fall asleep a little easier.

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I stopped on the show American Horror story and I placed my legs on my mum's lap as I continued to eat my food. After a few minutes of eating I placed my plate on the coffee table in front of me and I placed my hands on my stomach satisfied. "Jordan, you have work in a bit at Lavazzo," My mum said as she glanced at the clock on her kindle fire. My dad came out of his little office with stacks of paper and his pure leaf unsweetened tea. His strawberry blonde hair was messy like every morning when he comes out of his office due to stress. "I'm heading off to work. the land lord thinks he owns my hotel so he is ordering people around. He also taxed me 1,238 dollars so I have to bring my owner ship paper to him," my dad spoke after kissing the top of our heads. "aw. okay. rememeber volleyball tonight, papas fritas," I reminded my dad, listening to him laugh at the nickname I gave him.

"I wont forget, piglet," He said messing up my hair a bit before I whacked his hand away and he bid us goodbye. I waited until I heard the engine of his truck drive away and I jumped off my mum, rushing to the storage room to grab the cardboard boxes. I was pulling them up when I felt my mum catch my wrist so I don't trip over the stairs without seeing. "kung bakit ay malamig na ang iyong balat, ang aking anak? (why is your skin cold, my child?)" my mum said after she flinched away from me. I gave my mum a confused look before continuing making my way up to my room. I placed the boxes down before labeling each box so I know which one is which.

Louis Tomlinson

loooooooooooooooooow muse for Louis. so one paragraph sorreh.

I walked down the metal stairs, watching people walk on the side walk underneath me. I hummed a simple four note tune, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs. I was headed towards Ipsento Coffee Roasters, which was one of my favorite coffee shops to go to. I kept my eye out for anything that might look suspicious, glancing at people who were either chatting with their friends or rushing towards places they needed to go. I finally arrived at the shop, making me smile at the thought of their coffee and I ordered my honey coffee and a hand turkey sandwich. I stood by the window waiting for my order to be finished and I continued to watch people pass by, probably looking like a creep.