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    Laura waved at her friends. "Hey guys!" She called smiling.


    Derek looked at the ground with a sigh. He was really nervous to see he sister's group again, Derek didn't know what he'd say to them. 'I'm sorry' Seems kinda pathetic to him, he'd stabbed their friend in the leg causing her to go into the hospital.... What am I supposed to do?

    Sam's face paled when he saw Roselyn. "H-hi Roselyn...." He said nervously.


    Laura smiled at Jian then turned to Anzhela who was looking at Derek with a grim expression. "Hey Anzhela, how're doing? and why're you on crutches may I ask?"


    Derek stayed quiet biting his lip a bit.


    Anzhela turned to Laura. "I'm fine, but you might want to ask your friend why I'm like this." Her voice had a small amount of bitterness in it.

    Sam gasped. "ROSLYN PLEASE STOP IT!"


    Laura looked at Jian's arm with a tilted head, but didn't say anything for some odd reason.


    Anzhela chuckled a little at Sam and Roslyn.


    Derek couldn't help smiling at the two Armstrong's going at each other, no more like one going at the other while the other was trying to run away.

    Sam smiled as his little brother as Jian and Alfred scarfed down their food, he wasn't really wanting anyone to win, he was happy that Alfred was there to stop Roslyn before got chocked to death, and he knew that Roslyn, mostly likely if challenged, would do it too. Sam continued to watch the two eat non-stop. Wow, they're eating a lot, I hope they don't get sick after eating so much.... he thought, but he doubted that his younger brother would get sick after this, but he was still worried.


    Anzhela watched with complete curiosity. She's never seen an eating contest before, she also wondered who'd win. As she watched she felt like she was being watched, it made her really nervous. She looked around, but saw nothing, and decided that it was nothing. The Drachma girl started watching the Prince and the youngest Armstrong that she's met scarf down their food with a small smile, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.


    Derek watched the two eat with a tilted head, he didn't know how this started, but it was kinda entertaining. He never knew these people could have such an appetite. It was strange, then he turned to the red haired girl, who was watching as well. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. "Hey, um, I'm really sorry about your leg.... I didn't mean to hurt you this bad.... I was trying to get you to stop attacking me sorry." Derek said playing with his fingers nervously, but he looked at Anzhela straight in her green eyes.
    "I can't say I'm happy with you about it. You'll have to earn my forgiveness." She said looking at him with a straight and narrow gaze.
    "How do I do that?"
    "By not hurting ANYONE int his group again, especially Clarissa, i don't want her heart broken by you, Plus you still have to earn some trust in this group, at least that's what I think. But it's not up to me." Anzhela said with some hardness in her voice and a serious face. Derek nodded.
    "I won't hurt anyone in this group and Clarissa and Laura know it, well, mostly Mustang." He said still looking at the redheaded girl in the eyes, but his eyes showed her that he was nervous, he knew she saw it because he felt it. "I promise I won't."
    "I hope so." was all she said back to him, then she turned back to the eating contest. Derek did the same.


    Laura watched with a curious stare, her head tilted a little. Why're they doing this? I'm so lost, but this is kinda entertaining. She thought with a smile. Laura looked over at Clarissa who was watching as well. She nudged her sister. "How did this start anyway?" She muttered to her sister.
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    OOC: :o wow, I did a really long one....

    Anzhela looked at Jian surprised, she knew she couldn't hide her grudge about Derek from Jian, but she didn't want to admit it either, Anzhela knew she'd have to say something sooner of later, so she picked sooner. "Yes, I do." She admitted quietly, looking away from Jian.


    Derek looked at Tess with a bit of sadness. "Unlike me, he has no place to go, he told me himself, plus he likes Greed.." He clenched his fists looking down. Why did I hate Greed so much? Wow, I do live in the past to much..... Trent was right. Ugh! Am I THAT stupid?! He thought to himself still looking down, his nails digging into his skin. But Derek didn't care, about the pain, he NEEDED to make things right with Anzhela... in case others in this group are mad at him still, plus he wanted to.... Derek wanted to be her friend. Wow, that sounds so childish...


    Laura turned to Derek surprised by his actions. "Hey Derek, are you okay? You look.. I dunno, kinda mad." She said with a tilted head.


    Derek looked up surprised at Laura. "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking." He said turning away from the girls. I feel so awkward around so many girls... except for Clarissa of course... but the others, UGH, why do I feel like this.... it's really bugging me! he thought.


    OOC: Opps! Sorry, my bad! (I feel stupid now... ^^;

    OOC: Hey sorry, I'm back now. Sorry for being late... ^^;


    Derek nodded, then looked out the window of the train. It's been a long time since he was free, he liked it... but he also missed Trent. Soon enough, he started dozing of to sleep.


    Anzhela flinched when Jian turned her head to looked at him and she had felt her face flush. But as she looked at him her anger, not all of it, started to leave. ".. of fine." She said with a hint of stubbornness in her voice.


    Laura sat on the train playing with her fingers, until she laid back and started dozing off as she spaced out.


    Sam was already sound asleep on his chair.

    Anzhela made a small sound to the sound of her brother's voice plus the gun to her head. Her expression suddenly got colder, as her fists clenched tightly, her teeth clenched in fear and anger. Why did she think about if they'd come after her or not? She smiled a little colder then she normally would in front of her friends, but it seemed more like a smirk then a smile. "Hello, again Ivan, so, how's mom and dad been doing since I've been gone?" She asked hiding the fear inside her quite well. "I doubt they're worried, so, what have they been up to besides sending you here to bring me back so I can endure prison then get killed by the order of my own PARENTS!" She said the word 'Parents' with so much bitterness that it would shock most people who knew her to be that happy redhead.


    Derek gasped when he saw Ivan pointing a gun to Anzhela's head. What should I do, I HAVE to stop this! But how? He thought urgently watching the scene with wide eyes.


    Laura's eyes were wide with fear for Anzhela. She didn't know what was going on, or who Ivan was or why he wanted her to come with him, but somehow she had a vague idea of why he was here. She started remembering the first time they had met the Drachma girl. She was running away from the police holding an apple in her hand. Then she snapped back to reality when Clarissa elbowed her in the side. Laura winced slightly at the pain, but she returned her attention to Anzhela and Ivan.


    Sam was awake and watching Ivan and Anzhela with wide blue eyes. What is going on? He thought worried for the Drachma girl. He wondered what was GOING to happen to the two of them.....

    Derek looked at Jian and shook his head. "No, I'm not, I'm pretty good with most weapons.... but a sword.. that's out of my league, I was never really good when them, but daggers that's another thing...." He muttered to Jian still looking at Anzhela and her older brother.


    Anzhela looked at her older brother with a glare. "Eric was wrongly accused, Ivan! I know that, but none of YOU seem to believe me! Why, I don't know..... but you never seemed to care about anyone, dear older brother!" She said with enough bitterness that it would've probably shocked Ivan if he wasn't a soldier.... but he was so... it didn't look like he showed it.. even IF he felt it. "You didn't care to understand that I loved him, yet you just stood there and LET him be taken away from me! And it was YOU who was the one to end his life....." She nearly broke down because of so many emotions boiling inside of her. She glared at her older brother tears falling down her face.


    Laura caught her breathe when she saw Anzhela's face.... it was so full of different emotions, But the alchemist could see some of the emotions the Drachman girl had on her face. Sadness, pain, anger, and other's that Laura couldn't see.


    Sam wanted to break it up but he wasn't sure what would happen to Anzhela, so he could only watch.

    OOC: ((honestly i don't care for spoilers, and you probably know that and it'll be a while before i read the manga again, but here it goes))


    Name: Kyle Carters
    Age: 15
    (Weapon, meister, Grim Reaper, etc.: Meister/vampire/shapeshifter
    Appearance: He has bleach blond hair that is a bit layered in the back, bright green eyes that sometimes change to red if he gets angry enough. He usually wears a dark blue long-sleeved shirt under a lighter blue short-sleeved shirt. He's almost always in bluish/grayish jeans (if it gets too hot he'll wear cargo shorts), then just plain normal converse High-tops.
    Personality: He's usually an easy going guy, not much really sets him off. If he gets insulted he usually just brushes it off, but if it's something about his family, he gets a bit irritated and gives the person a reason not to insult his family no matter what they are. But other then, nothing much gets through him.
    Anything else: His heritage is a little weird, his father, Lyle Carters was turned into a Shapeshifter when he was around 15-16, but his mom Soul Fighter Carters (Maiden name: Evans) was turned into a vampire at age 19 and has remained that age ever since. But Kyle and his twin sister Ember, have been born into the world as half Vampire/Shapeshifter, but each one is more one side then the other. Example: Kyle takes more from his dad's side, so he's more shapeshifter then vampire, unlike his sister, who is also his weapon partner. He can see/sense souls since that was one of the things he inherited from his mother's family, his grandmother, Maka Evans could do the same, but her's was stronger then most. Kyle still has to work on the soul sensing thing. He also inherited a bit of the Black Blood running through Fighter's side of the family.


    Name: Ember Carters
    Age: 15
    (Weapon, meister, Grim Reaper, etc.: Weapon and vampire/shapeshifter (weapon form is a scythe)
    Appearance: Her normal form is a lot like her brother's in hair and stuff, but her hair is a bit longer and more or less of the time her eyes turn red (she hasn't mastered the changing of the eye colors yet). But her outfit (of course) is more girly then Kyle's. She wears a red V-neck short-sleeved shirt, tan shorts, and black and red leather boots that go up to her knees. But in her weapon form, she's a scythe with a blood red blade.
    Personality: She tries to be more like her brother in personality, but it doesn't really work. She's nice, but once really angered, no one can really get her to calm down completely except Kyle. She has a bit of an anger management problem.
    Anything else: Alike her twin sibling, she is half vampire/shapeshifter, but with the genes of a weapon. Also getting a bit more from her mother's side making her more Vampire in her then Shapeshifter, and a bit of a anger problem(as explained before). Ember also has the Black Blood, though much less then her mother and her grandfather, Soul (Eater) Evans, though more then Kyle. Ember is the youngest out of the two, by only a minute, and Kyle sometimes teases her for it, though not much. The twins respect each other's boundaries and don't bother each other for it. When one needs some space the other complies and leaves them alone. They are very close siblings and are always there for each other. They never leave one behind, EVER!

    Lyle answered the door and smiled at them all. "Hey guys, c'mon in. Fighter's in the kitchen." He said as he let them in.
    Kyle sat on the floor in the living room playing Chess with Ember, who was getting rather competitive even though she was winning. Kyle just gave her a kind of bored expression.
    "Why exactly did you pick this game again Ember? Is it just because you always win at it?" Kyle asked his twin sister, who looked up at him with a slight tilt of her head.
    "I don't know what you're talking about." She replied. He just chuckled and gave her a small roll of his eyes.
    "If you say so....." Then Lyle came over to them and they both looked up at him.
    "They're here." Then walked off to go help Fighter in the kitchen. The twins stood up and walked over to where Mercy, Justice, Kidd and Life were. Kyle didn't really mind the fact that they were all there. But Ember was completely confused and curious. Fighter came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel.
    "Hey guys, glad you came." She said with a smile. She hasn't gotten any different in looks except her hair got a bit longer, but she had the mind of an adult. "nice to see you all again."

    Kyle shrugged and did what he said, not really caring wither he won or lost, it is just a game anyway. Ember tilted her head trying to figure out what to do. She frowned and just moved a random pawn to a random place just because she couldn't think of what to do. Kyle took the pawn and the game continued the tables starting to turn in Kyle's favor, not like he cared much about it.
    Fighter sighed as she leaned against the wall, watching them. "Ember's getting competitive again...." She muttered as she threw the dish towel over her shoulder and glanced over at Mercy and Justice with a shrug.