New Jersey! {openz!}

[♦Ginger♦]

A girl with fascinating silver hair stepped off out of the cab. She headed toward the Holiday Inn to check in. She planned to stay at least three weeks here and study her victim. Should he decided to leave.. Well she would have to follow. Everyone stared at her it was obvious that she was a mutant. Even of she got a tattoo that said "I'm mutant" her hair would still be the biggest thing that showed up. The women at the desk looked at her with disgust. It made no sense.. Why they were jealous... At last cats didn't get so defensive about jealousy and prejudice...

She looked at the lady with her eyes. And told the women her name and that she had the reservation. The women grunted and pulled out a keycard. Then gave her a whole speech about check out time and well. Pretty much telling her not to dirty the floors with her mutant powers.

The girl placed the key in her pocket and carried picked up the bag she had carried in with her and placed on the floor to get the key. She then headed for the elevators remembering her room number. When she got to her room she placed the back and card on the bed. Unzipped her bag and went through. Sorting out between the weapons and clothing and necessity products. Luckily she carried small things.

She pulled out a nice white skirt and a shirt with spaghetti straps. That also happened to be white. She slipped off her clothing from earlier that week and folded it up. Then she slipped on the white clothing. She placed a blade on her thigh. The most obvious to place a blade. She placed a dagger under the lining of the skirt. Then finally slipped a small blade into her hair. Which was held in place with a hairband.


She rezipped the bag placed it under the bed. Grabbed her room key and headed out the hotel room. She went down the elevator right into the cab. She spoke boldly for the cab person to drive her to High Twenty.

After dealing with traffic and moments of yelling form the cab driver. They had reach the club with fancy lights. Celeste got up not even bothering to pay the cab. Even with him yelling behind her. She just shot some ice and aimed for his mouth.. Which it successfully missed. Though did scare him to shut up. To her gratification.

She walked into the club moving her hair this way and that. Making sure they knew she was a mutant. So it just happens this was a club where the very few free mutants ended up hanging at.

As soon she was in the song that was blaring on the base hit her. Making her think of hos ridicules people deal with such loud music. She went over and sat on a stroll as far from the blaring base a possible. She ordered a margarita. When the lady went to ask her for her idea. Celeste just flashed her eyes at the women. Who quickly skippered away. It absolutely made no sense.. How the humans were scared of mutants.. It was just threats.. But then was it really?

She waited calmly in the little corner she picked. She watched as different mutants either used their powers to get what they want or just danced and aimed to have a good time. All seemed to be around her age. A bunch of rule breakers.. The whole lot. Probably fought to stay invisible.. Yet showed off their powers at this specific club.

The lady soon came back with the margarita. Which Celeste didn't touched.. At all.. Just played with the stick part with the fruit. Admiring the salt on the surface of the glass. It seemed to be a marvelous design.

The drink was cold and she made the liquid in the glass ever colder.. So cold that the glass froze to the brim of the salt. To have the salt molecules prevent total freezing.

With the margarita completely froze. Celesta turned around and watched the crowd looking for the one who was meant to be her target. She would watch from afar. That's how it always worked.

[flameh]

A teenage boy stood in the corner of the crowded club, his green gaze studying the dance floor. The boy was clothed in his signature black and white leather attire, with a yellow scarf around his neck. Rabbit finally laid eyes on a pretty girl dancing on the floor and pushed off the wall. He made his way over to the girl, the colourful lights illuminating his red hair. He smiled as he approached the girl, amongst the writhing bodies on the floor. He didn't bother giving a name, he just began dancing with her, just another nameless face in the crowded club.

[♦Ginger♦]

She watched the bodies getting closer and closer. He body rejected wanting to be touched. The only touch it had ever received was of pain and rejection... Except that one moment.. Holding Angelo.. Her body quickly recovered itself and hardened. As she picked herself up from the stroll and walked over to the bodies. Easily moving this way and that to dodge them. Sweat, power, and bodies smelled in the air. Horribly disgusting.. Yet welcoming at the same moment.

Picked a random guy who had normal black hair and a goofy smiled. She danced and swayed with him. Him trying to talk to her.. She ignoring every word and focusing on two things. Her victim and the music. It was sweet and kind the way it moved her. She soon got lost in her thoughts.

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[flameh]

Rabbit was floating through the sea of people, dancing with anyone and everyone. His endless energy didn't let him stay with one person to long. There had been a few people, guys and girls, who had tried to get him to stay, but he just brushed them off and moved on. He loved the club scene, it was a place to just be himself, and let his energy control him.

[♦Ginger♦]

Celeste soon found herself actually enjoying the moment of dancing. She got bored of course. That was easy in the club. She stopped dancing with the guy and went to wander off. Mostly to make sure she knew every exit that existed in the place. She was required to do it before.. But honestly she wanted to take a calm moment before taking any sort of action. She went back to the bar. The cup looked to be still frozen.. Apparently it froze more then she thought. The glass looked to be frozen to the bar. Just to test her new found theory she went over and tried to pick it up. Yep.. Frozen to the bar. She pulled her power of unfreezing and circulated breaking the frozen molecules. The glass ended up shattering make her hand bleed and burn. She grumbled her her voice as she removed her hand and walked over to were the napkins were kept.

She moved frantically to remove the blood that came and came out fast. Complaining the whole time. When she was finally done wiping all the blood there was two large scratches on the palm of her hand. Disgusted by her own blood she made a noise as she threw away the tissue.

She turned back to the dancing crowd sighing. She had a mission to complete.. That's why she was here.. She was meant to gather information.. To study and figure out where the boy was located. She stared at the crowd not really paying attention to each individual. She debated on whether or not to just leave and come back when everything died out.. She wanted fun.. That was something she never got from the facility. She always got punished. Though she discovered it was her methods.

She shrugged off all these thoughts, she looked down at her hand that wasn't bleeding anymore. Then looked up with fierce rebelliousness and headed into the crowd. She knew the only reason she was here was because information she had gathered from sources said he hanged out here occasionally.. Though she also knew she came here to have fun. She picked a random guy to dance with. Soon she began switching partners.. Then it happened.

She switched partners not really paying attention.. Her hands didn't sting anymore. Not with the adrenaline rush she was getting from the beat. The way that everyone pressed against her body and moved with her. When she switched it the first thing she could tell that it was him.. By his yellow scarf. She followed him only half paying attention. She was too busy taking in details of his body and comparing it to the paper work. The guy had the yellow scarf. It was in all the pictures. Not only that but he was red headed and this guy was to. Soon her thoughts became lost in herself as she realized the guy was a good dancer. She knew that he had to have had experience fighting somewhere down the line. He was that good of a dancer. She could easily follow. She was trained under many watchful eyes. She just used her blade talents.

When it rounded the end of the song. She realized she would be remembered... Her hair was a silver off color.. She was way to easily spotted. She knew not what to do... The best she had was to flee.. Dye her hair.. Or something.

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[flameh]

Rabbit was shifting through an endless list of nameless dance partners. He was completely lost in the music, until he came to a girl with bright silver hair. He became intrigued, she was rather pretty and seemed to be a good dancer. He moved closer and began dancing across from her, flashing her a sparkling smile.

[♦Ginger♦]

Celeste suddenly felt the target press his body closer and closer to hers. She knew she would have to make a choice and now. She debated on whether to run. Simply spy and wait for the right moment. She debated on just killing him here and now.. But he probably had friends.. She just didn't expect to find him this quickly.. It was only suppose to be once in a while. She felt suddenly this new song came up. Remedy by Little Boots. She hadn't heard the song before and it had an awesome beat.. One she just couldn't by pass. The next thing she knows she going deeper and deeper into the dance. Feeling herself being pulled.. Harder then ever before. Then it happened he flashed her a smile. She flinched. She suddenly stopped dancing looking at him confused.. Feeling her heart pulse ever more.. She knew this was not good not good at all. She couldn't.. Ever. Again. Angelo.. She flinched once more just thinking his name. Her mind flashed of all the blades she had hidden in her clothing. She could do it now.. It would be so easy.. Yet her mind.. It couldn't focus.. The song.. It just seemed to pulse..

The song.. It just seemed.... So ironic.. She found herself breathing harder.. She was dancing with the enemy.. She.. She.. Felt alive... Suddenly breathing hard from the sweat and bodies. The song ended... It changed to a different song.. She suddenly backed away and started coughing. Blood came out of her mouth. Reason.. Honestly who knows.. Probably just her losing her mind. She turned and ran toward the exit near the bar. Her mind racing.

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[flameh]

Rabbit lost himself to the pulsing beat coming from the speakers in the club. He had his green eye focused on the girl across from him. He thought she was beautiful, and wished it was quieter so he could ask her name. He was going to ask her to get a drink during the song change but she bolted. Before she did, he saw her coughing and blood seemed to have came out. He quickly pushed through the crowd, following her. He wanted to make sure she was alright.

[♦Ginger♦]

Celeste pushed open the door and went outside. It wobbled back and forth behind her. She started coughing up blood on the side walk. It wasn't much it was still disorienting. She had dealt with this... Well all the time since the age of thirteen. She gave a groan as she whipped her mouth. She whipped the little blood left on her mouth the side of her legs.. Being that to wipe it on her white skirt just wasn't going to work out. "Well.. That just ended up perfectly."

[/color] she said silently to herself, staring at the concrete and at the dead bugs.. That rats probably ate an. She finally bother to take notice of the neighborhood.. It was similar to that side of town you wanted to stay away from. She knew why.. It was to make the mutants blend in more. Poor people asked no questions.

She gave another small cough.. but after that it seemed to have gone away. She walked over to a wall and leaned against it.. Deep in thought. Not sure what to think.[/blockquote][/size]

[flameh]

Rabbit followed Celeste outside. He was worried about the girl and wanted to make sure she was okay. He was extremely concerned when she began vomitting blood. "Are you alright?" he asked, approaching the girl.

[♦Ginger♦]

Taking deep breathes Celeste heard the door swing upon. She slowly looked at who came outside. Though even before seeing the red hair or yellow scarf she knew... She knew deep down he would follow her out. He asked her a simple question.. One she could not find the answer to. She stared at him taking in every little detail. His small stature.. His cute face... It made no sense.. Why was she ordered to kill a person her age? Why couldn't she be sent to kill big leaders? Why some stupid kid.

As he approached steadily closer she decided it was time to get out of there. It ought to be high time she kill the guy. It was her job. Before she could think anymore on the subject she felt herself getting nauseated and doubling over. Apparently bleeding in her hand and the blood she spit out wasn't helping her too much. She gave a small groan and then forced herself to stand up straight and pretend to be perfectly fine. "If you were smart.. You would walk right back into that club and try to never see me again."

[/color] she said simply... She forced herself off the wall.. She then turned from him and started heading down the street. Hoping he would not at all follow.[/blockquote][/size]

[flameh]

Rabbit watched as she doubled over and he stepped even closer. He registered her words and thought about them. His mind was telling him to listen, but he couldn't let the sick girl walk away alone. Against his better judgement he ran to catch up with the girl. "I'm not leaving you alone" he said "you're obviously not well."

[Shadow]

The streets were pretty muggy, and the smells emanating from the club were pretty revolting to Elizabeth. Glancing over her shoulder, she let out a small sigh. She had thought that her mission would be easy - find Rabbit and bring him back to the Order, since he couldn't be bothered to report to his General. Circe had been ticked and had personally asked Elizabeth to deal with it. She was about to pluck up her courage and enter the club through a back window when she heard something nearby. Lizzie thought that it must be Rabbit's voice, since it was vaguely familiar to her. Making her way around the building, Lizzie peered around a corner and saw Rabbit with a girl that was unfamiliar to her. The girl had silver hair, like Lizzie, and she felt a sort of nostalgia when she looked at her. Do I really not know her? I feel like I should. Elizabeth thought. Her head began to throb suddenly, and she winced as she touched her temples. Get it together. She told herself sternly, walking out into the alley towards Rabbit.

"Is something wrong here?" She asked in her quiet, silvery voice.

[♦Ginger♦]

Celeste felt frustrated when he heard the guy's footsteps follow her. Why did the boy not get the idea? She was to kill him.. Yet like a puppy dog he was following her. She turned around and went to speak a complaint about how he was dumb or something. When someone came out of the shadows behind him.. Any words that Celeste were about to say got swallowed... She looked at a girl that looked similar to her.. In fact extremely similar.. Like.... She flinched not even thinking of the girl's words as she spoke.

Celeste mind was focusing on something familiar. It brought a memory.. It was a picture and information... Her head suddenly started throbbing.. There was a name on the file info. She concentrated hard her head hurting intensely. It tried to remember the name on the profile. One she once held dear.. That deep down she still held dear.. But there was some sort of blockade.. It was like a black wall of some sort.. "Your that girl..."

[/color] Was all that she could get out.. She was just so focused on placing the name from the file. She momentarily forgot the boy she was meant to kill.. [/blockquote][/size]

[flameh]

Rabbit looked towards the source of the familar voice and noticed someone from the Order standing there. "Hey Lizzie" he said, smiling at her. "I was concerned because this girl started coughing up blood" he explained. He cursed himself mentally for not asking the pretty girl's name.

He finally registered the words that came from the silver haired girl. "That girl?" he questioned "do you know each other?"