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  • I see things that nobody else sees (p)

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    Standing in a group, shivering as he'd been all but dragged out for questioning the lanky foreigner was not impressed. There had been another murder, and once again the cops had come to bust the show's balls about it. What was different was this time it was one of their own. Donovan Belle. Not that he cared too much for the worker, not only was he loud and obnoxious at least in Nikki's opinion he had a penchant for gossip. And while he wasn't all that cut up about it, Nikolai didn't want the man dead which was something the cop couldn't seem to understand as he was asked yet another question. "So you haven't seen Mr. Fleur for the past three days?" Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans Nikolai nodded. "Yes. He stopped to ask me if I'd seen his niece. She was with her friends. The twins." Dead, vacant hazel eyes easily stared the young man down as he nodded, jotting it down on the paper. "And did he seem upset? Worried? Say anything to indicate he was being threatened." It was Ezra's rule that he was supposed to be polite to the outsiders so he just shrugged. "No. He was loud and... vivacious as ever."


    Keeping his answers short and sweet the shape-shifter cleared his throat, trying to rid it of it's thick Northern English accent. At least make it easier to understand as the cop was looking at him as if he were speaking Latin. "So there's nothing at all out of the ordinary you've noticed?" Fidgeting, running a hand through thick, shaggy caramel hair he shook his head. "It's out of the ordinary to have so many people dying but the police really only questioning us. But other than that, no." Watching as the cop's face flushed a dark, angry crimson the lanky man figured he was in for a lecture as beside him Guinevere stiffened a giggle. Her, her brother and Nikki all lived near each other so when they'd been roused from their slumber the two policemen had grouped them and began interrogating them as a group. "Well we think it's a bit out of the ordinary that all the murders have happened around here. With you freaks so close by." His tone of voice was less than pleasant and Niko found himself gritting his teeth.


    "But don't you think that they're only found near here because of the woods? I watch enough Criminal minds to know that it's a good place to dump a body." Sweet Gwen was intervening, her thick brogue filled with an honest suggestion though the cops saw it as less. "Are you saying you know something about the murders mam? After all Donovan was a regular human, and we have down here you're just a ticket seller." Of course this irked Lysander who wrapped a protective hand around Gwen's slender forearm. "My sister was just trying to help." He wasn't much acknowledged as they continued to glare at Guinevere. "Oh no! Sorry I was just trying to clarify what Niko might of meant. Just that it wouldn't be odd for a person to think this is a great dumping ground and pin it on the show." She scrambled over herself to try to explain herself though Nikolai didn't think it boded well by the way the two officers shared a look of disbelief and scribbled something down in their notepads. "You don't know much about show life, but we're all family here. If someone from our group has been murdered than it's possible we're in trouble. That we're not the bad guys."


    Trying to once more reason with the biased, pig-headed cops Niko spoke up his voice cold and flat. "Well son I doubt that very much." Bristling, biting back a scoff of disgust he said nothing standing rather stoically. Of course. These people weren't here for justice they were here to decide which freak they could pin the murders on. Well he wouldn't help them cart off some innocent soul just to satiate the bloodthirsty locals. Because no one from this hick town could possibly have enough hatred to murder people. Sarcasm, Nikolai would bet that anyone from town had the means and willingness to murder and frame the show. Hell, he wouldn't even be surprised if it was these cops. He still didn't exactly trust American law enforcement or government. We find it very odd that no one knows anything." One cop remarked offhandedly while Nikolai wanted to let out a bitter chortle. Of course no one knew anything. They were just trying to be apart of normal society and live their lives in peace without the cops busting down their doors whenever something happened.


    "Well since none of us know anything can we go? I would like to get ready for the day. We still have work." Nikki gritted out, his lips forcing themselves into a thin smile. God he hated the cops around here. "I suppose so. But we'll be back to ask more questions as we discover more about the murders." The cops warned, waving the trio off and making their way to the next trailer. "Well aren't they just a rotten bunch." Gwen remarked under her breath, crossing her arms with a soft huff. "You need to be careful about what you say to them. They'll twist your words." Niko warned, his brows knitted together as they remained in their small group, talking under their breaths. "I was only trying to help." Gwen countered back, placing an indignant hand on her hip. "Poor Donny though... He was a sweet guy. Always helped me sell tickets when he had the time." There was a genuine sorrow in her voice, and Nikolai wondered how she was able to be so genuine and kind. "Take some time Gwen. Go listen to your Stevie Nicks." The brunette directed, gently patting her shoulder.


    She was like a younger sister to him, and Lysander nodded. "I'll go sit with ye' Gwen. I'd like it if you remained with someone at all times. Preferably me or 'Niko." She blinked, though realizing there was no point of arguing nodded. "Alright boys... Go on an' babysit me. Not likely the killer will be coming for my head next." There was a note of childish petulance to her voice, though it was better to have her upset than dead. Rubbing his arms against the slight chill Niko heaved a sigh off his chest as the twins made their way back to their own trailer his eyes falling upon a slight brunette by the name of Gunner if he was correct, being harassed by the cops that had been giving him a hard time not a few minutes ago. Quietly he watched as she squirmed while being questioned, and if he didn't know her through Demetri that that was just how she was, Niko would of wondered if she knew something. He was too tired to go see if she was okay. He'd likely be running into her at some point today, he could ask then. For now he wanted to see what the hell was going on.


    Which meant he could either find Ezra, of whom he wasn't too terribly fond, or he could try to find Anna whom he at least respected. It wasn't like if Ezra didn't have a problem with him, Niko wouldn't be nice. it was more like whenever something went wrong around the show it was "Nikolai, where were you when the lights cut out. Niko, where were you when the keys to the ticket booth were taken." Petty things that Nikolai clearly had no interest in doing. If he was going to cause trouble it'd be something much more imaginative than turning the electricity off or lifting a pair of keys. Niko was kind of convinced that Ezra was at least a little intimidated by him. After all, every guy with tattoos must mean bad news right? Shaking his head as he set off to Anna's trailer, he was relieved that the cops were either too busy questioning the fellow freaks and workers of the show, or just ignored him. On his way to Anna's trailer he noted a very pregnant looking Sia running to catch up to the cops which was quizzical to him. He always tried to avoid the law enforcement around here.


    Without faltering he finally made it to Anna's trailer and raising a pale, colorfully inked hand up to the door knocked quietly and slowly so to let her know it wasn't a cop. However, for the next two minutes he heard nothing and knocking again, a little louder this time waited another four minutes. Nothing. No movement and figuring she was already up decided to check the next logical place. The dining hall. Beneath the early morning rays of sun, squinting as they shone down illuminating his many colorful tattoos which illuminated his tattoos making them seem as if they were nearly glowing. He was halfway back to the dining hall when he noticed a familiar mop of blond hair bursting from the twin's trailer. Silas. Even from here Nikolai could read the tension and anger in his friend's stride which made him more than a little nervous.


    It was the cop from earlier that had been giving, Gwen, Lysander and himself a hard time and it appeared that he was still as biased as when he'd last spoken to Nikki. Grumbling deciding to join Silas in case the cop decided to get testy with the medium. Long legs gave him a rather large stride so it wasn't long before he was by Silas' side staring down at the officer. Being 6'3 gave him a nice height advantage. "Is there a problem?" Cutting in smoothly as Silas turned around, surprise momentarily written in his eyes the lanky Englishman crossed his arms hoping he looked a lot calmer than he felt at the moment. He, just like everyone else, wanted the cops to stop looking to their group and for reasons to arrest, but starting sh!t with them wouldn't solve anything. So the only option was really to remain calm and polite- as the rules dictated they be.


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    I am so sorry, I totally misread the form

  • I see things that nobody else sees (p)

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    Things were getting bad, making his inner animal grow restless, snarling in the confines of his head. Silas was enraged, that much was obvious, and the other freaks that had been milling about picked up on it. Bex had joined them as Silas got into one of the cops face's shouting. While outwardly Nikolai remained stoic, vacant and void of much emotion- inwardly he was panicking. His heightened senses could pick up the anger and fear, the righteous paranoia that was exuding from the cop like a cheap perfume making the colorfully inked man tap his fingers against his thigh with a sporadic and frantic rhythm. From the freaks a rigid tension and aggression tainted the air and Nikolai's head spun. Already he knew that this was going to end of two ways. Someone was gonna end up dead, or someone would have to talk everyone down.


    Yet the usual peace keepers were nowhere to be seen, and only more fuel was added to the fire as Dae, Hunter, and Charlotte joined the quickly growing crowd. That concerned Nikki, because he was pretty sure sh!t was gonna hit the fan. And to have kids around would... Well that was a recipe for disaster. "Silas." Niko murmured, his voice low a soft plea there. If things were gonna escalate any further someone was gonna get hurt. "Hunter, take Charlot-" About to bide the young boy to take the girl and get out of here, maybe try to break up this little gathering before cops could start beating them, and then arresting the lot for "assaulting a police officer" the officer who looked most panicked began shouting. "Back up all of you! I'm only warning you once!" Turning back to see what was going on, he hardly had time to register the man was reaching for his gun when he withdrew it pointing it at the crowd of assembled freaks. In that moment his heart stuttered in his chest, and his mind sputtered to a halt. A gun? The officer wasn't going to shoot at them was he? There was kids there? The events that unfolded next seem to go by impossibly slow.


    "Get back!" The portly officer demanded again, and when it did nothing he pointed into the crowd and unloaded a shot. From his left Nikolai heard someone cry out, and then all hell broke loose. Freaks began scrambling like that seen from Ratatouille, nearly falling over themselves to get away from the violence that was unfolding. Nikolai however, was frozen in place, rooted to the spot as the officer fired again, and again and again. It was finally when another freak shoved him yelling at the shell-shocked Englishman to run did his brain turn back on and with a curse Niko turned and darted away from the officers. It was instinctual to shift as he ran, a lithe looking Cheetah taking the place of the dark haired man as it sprinted towards safety- the main tent. The grounds were a mess. People running towards the sounds of gunshots, and people running away. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Magnus running towards the gunshots, and if he was in his right mind Nikolai would of warned him to stay away. But Nikolai didn't even falter as he propelled himself into the Main Tent, and shifting into a smaller pitbull, managed to wedge himself behind the bleachers.


    As much as people assumed he was some tough, cold, and unfeeling man- Nikolai was actually kind of scared. He couldn't heal and as much as he'd of liked to help people out the man didn't exactly want to get shot. Another round of gunfire could be heard and pressing white ears back against a piebald colored head the dog snarled, showing it's teeth while it's hackles were raised. What the hell were the cops thinking? Opening fire on a crowd of kids? Thoughts of blood and dead friends laying on the ground ran through Niko's mind. His mother and father had warned him of this before he came to join the show. "Normal people can never accept up Nikolai. They come to stare at you and fear you. The first chance they have to murder our kind they will take it. Is that the kind of life you want?" That had been his father's parting words to Nikolai. Perhaps he had a point. During his musings the screaming and the gunfire had quieted down; and Nikolai listened as sirens driving away from the show signaled it was safe to come out.


    Crawling from behind the bleachers of the main tent, shaking his fur of any dust and rubble the shifter slowly crept towards the exit of the tent keeping his ears pricked forward to see if he could hear anything. As he approached the exit, Nikolai tentatively stuck his head out, making sure there was no danger around. Sensing none though picking up on the bitter, acidic scent of gunpowder in the air, though an underlying and undeniable scent of blood. Sh!t someone was hurt. That spurred Niko to dart where the conflict had broken out, to find a figure lying on the ground and Chase hunched over. It was Charlotte and pity stirred in the shifter's stomach. First her uncle was murdered and then she was shot? Creeping forward he angled his ears, picking up a soft heartbeat. She was alive at least and as Chase furrowed his brows with concentration trying to heal her, Nikki was sure she'd be okay. Magnus was there too, panic, worry, horror, and concern leaking out of his pores making Nikolai's head spin. He needed to find Ezra. They couldn't just let this slide. Something had to be done, the cops had been over the line today.


    Closing his eyes, shifting back into his hazel eyed human self Niko quietly approached an unconcious Charlotte. He hoped she'd be okay, he always felt a little protective of the kids around the carnival. Most of the freaks did. Maybe it was that they saw an innocence in most of them Hunter always made Nikola uncomfortable or they could relate to being their age. "Charlotte you'll be okay." He murmured, his voice scarce above a whisper as Chase worked on her. The need to find Ezra or Anna and demand to know what they planned on doing about this still was burning in his mind. Even if Sy had gotten a little... Over the line with the cop there was no reason to actually hurt a f*cking kid. Than there were the ramifications to deal with. The fallout that would happen with the police department. The further stigmatization of the Freak Show. The seldom times they were allowed to be in town, would likely either be forced to send the human workers, or they would be met with further distaste and opposition. Either way, from Nikki's point of view, things weren't looking so good. There were a few freaks beginning to gather once again, and from the corner of his eye he noted Gwen. "Go find Ezra or Anna. Now!" He demanded, turning to face her with a stern expression. Right now the show needed their leaders to help them regroup and figure out what the hell was going to happen next.


    //OOC: aaaah such sh!tty post. Much apologies



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  • Fall of Heroes --- Plotting & Chatting Thread.

    Steve's relationships:


    Steve & Nydia: Sibling-like. These two care for each other on a platonic level. There is nothing romantic between them but they do care very fiercely for one another. Steve intervened in a fight that Nydia was in, bringing her to Doctor Banner to get her stitched up. They've been friends ever since. Neither are affiliated with a gang, though Nydia isn't afraid of letting Steve know he should be in the Hounds. It's not uncommon to find one with other, unless Steve is in the gym. Nydia hates the gym. But overall, very close with almost familial like bond.


    Steve & Peter: Friends. Steve got a cellmate when Peter was brought to Boarwood. After getting to know the man, his identity the super-soldier was very open to being friends. He thinks that Peter is a good kid, and since he wasn't hurting people Steve doesn't have a problem with him. He'll admit the wall-crawling freaks him out, but he tires not to show it. However, he does think that he's a sweet kid; and when he has trouble understanding a reference he'll go to Parker. Steve knows the kid is something of a genius, a quirk that's amusing. They make an odd duo, but it doesn't matter to him. If Peter gets roughed up by someone, Steve isn't a stranger to tracking that person down. After all, if you don't look out for your friends in Boarwood- you may end up with a knife in your back. Steve aims to keep that from happening to him or anyone he cares about.


    Steve & Bruce: Acquaintances. Steve doesn't really get to hang out much with Bruce unless he needs medical attention. However, the few times that Steve has landed in the infirmary and has had the doctor caring for him, he has found that he rather likes Bruce's company. He's a little soft-spoken and shy but he has a good heart and that's all Steve cares about. He has heard rumors that Banner is the Hulk, though has no concrete proof; not that it would bother him. When he does see Banner and neither are busy; Steve will usually flag him down for a chat or to ask how his day is going. There is no animosity that Steve holds for Doctor Banner.


    Steve & Kat: Friendly. He has no idea that she's secretly helping the Hounds. But what Steve does know is she's kind. Kind, sweet, and not quick to use violence to get the inmates to do what she wants. He appreciates this and always tries to be on his best behavior when she's around. He always has a friendly word and a smile for Kat, and is more than willing to chat with her. He doesn't hold her accounatable for becoming a guard rather than an inmate. Its easier to be a guard, in fact he's heard that if you're a guard you get to Skype with your family members. Steve can't blame someone for looking out for themselves as long as they're not hurting anyone; and Kat normally doesn't hurt anyone. Steve has been known to help her settle inmates down when things get out of hand. He holds her in a friendly aspect.


    Steve & T'Challa: Indifferent. He doesn't really hang out a lot with the King of Wakanda. The only time he really sees the man is in the gym, and Steve normally keeps to himself there. He knows that the man is strong, also goes by Luke, and doesn't really ever need Steve's help. Perhaps it is because he comes from royal blood- but he's always seemed unapproachable to Steve. But, Steve also knows he's kind and doesn't harass, exasperate, belittle, or bully other inmates. Well not the ones weaker than him. It can be up to Infinitesimal on if they can stay indifferent, friends, or rivals. This is just a base idea.


    Steve & Tanya: Rivals. Steve can't stand Tanya. He finds her to be manipulative, cruel, and has seen her more than once bully friends. He feels for her past, from what he knows of it anyway, but can't forgive the fact that she was a villain on the outside, and she's one now. He'll do what she says as she's a guard, but won't chit-chat or seek her company out. Also, if she's having trouble controlling inmates he does nothing to help like he would of with Kat or Nat.


    Steve & Natasha: Frienemies. He doesn't trust Natasha. The curvy redhead always seems to be looking out for her own best interest, no matter how many other people get hurt. However, he does respect her dry wit and the ability to subdue inmates even though she's not enhanced or mutant. Just a retried spy. When she's not bothering him, Steve is capable of having a friendly conversation with her. However he doesn't trust her with secrets, nor does he find their relationship to be close. Perhaps friends in passing, sometimes enemies if she thinks he's causing trouble or protecting someone causing trouble. Overall he respects her, but doesn't consider them true friends.


    Steve & Erik: Rivals. He knows what Erik is capable of, knows his heart is twisted with revenge and he has risen the ranks in the Snakes. He doesn't trust, like, or want to be anywhere near the other man. He knows that Erik is silver-tongued and dangerous. Steve thinks that sooner or later, the people following him- are gonna get hurt. And its going to be Erik's fault. The two have a tense, antagonizing, relationship. They have been known to come to blows and Steve has found the best way to avoid getting into fights and being put into solitary is just avoiding Erik.


    Steve & Aislin: Indifferent. Aislin is the current leader of the Hounds. He knows she has a strong moral compass and cares deeply about those in her "gang". He respects that, but also knows that she has tried to recruit him more than once, offering him a co-leader spot though he hasn't taken it. She can handle herself, and Steve has found really no reason to interline in her affairs. He knows that she's a good person so he doesn't have a problem with her- but he also hasn't really gone out of his way to befriend her. Over the course of the RP I see them either having a mutual respect for one another but having different ideas on what is best for the inmates, ways to lead, or becoming friends. Whatever you want is fine.


    Steve & Arlo: Distant. He finds Arlo to be quirky. He's a little awkward, but strong morals. He knows the man does what he think is right and Steve respects that. However, he finds Arlo to be stubborn and headstrong- reckless even. More than once he has seen the kid taunt guards and Snakes. Steve thinks he's a bit of trouble, though other than that has no problem with him. They don't see each other a lot, so I'm open to seeing this develop however


    Alright so these are the base relationships I Have come up with for Steve. Please, feel free to add, or take away anything you don't like. If you want to develop a relationship in a different way, want to develop it more in-depth just let me know. :)