Caught in the Floorboards [Macy/Open]

[Vylad Zaider]

The ever changing world of the post-apocalypse was a dangerous place for anyone, especially when you are a reckless vagrant. Mutated animals, unruly locations alongside enemies from before when the bombs fell made the entire event increasingly difficult. Despite the necessary caution needed to survive the challenging circumstances Vylad still went about his day in a careless manner that would probably cause people to shake their heads in dismay. There had been a multitude of moments where the young man had nearly gotten himself killed, one of which included a mutated bat. At that time the maddened creature would have scratched him up plenty if Vylad had not suddenly activated his pyrokinesis to defend himself. Today, however, was going to be different, or at least the vagrant prayed it would be. One could not trust the unpredictable post-apocalypse world to cease from ruining the day and sending some hideous, vicious creature in his direction. Thus, despite of his reckless ways, Vylad decided to at least attempt to take some definition of caution. First off, he figured it would be more suitable to avoid being in the open streets for long periods of time, or to at the very least avoid waltzing into them with zero forethought. In silence, Vylad stood near the edge of an alleyway while he debated which home would be best to invade for a quick scout of supplies. His methods were different and more time consuming since he scouted the supplies then returned later for retrieval. It risked other survivors coming by, but after almost being caught up by a couple of bandits over the past three days he did not want to travel around with any bag which left him to rely on the large pockets of his black coat. Today in particular gave Vylad a negative feeling overall and being somebody to trust his instincts, the teenage vagrant kept little on his person. The stony alleyway was slicked with rain water and the street in front of Vylad was dotted with puddles that reflected the grey clouds flowing lazily through the sky. A cool wind blew through the residential area; a wind that would be likely to induce a bout of shivers from those who were not protected by cover or the warm embrace of a coat. Generally the day was rather gloomy, but when it came to scouting and scavenging time one could not be overly picky. At least there was no rain which was the primary bright side that Vylad could think of. Strangely, the teenager seemed more indifferent towards the cold and found himself more bothered by the wet surrounding the area. It was likely discomfort caused by his pyrokinesis since it was weaker or nonexistence when Vylad got wet. As usual, the vagrant wore heavy black makeup around his eyes as a deception of sorts, a mask to hid the tiredness in his face. A white t-shirt covered the front of his torso while his jacket hung around his shoulders with the front opened. Despite the thread of sickness, Vylad did not care enough to zip up his coat and should he face consequences then that would be future Vylad's problem. His pants were a simple pair of black jeans that sported a couple of small rips and grass stains around the knees. Meanwhile his skin bore a small cut on his cheek, a gift from from the mutated bat from two days ago. With his hands hidden inside his pockets, Vylad peeked around the corners of the alleyway, all seemed clear. Slowly, the vagrant entered the open space of the street towards an old wooden house that had suffered some damages that were likely caused from the bombs. Vylad's yellow eyes caught sight of each discarded car that littered the once happy and possibly people-filled street. Each car was in disrepair and Vylad could easily guess that most of the transportation machines found on the streets nowadays were inoperable. Once he reached the concrete driveway, the ravenette spared a glance behind him to make certain nobody had followed behind him; that despicable bad feeling still lingered after all. Once he reached the front porch, which creaked in protest with each step, he tried the door which did not seem keen on budging anytime soon. In a few moments, the vagrant slammed his shoulder into the door in an attempt to force it open. The attempt was successful and the old door groaned in protest to the rough treatment Vylad had given it. Initially, Vylad had been pleased with himself, until he realized he could have looked for an open window or better door. Those two methods would have made his presence less announced, but it far too late now. After crossing the threshold the vagrant closed the door behind him, perhaps somebody else would use a similar method of entry. The first glance of the house rendered absolutely nothing incredible. Most of the furniture looked cheap bought and had many stains maiming the once decent looking pieces. Dirt covered the floor and many miscellaneous items covered the floor. There were a couple of smashed windows, which would have made excellent entry points for the trained robber who could easily clear off the more jagged pieces. A groan of annoyance escaped Vylad's mouth, why did he not check the perimeter? Ironically he thought his caution got thrown out the window with this one. Unlike the front porch, the floor inside of the house did not utter a single creak of protest which was pleasant. There was a set of stairs leading up to the second story of the old home. For some particular reason, Vylad figured that perhaps working his way down would be a better idea. If anybody followed him, then perhaps their would be blown while he looked around upstairs. With that, the vagrant made his way up the creaky old stairs. When he reached the second floor he found it to be unimpressive like the first since nothing in particular piqued his interest. The floor of the upstairs was a lot more concerning and would mutter a groan of protest to Vylad walking around. That was quite concerning. When he entered what appeared to be a children's room the creaks seemed to increase in noise. The vagrant looked at the flamboyant pink walls alongside the old twin bed in the corner. His yellow eyes kept travelling around the room until one exasperated groan of protest from the floor and sudden he felt himself fall. Vylad cursed as the floorboards beneath his feet broke and he sudden fell until he found it stopped. The vagrant had not hit the floor, but instead found himself caught in the uncomfortable hole that had formed. The broken pieces of board jabbed at him, which made him squirm. The floorboards around him creaked louder. "You've gotta be jokin'," he said in a quiet voice. Out of all the things the could have happened it had to be something embarrassing like getting stuck in the floor. He placed his hands against the remaining boards, but the menacing sound of cracks deterred him from trying to escape his wooden trap. For a moment Vylad wanted to get mad, but he tried to keep himself calm. Fire would probably be a terrible addition to the house and giving himself away further seemed dumb. Thus, Vylad remained suspended as he tried to debate an escape.

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors 1240 Bleh bleh, I don't know what to put here.

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Macy Connors]

Macy was currently huddled in a closet, in a house she thought no one would want to enter. Being paranoid as always, Macy made sure to lock all the doors before she found her hiding spot. While searching the house she found a decent sized closet in a young girl's room.


She knew this was a young girl's room from the teddy bears and flamingo pink colored walls. She gathered some blankets and pillows from the room and went into the closet to sleep, and had also locked the doors. She was tired from trying to find a new temporary place to hide.


Just as her eyes were about to shut, she heard a loud bang coming from downstairs. Not knowing what to do, Macy jumped up and made sure that the closet door was still locked and went into the furthest corner of the small room. She grabbed the small knife from her boot  when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Her eyes had grown used to the dark and could see the outline of shelves and the small sized shoes, which made her miss her childhood and father.  Her thoughts were disrupted when she heard the door to the room open up, and a loud crash and a shout.


Macy slowly opened the closet to see the once undamaged room, with a huge hole in the floor and a black haired man holding onto the floorboards for dear life. Lightly giggling, she walked around the head and arms of the person so she could see their face. That's when her giggles, turned into a laugh that made her hunch over. Her old child hood bully was stuck in the floor of a girls room in the apocalypse. 'This is hilarious' Macy thought. Making sure to keep her mouth closed enough so her fangs weren't visible, she turned to face her old schoolmate, Vylad. But when she saw him again, she started laughing even harder and fell onto the bed, laughing into a pink pillow with a carebear image on it.


When she calmed down a little more, she tried to keep the small smirk off her face. But every time she tried to frown at him, her closed mouth smile came back. That is when she gave up trying to act concerned because it made her cheeks hurt. Macy came up with a small joke to tell Vylad. But every time she felt the surge of power go to her eyes, it would diminish when she tried to telepathically talk to him. This made Macy very sad as she loved her little, 'How's it hanging?' joke. But the sadness didn't last long as she started laughing at Vylad again. 'Oh what sweet Karma,'she thought.

[Vylad Zaider]

The jagged pieces of woods were getting increasing uncomfortable for Vylad as he debated the best method of escape. There was the idea of dropping down to the floor below, but there was no possible way of knowing what was below him. Obviously this was quite the predicament for the vagrant. Part of Vylad wished he had used his luck inducement since maybe he would not be stuck in this accursed hole. A plethora of curses flowed inaudible from the teenager's mouth as struggled to release himself without falling. There was a sense of fear in Vylad, who knew what was below him? The idea of something leaping up and trying to bite at his dangling legs was a horrifying thought. The very thought caused Vylad to squirm a little more, but each little creak and groan from the floorboards surrounding him caused him to flinch. Maybe with some luck he could escape? Considering he fell through the floor and got trapped he was fairly certain that Lady Luck was shunning him at the moment. Through the panic he heard somebody giggling which he could not be certain was positive or negative, but clearly they were enjoying his idiocy. A mild annoyance stirred in Vylad which nearly turned to anger until he felt his hands heat up a bit. A few deep breaths were the best method to banish the emotion that would cause his pyrokinesis to act. If it was absolutely necessary he could do something, but for now Vylad figured it was best not to accidentally burn down the house. The sounds of footsteps bridging the gap between the stranger and him was the only way Vylad could tell that the mysterious individual, who was presumably female, was coming closer. Once she was close enough for him to get a view of her face, the vagrant found himself surprised. The person was his long-time crush Macy and he officially looked like the imbecile who got stuck in the floor. Now Vylad had down some stupid activities, but that had been around a group of friends. When she began laughing louder, the vagrant could only imagine how dumb he was appearing. "Yeah, yeah. I get it, I'm stuck. Ha ha," Vylad muttered quietly. There was a mild feeling of embarrassment, but after crushing on Macy for a couple of years he learned to control it. Once again, he pressed down on the floorboards, this time increasing his luck, but the loud groan deterred him again. Now he somewhat wished the mutated bat had returned for round two instead of his crush, at least that would have granted him an excuse to burn the house down. Alas, Lady Luck had absolutely no pity on him and decided this torment would be more enjoyable. When Macy began laughing into the pillow Vylad thought of at least one bright side. Macy was laughing which was probably the best reaction Vylad had seen from her. Nowadays he knew that bullying was indeed not a good method to get a girl to like you. "If only you could take a picture, bet I look like a major dumbass," he commented. He was really trying to joke around while being suspended by the second floor. When Macy's eyes flickered in colour, the vagrant felt indifferent about that feature; he could light his hands on fire and be untouched by the flames so changing eye colours was not that crazy. What truthfully concerned him was the slight headache. During his preparation and departure there had been no sign of illness and yet there was this spark of pain. He gently touched his head, but when he felt himself nearly slip, he went back to keeping his arms where they were. Despite knowing that Macy disliked him, Vylad had to at least ask. "Uh, I hate to ruin your fun, but any chance you can help me? Cause I don't know about you, but falling does not seem pleasant." There was a silent prayer that maybe Macy could stop laughing long enough to help him up. If not then the vagrant figured it would be best to gamble his luck and find out what awaited him below.

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors 700 The perfect karma, seeing your bully trapped in floorboards

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Macy Connors]

Finally calming down her laughing, Macy listened to what Vylad had to say.

'Oh, he wants help? Haha noooope.' That is when Macy realized she had no way to talk with him unless she actually spoke and reveal her fangs, yet another thing that she could be tormented with. Or body language to speak but even that was too much work. Since he winced whenever she tried to telepathically message him, she could only assume that her powers wouldn't work on him. 'How upsetting. It would have been fun to make him dance,' she thought.

Macy got up and walked around her past tormenter, heading straight for the white desk. She opened every drawer but could only find one thing to help her. An Expo marker. 'Well if the kid had this, where is the whiteboard?' Going through the drawers in the little girls old night stand, she found what looked like a squashed cupcake. Macy instantly closed the drawer, she never liked cupcakes and that one certainly didn't look appetizing. There was only one place left in the room where the child could have hid this whiteboard, under the pillow. That is where Macy hid everything she never wanted anyone to find. And Whiteboards where one of her favorite things as a young girl.

Macy went over to the bed and flipped the carebear pillow, finding exactly what she wanted. The whiteboard. Macy sat down on the bed and looked directly at Vylad. She then crossed her legs, feeling the ripped jeans hug her waist even tighter. She took off the cap of the red marker and moved her gaze to the shinning white surface. She moved her hand to write one of her favorite words from her child hood,"No."

Macy looked back to Vylad, who was still dangling like a disco ball from the floor. She then turned the whiteboard around and set it on her lap, making sure he was able to read what she had wrote down.

[Vylad Zaider]

As patiently as he could, Vylad waited for a response and hoped that maybe she could put aside the past and assist him in his predicament. Instead, she seemed to have no intent on helping him and walked past him. The vagrant merely watched in surprise, was she not even going to answer him? He understood getting a no, but nothing seemed rather rude. "Hey, I know I was a jerk, but can I at least have an answer?" Vylad asked as he tried to glance back. The trapped teenager attempted to get a glance at what Macy was doing, but that only made him slip. It was probably best to remain still and debate his options of escape. Falling was still a viable method of escape, but he decided it would be better to wait and see if perhaps Macy would come back into view and help him. Dangling from the second floor was not comfortable, but Vylad knew he could withstand the torment a little longer. When Macy returned to his view, he watched as he flipped the pink carebear pillow and discovered a whiteboard. That was when Vylad understood. His yellow eyes watched her uncap the expo marker and write cross the pristine white surface. When she turned the board around, the criminal frowned as he red the word 'no' written in red marker. In her defense, Vylad had done some terrible things to her and he probably would not help himself if he was in her position. With that, Vylad began to increase his luck, it was time for plan B. "Okay, I understand. See ya," Vylad said simply. It was once again time to throw caution out the window. In a single fluent movement he lifted his arms and felt gravity tug him downwards and through his prison. His luck inducement would hopefully protect him from significant harm or death if that was possible. The pointed pieces of wood scrapped against his body and arms, leaving thin red cuts. Landing was the difficult part, his feet his the floor and the rough landing sent him tumbling back. His arms pinwheeled a moment in a futile attempt to regain balance, but soon he plummeted towards the floor. The floor below creaked in response as Vylad fell back and slammed into the floor. The fall was not too bad, but it left a series of cuts. "Ow, that could have been better," Vylad muttered. Now that the fall itself was over, it was time to assess the damages. Vylad sat up and looked at his grey-ish coloured hands were covered in a few thin cuts that oozed the viscous red liquid known as blood. A flinch was the only response the vagrant had, scratches on the hands were never a good thing. He rolled up his sleeves to check if the broken floorboards had managed to injure him through his coat, but thankfully there was no ungodly scratch in sight. Once satisfied with the glance over, Vylad returned to his feet and let the black sleeves fall down. His eyes returned to where he fell and found that the jagged pieces of wood in the hole seemed to mock him. Looking up at the hole, Vylad called up. "I don't recommend doin' that unless you want to get scratched up." Even with his induced luck he had not escaped unscathed and he could only imagine that it may be worst for another individual who lacked the ability. The small cuts on his hands stung, but Vylad instead decided to ignore them and took a brief glance at his surroundings. He had landed in the living room where broken glass laid not far from the windows and fortunately far enough away where it could not harm when he fell. Filthy furniture was the only thing inside the living room other then the scattered TV that had a rock through the screen. Clearly somebody had gotten bored and decided to maliciously harm the inanimate object. Fortunately, there seemed to be zero threats in the vicinity. Perhaps Lady Luck was smiling upon him once more because of the injustice of being trapped in a floor.

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors 695 N/a

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Macy Connors]

Macy continued to stare at the hole in the floor. Shocked by what Vylad just did. 'Did he actually just drop to the main floor?' She thought. Well she had to go check on him now, the ceiling was a good 8 feet high, so there had to be some damage to either him or the room beneath us.

'Imagine if when he fell through this floor, then broke another hole into the floor beneath us.' The thought made Macy smile a little bit, as she somewhat hoped that the guy who had once shoved her into a locker got stuck in another floor.

Macy got off the purple-pink bed and walked towards the open door. When she got downstairs, she searched for the room where Vylad was going to be in. She made it to the kitchen first, and decided that Vylad could wait a little longer, and searched the cupboards. When she opened the second cupboard, it came loose off its hinges and nearly scared Macy half to death. There was also nothing in that cupboard to help her either. Macy got to the last cupboard, this one looked more kept up than the previous ones. The white paint wasn't chipped off, and it didn't squeal when she pried it open. Inside was a couple of plates and seasonings, but there was still nothing of use in it.

To the side of the kitchen was a tiny bathroom. The walls were a very light colored blue, and it had white counters and a toilet. There wasn't a shower or a bath so it was a pretty small room. She opened the doors below the white counter and found a small first aid kit and some disinfectant. She opened the kit to see what was in it first. Gauze, Band-Aids, a heated blanket,'I'm keeping that one for myself.' and a small lighter.

Macy shoved the blanket into her black leather purse. She never takes that thing off, most of the reason is because she has a lot of rocks collected in there and a knife. Just in case. And also a couple of girl things needed for when those certain times of the month that the apocalypse didn't change, comes around. Macy took one last looked around the small bathroom and walked back into the kitchen with the first aid kit in hand. behind the dining table in the kitchen, was an archway. She walked into the room on the other side of the opening. There she found Vylad standing beneath the hole he made.

Around Vylad was the remnants of the second floor, and not far away from him was shards of glass from the broken window. She frowned seeing that he didn't break this floor, but seeing the scratches on his face and hands made her joke no longer funny. She walked over to the couch in the living room and set down the disinfectant and first aid kit. she grabbed the whiteboard and expo marker from her purse. That thing was like a bottomless pit, a guy could fall in there an never come back.

She opened her favorite colored marker and wiped the word, no, off so she could write something else. Once the board was clear she wrote,'SIT DOWN' and turned the board so he could see it. This is going to be interesting.

[Vylad Zaider]

Surprisingly, falling through the second floor was not nearly as bad as Vylad thought it would be. Then again that would probably been the result of his luck inducement possibly giving him some definition of protection. Naturally he felt a little beaten and likely would have some bruises from the ordeal, but bruises were better than what could have happened. Broken limbs, death, anything similar would have all been terrible and highly probably for the more unfortunate. Alas risk was a part of life and taking a gamble was heavily intertwined with Vylad's life. A stinging sensation on his cheek caused Vylad to bring one of his hands up to it. His fingers met was a warm liquid and when he drew his hand away to gaze upon his fingers he saw red smeared across his fingers. He must have scratched his face on the way down, but it did not bother Vylad since the scratches were inevitable. The vagrant gave small sigh, perhaps he should have taken a little more time to think over his actions, but it was too late now. The consequences of falling through the floor were already here and now he would have to deal with them. It appeared that Macy was taking her time getting here or perhaps she decided to simply leave. Either way his crush was not here at the moment and he would not doubt if she left when she could. It truly would be misfortune if she did leave while he was busy assessing the damage since there was always that fear of never seeing her again. At least he knew now that she had not fallen victim to the vicious bomb that fell. Instead of pondering the concept of never seeing Macy again, he decided to search around his new surroundings. Each piece of furniture bore its share of damages from cuts, rips and various other damages that suggested that the furniture may fall apart at any given moment. The vagrant walked over to an old wooden table with many scratched ingrained on the once polished surface of wood. The first presumption to the creator of the damages were some variation of mutated animal that perhaps grew bored and decided destroying a table would be one hell of a time. In the possible animal's defense there were not many activities to do after the apocalypse and a majority of the land got destroyed. The couch seemed to be only piece that did not receive heavy damages; it merely sported a few rips that leaked stuffing. The once decent looking red and gold patterns imprinted on the fabric had long fell victim to dirt stains, but such things were common in the apocalypse. Nowadays he was fairly certain that people had grown indifferent to dirt. The walls had copious holes on their surface, suggesting that something or someone had recklessly damages them. They were unlikely to be repaired anytime soon since nobody cared for a couple of holes during the apocalypse. Supplies and survival were obviously more important than aesthetics. The criminal gave a shrug as he returned to his station beneath the hole he had created and silently wondered if somebody else would be stupid enough to fall through. Should somebody fall through the gaping hole in a little girl's bedroom, then he wished them luck on the fall. When he heard footsteps, Vylad turned his head towards the arch, the threshold to the living room, to find Macy coming with a first aid kit. In silence, the vagrant merely watched as the girl sat down on the damaged couch and placed a bottle of disinfectant down alongside the first aid kit. Now, most people would have gotten the message, but after falling through the falling through the second floor he was still a little disoriented. Since the criminal had pyrokinesis which could easily clean the wounds. The red capitol letters that were probably Macy's way of yelling at him told him to sit down. Vylad shrugged and listened, considering he just fell down to the first story, sitting down was probably a good idea. Thus, he took a seat next to Macy on the unfortunate couch. "I hope I never fall through a floor again," Vylad muttered. Based from his experience, he could easy say that falling through floors was not an enjoyable pass time.

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors 727 N/a

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Macy Connors]

Now that Vylad was sitting in front of her, Macy could get a better look at his face. And she wasn't laughing at him anymore so she could see how much he had changed. After he had left her alone in high school, she never seemed to notice him. She just forgot he was ever there. But now he was right in front of her, his yellow eyes outlined by some heavy eyeliner, that would remind you of a band member from Kiss.

Macy looked closer at his wounds. He had a shallow cut on his face, but it was deep enough to draw blood. She grabbed the gauze from first aid kit and started to wipe away the blood on his face. This cut wouldn't need a Band-Aid or disinfectant. Macy also looked down at his hands, which had lots of cuts from holding onto the wood panels. 'That I can take some blame for,' Macy thought.

She felt a little bit bad for what she was about to do, but it still needed to be done. Who knew what kind of thing scraped him up when he fell. Maybe a rusty nail or a random sheet of metal just laying underneath the floor boards. But the cuts still needed to be cleaned. Macy didn't know why she was helping him. Maybe it was the apocalypse that made her feel less disgust for what he did to her as a child. Like the name calling and being pushed into the boys locker room on multiple occasions. But she just sighed and carried on with her medical attempt.

Macy quickly grabbed her white board and wiped it clear with the sleeve of her black shirt. Then quickly wrote down,"THIS IS GOING TO STING." Macy showed Vylad the whiteboard and set it down beside her on the couch. Then she grabbed his hands and dumped the bottle of disinfectant on him, hearing the peroxide hiss when it reacted to the cuts.


(Got permission to let Macy be a dick and dump a lot of peroxide on his hands without letting Vylad move. Heheh)

[Vylad Zaider]

After sitting down on the battered couch the criminal looked at his scratched up hands, who knew what infections were in the cuts. A simple flame would easily banish the pesky germs and viruses hiding in the open wounds, thus Vylad was not overly concerned about his injuries. Fire was his primary method to clean wounds since his skin was untouched by the flames, but he decided to wait until he was outside to bring forth the flames; for now he was more focused on organizing his thoughts after the fall. There was one thing that Vylad was certain about which was that once the chance arise he would vacate the old house. This house had treated him in a foul manner considering a floor broke beneath him. Looking for supplies at the possible expense of breaking limbs and falling through more floors seemed like a terrible idea. The house likely lacked supplies if Macy had already been rummaging though the place anyways. All the broken furniture and dented walls was probably best left alone to rot in silence. A groan of annoyance came from Vylad, he had really gotten his hands scratched up to the point where there were probably a couple of splinters. When he glanced back at Macy, he saw her closely examining something on his face. "What are you-" Vylad was about to ask until she took a piece of gauze and whipped the blood from the shallow cut on his cheek. "Oh, thanks," he responded. The fact that the girl he bullied was helping him now made the vagrant feel more guilty about how he mistreated her. Vylad knew he had never even apologize for everything he did, he merely left her alone. The list of what he did seemed endless, but it left out any physical abuse, he was not that bad! The criminal could only imagine what his torment did to her and if it was anybody else he could not care less, but this was the girl he liked. When Vylad heard Macy sigh, he presumed that perhaps she really did not want to be bothered with him. "Um, just so you know. I'm really sorry about what I did to you," Vylad muttered. There was sincerity behind his words, but considering the teenage boy had never apologized before he found the task increasingly difficult. All he could do was hope that it sounded alright. When Macy began whipping the whiteboard off, Vylad watched silently as Macy wrote in the red marker. Once again, everything was written in large capital letters. Now, the vagrant was not completely organized in his thoughts and for a moment he wondered what she meant up until she grabbed the disinfectant. That was when Vylad understood and he knew that acting was necessary since should his hands get doused in the peroxide then there would be a problem. Peroxide was an oxidizer and should it be spilled on a combustible object it could make fire worst. Lastly, the entire bottle would be wasted on somebody who did not need it! "NO! DON'T-" Before Vylad even had the chance to issue his warning Macy dumped the bottle on his hands. Instantly as the stinging commenced, Vylad tore his hands from Macy's grip. If the stinging irritated enough he could light his hands ablaze and there was no way the vagrant was going to burn his crush. He extended his hands in front of him, elbows bent so the sleeves of his coat fell away from his hands. Once a tone of anger hit, flames engulfed Vylad's hands which caused the vagrant to flinch for a moment. The fire that licked up front his hands did not burn his grey skin, but due to the addition of the oxidizer they were reaching higher than usual. In reaction to the flames, Vylad began taking deep breaths to sooth his anger and focused on calm the flames which gradually decreased in size. Once the fire that enveloped his hands disappeared, the criminal a sigh of relief. "You alright?" Vylad asked, glancing at Macy. "Sorry, was tryin' to warn ya, but I was little late."

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors 693 N/a

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Macy Connors]

Flames erupted in front of Macy's face. Scaring the hell out of her. She jumped back in her seat, further away from Vylad.Macy heard him breathing deeply, almost like he was trying to calm himself. She watched the flames that seamed to be coming out of his palms, it was scary but mesmerizing and she couldn't look away from it. When the flames had died down, Macy slowly grabbed her white board. After a second of figuring out what to write, she put,"FIRE?"

She gave the whiteboard to Vylad and stood up. Starting to pace. 'He is dangerous, and I cant do anything about it.' She thought. They needed to leave this house. If Vylad fell through a floor, he would most definitely set the house on fire, and that was something she didn't want to stick around for. She looked back at Vylad and studied him. 'Water. I need water.' Macy felt like a genius, all she needed was water. It was a simple rule of the world that water can beat fire, but there has to be enough of it.

Seeing Vylad had brought back so many childhood memories for her. Going to classes, and having fun in chemistry class when they were allowed to blow something up, getting shoved into lockers... But something that stuck out most was how her father was always there for her. They would always go out to the lake and challenge each other to swim races. The lake, was most certainly the large quantity of water she was looking for. But it was an hour drive from town, it would take half a day to get there. And a creepy walk through the woods at night. All Macy needed to do was ask him to go there with her.

'Wait why am I inviting him along with me? He shoved me into lockers as a kid and he has a habit of burning up. He's already hot enough and now to add that.' Macy thought. Macy blushed, she thought he was attractive. Even with the pounds of eyeliner he put on, he still grew up looking good. Macy starting turning into a tomato, even thinking about it made her blush. Red was her favorite color but she didn't want to wear it like this. Stupid Vylad. 'Focus on the lockers Macy!'

[Charlie Grey]

----- Charlie-----

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A breeze blew by, winding it’s way through the town, between buildings and around cars. It was a beautiful day even with the amount of clouds in the sky. It was a perfect day for adventure in the city. Today the young brunette had decided to try her luck in the residential district. There was bound to be some treasure to scavenge there. Another breeze blew through, lifting her hair and cooling the back of her neck. She was regretting wearing a skirt today, but it was the only thing she had clean, besides a somewhat nice top. She should have done her laundry sooner, then she wouldn’t have had to wear her nice clothes which she usually saved for when she went to the park, or planned on meeting up with someone.

Taking a quick look around, she saw that quite a lot of the houses were in disrepair, with windows blown out and walls crumbling to pieces. Surprisingly, most of the houses were still in decent condition. Charlie glanced at each individual house, trying to decide where to start, but fate decided for her. A shout came from one of the houses and she immediately raced towards it. She entered the building and began to search for the source of the noise before stopping in front of a room with two occupants. Both were young, about her age, one a girl and the other a young man whose hands seemed to have caught fire. She stood in the doorway, momentarily shocked and waited for the situation to calm down.

“Il fait chaud ici, ou bien c’est vous?”

It was an old pickup line she’d learned from a friend who lived in France. It basically translated to “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”. Charlie found it to be a great conversation starter and it just so happened to be perfect for this particular conversation. She liked to think she had a gift when it came to flirting. It was quite easy to get some of the boys in the settlement to do her bidding, which usually just included her chores if she was feeling tired or lazy that day.

“Everyone alright? I hate to intrude.”

She stood in the doorway smirking, she couldn’t help it. The scene was quite comical. The young girl didn’t seem much for speaking because she promptly picked up a small, portable whiteboard and wrote “FIRE?” in all caps on it before turning it towards the boy.

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[Vylad Zaider]

There was a sense of relief that came over Vylad when the flames withered away. The finicky control of his pyrokinesis when the vagrant found himself feeling angered was truly annoying and on some occasions it took his constant focus to keep it from flaring up when he was angry. Only on rare occasions would focus be enough to sooth the fire that would lick at his hands, which was truly unfortunate. Vylad managed to see the notepad that said "FIRE?" in the familiar red marker. Clearly she was surprised by the sudden flames that engulfed his hands, but who would not have some remote feelings of shock over the matter? "Yeah, the Maras made it so I can control fire," Vylad stated simply. He was going to say more, but he heard somebody say a sentence in French, a language he could recognize, but not understand. The vagrant glanced over at the threshold into the living room to find an unfamiliar girl standing there. This mysterious brown haired girl seemed interesting. She did not seem bothered by the fact that fire had just enveloped his hands a few moments ago, which suggested that she may be familiar with gifted. Alas, whatever she had just spoken was unbeknownst to Vylad and he merely sat there confused. French was never his strong suit since he never bothered to learn the second official language of Canada; it did not pique his interest to learn despite the uses it held. "Um, what?" It was all he could really utter in response. Perhaps it would have been an excellent idea to learn French, but it was far too late now. Once the warmth in his hands decreased and the stinging disappeared, Vylad began to look them over for a moment. Due to the sudden burst of flames, his cuts had closed a little and considering the peroxide bath and flame engulfment it was highly probably that all infection had been destroyed. Well, that was definitely one less thing to worry about. Vylad rubbed his hands against his coat just in case any residue from the hydrogen peroxide remained on his hands. He spared a glance at Macy, it appeared she stood up to pace for a few moments and hoped that she had noticed his apology. Since the fire incident just a few minutes ago, he would not have doubt if she decided not to dwell on it and concern herself over the danger. Why did his pyrokinesis have to trigger when he was mad? Vylad's attention returned to the newcomer when she spoke with a smirk planted on her face. "Yeah, it's nothin', just a minor incident," he responded casually. When the stranger mentioned intruding, Vylad shrugged in response. "Don't worry about it. It's not a problem. The fire was probably a bit of a homing beacon, eh?" His voice was more of a mutter with the last sentence. He kind of felt it was his fault for the stranger's appearance, which could still very well be a terrible thing. The criminal thought it was best to focus on the stranger; he did swear to have some remote sense of caution and mysterious teenage girls were something to be weary of during the apocalypse. With that, Vylad slumped in his seat on the couch with his arms crossed. Although it was far from a defensive position, it was comfortable to the teenage boy, plus he did not need to stand to use fire.

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors & Charlie Grey 580 Hiya~ Welcome to the thread. It be a fun time here. :3

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[Macy Connors]

Macy stood silently. Looking at Vylad in shock.


'FIRE, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? FIRE?!' Macy was beyond annoyed at the fact he could use his powers on her, but not the other way around. But her thoughts were easily pushed to the side when a girl walked in. She looked to be friendly, but that didn't mean Macy had to like her. She started speaking in another language, one Macy knew very well. French.


Her father had made her take several language classes as a kid, he believed it would help her future. She knew German, French and a tiny bit of Italian. But her extended language skills didn't help her, no it made her disgusted when the other lady turned Vylad's power into a pick-up line. Macy actually felt like hurling a little, but got mad that the female could just walk on in and flirt with the guy. The were having a moment. One that ended bad. Like fire bad. Fire isn't good.


Macy wiped off the block-letter writing she had on her new board. She moved her arm to write something down, when a brilliant thought came to mind. Why not just make little Miss. Flirt do the talking for her. Macy grinned and sent a message to the new girl. "Est-ce que vous suivez l'anglais?" Macy thought that maybe if she asked the girl if she spoke English, that she could try and keep her around a little bit longer. Then she wouldn't have to put in the effort to actually, take of the lid of the marker, and move her arm in little motions to write a letter. It was all so much work. Work she didn't want to do.

[Charlie Grey]

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Charlie had to admit that the situation was quite comical. It seemed like something out of a book. She couldn’t help, but let out a giggle. Her smile faltered slightly when the boy gave her a confused look, sighing. Her pickup line had been completely wasted. If only more people spoke French. He responded casually, despite his hands having just been on fire. It may not have been unusual for people have powers these days, it definitely wasn’t common for people to randomly catch fire. Charlie kept her cool though, nodding in response and turning towards the young woman.

Before she had the chance to speak, a foreign voice entered her head. It spoke in French, asking her if she spoke English. An expression of confusion crossed her face before she noticed the grin upon the other girls. She smirked again, impressed despite the small jolt of pain that ran through her head. Some people got to have all the fun. Charlie bowed jokingly, just barely suppressing a laugh.

“Oui, madame. Je parle Anglais”

She straightened up and smiled at the other girl, giving her a wink. It seemed only fair to flirt with both of them. The more the merrier.

“It wasn’t so much the fire that brought me here as the shouting that followed. I just wanted to make sure everyone was alright. I didn’t mean to interrupt you two lovebirds. I’ll leave you two to get back to, whatever it is that you were doing.”

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[Vylad Zaider]

The shock on Macy's face was obvious to the criminal, clearly the last thing his crush had been expecting was for him to be capable of lighting his hands on fire. Perhaps this merely meant that Macy had few run ins with gifted folk if his pyrokinesis was a major shock to her. Common to Macy's usual composure from what Vylad had seen, she merely stood there in complete silence. The male teen could not help, but wonder if the Maras had mutated Macy to make her mute. That would truly be quite a shame since speaking via white board was quite inconvenience. Meanwhile, it appeared that the girl who had just entered the room a few moments prior did not seem nearly as shocked. Vylad looked at them both for a few moments before standing up to look at the damage he had created again. Creating a giant hole that led from the second floor to the bottom was definitely a strange accomplishment, but if anybody decided to live here for whatever reason they could always have a second way up and down. It was merely a simple ladder away. He scratched the back of his head with mild shock at what he had created. However, his attention turned to the girls when the one began to speak French again. The word madame was instantly noticed since even Vylad could tell that this mystery girl was referring to Macy, however, what stuck out was how it appeared to be a replied. This only added to the ravenette's confusion, especially since the white board message had not been changed. A look of confusion came upon Vylad's face, but he decided not to question it and merely shrugged then shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat. There was no need to panic, up until the mystery girl referred to them as lovebirds. Originally, Vylad had thought nothing could possibly fluster him after a full four years of crushing on Macy, but it appeared he was wrong. It felt as though his face had suddenly been lit on fire even though Vylad was quite aware he had not done that. The criminal's control over the ability was questionable, but he would definitely not literally light his face on fire. His heart sped up at the notion, he was completely fine with the concept, but unfortunately it was the exact opposite of true. From what the ravenette knew, Macy hated his guts for what he did to her. A faint blush was on Vylad's face as he picked his words for an answer. "L-lovebirds? Umm, it's nothin' like that. Heck, I'm pretty sure we aren't even considered friends," Vylad explained awkwardly. He was definitely not prepared for anything like this. It was strange that he could keep his calm lying to his brother, but yet something like this could make him somewhat lose it.

I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin Macy Connors & Charlie Grey 483 It's all good. Appears that things are getting interesting. :3

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