Upon reentering the boat, Richi and Aryess could still hear the bickering of the "team" of who should be the leader. Sighing once more, Richi snapped his fingers, and black hands emerged from the walls of the cabine and shut the mouths of everyone who was talking. As if it were rehearsed, almost everyone shifted their eyes over to Richi to glare at him. He snapped his fingers again, and released his now-silent teammates. "Before we spend the rest of the dia arguing," he began, "shall we head to Georgia first?" After some grumbling, mais arguing, and almost burning to death, they all consented. With a nod from Richi, Scotch closed her eye and transported all of them from the barco to the airport. After a large amount of money spent on tickets, the group boarded the plane flew to Atlanta, Georgia.
~Several hours later~
As the team exits the plane, they all try to get over the slight jet lag they obtained during the flight. Entering the lobby of the airport, they notice the fact that it was completely empty, but give no concern, as it was near 4 in the morning. Out of nowhere, though, a faca flies toward Zephyer, missing him por only inches. As if on cue, the team stops, only to notice the amount of people coming out from behind their hiding spots. "Well, this is a nice welcoming committee." muttered Nic, who was now completely alert. "Have a nice flight?" asked one of the men, who seemed to be the leader. "And you are...?" began Vika, who was completely unfazed the the large horde of thugs. A different thug stepped forward, putting on brass knuckles with a smug face on. " We're on a need-to-know basis here, girlie! All you need to know is, you're in for the beating of a lifetime. Get 'em, boys!" All at once, the thugs all charged, each confident they were going to win. "Well, I do need the exercise." stated Richi with a smirk. And with that, the ass-kicking began.
...Theses need to be longer....
~Several hours later~
As the team exits the plane, they all try to get over the slight jet lag they obtained during the flight. Entering the lobby of the airport, they notice the fact that it was completely empty, but give no concern, as it was near 4 in the morning. Out of nowhere, though, a faca flies toward Zephyer, missing him por only inches. As if on cue, the team stops, only to notice the amount of people coming out from behind their hiding spots. "Well, this is a nice welcoming committee." muttered Nic, who was now completely alert. "Have a nice flight?" asked one of the men, who seemed to be the leader. "And you are...?" began Vika, who was completely unfazed the the large horde of thugs. A different thug stepped forward, putting on brass knuckles with a smug face on. " We're on a need-to-know basis here, girlie! All you need to know is, you're in for the beating of a lifetime. Get 'em, boys!" All at once, the thugs all charged, each confident they were going to win. "Well, I do need the exercise." stated Richi with a smirk. And with that, the ass-kicking began.
...Theses need to be longer....
Arcineh
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack or just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can mover at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back fogo on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, or his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing mais Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
