Hey, say fugitives - - - all fugies welcome *

[daniel markus thorne]

ON A MOUNTAIN HE SITS
N O T O F G O L D , B U T O F S I N

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There were fugitives. That traveled in packs. That didn't leave on the East Coast. To say Daniel was stunned would be the understatement of the century. Mind blown? So much better. He couldn't help but reflect on the fact that this was exactly what Tally had wanted. Meet up with other fugitives. Gather forces. War. Bloodshed. She wanted things to die. If she didn't watch herself, she was going to turn into a very small, very stubborn brunette shifter. Dan had never had the pleasure of encountering said shifter, but he heard stories. Plenty of them, and none of them good. But enough about that. Having recently encountered another band of traveling fugitives, Daniel had invited them for a meet-up. Seeing as they were planning an attack on the shifters, it would be helpful to have a few more buddies along for the ride.

Despite being a people person who greeted new fugitives with warm smiles and teasing, Dan was feeling nervous. These weren't some dunderheaded breeders who had no idea what life was like beyond their cushioned (yet torturous) walls; these were fugitives. Just as hard and wild as he. And if there were women in that pack like Tally... boy was he screwed. Force that thought away. Not helpful at all. Dan raked a hand through his hair, turning west to face the trees. There would be fugitives coming from that forest any second now. Without humans in the way, the forest had grown right up to the first of the skeletal frames marking all that was left of one of their beloved cities. Dan had never thought that depleting some of the human population was a bad idea. Breeding them in captivity was taking things a bit too far, though.

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WORDS :: 296
TAGS :: Any and all fugitives.
NOTES :: Can we keep posting light? I want to get as much done as we can, which tends to work better when the thread isn't miles long. And participation (instead of members running scared) would be nice too.
MUSIC :: "From Yesterday" - 30 Seconds to Mars

[tally evane kentmore]

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Tally blinked, momentarily forgetting where she was. She couldn't remember falling asleep.. and she was pretty sure there shouldn't be sunlight hitting her face. The breeze was soft and warm -- almost comforting. Then she shook the sleep haze from her mind, and everything became clear. Right. She was on the West Coast now, where no matter how horrible things were up East, it always seemed sunny and perfect. Weather wise, anyway. Tally had always been rather gifted in the art of multitasking; she could stand up, stretch her one arm behind her head, and use the other to stifle a yawn all at the same time. She was surprised to find that she'd been sleeping a chair, instead of a bed of pine needles, and decided she needed to take a moment to find her bearings. Abandoned city. Building. Marching toward the shifter camp. Last night, Daniel had said something about running into another band of traveling fugitives. He'd asked for them to meet him. Yes.. she could remember everything clearly now.

Repressing another yawn, Tally wandered over the window. She combed her hair back with her fingers as she looked out at the forest (which, in the absence of humans, had all but taken their city). From her perch, she could see Daniel standing all by himself, alone with the trees. A bitter smirk played across her face. I knew it, she thought dryly. Another thriving band of fugitives? Too good to be true. He probably ran into one, and he or she's already jumped ship. It wouldn't surprise Tally if that were the case. Their proposal was to build an army and march on a force that, once the sun went down, would not only greatly out-number them, but also be ten times stronger. One might call Tally crazy for entertaining the notion that this could work, but she didn't care. She was tired of sitting around and waiting for things to get better. No one wanted to join her? Fine. She had Daniel. She had her switchblade. Tally believed she had everything she needed. Still, someone ought to break the news to Daniel.

Sighing, Tally kicked the glass pane out of the window, saying a silent prayer of thanks for the sneakers on her feet. She'd found them the night before, and, coincidentally, they matched her favorite shirt (which, at one point, had no doubt been the favorite shirt of either a vampire or shifter). Her window was two floors up, so it wouldn't be a long fall to the ground. Then again, she couldn't stand on the sill of that dinky little window. Ugh. Such troubles. Tally swept her hair back, gathering it a ponytail which she tied with the rubber band around her wrist. It was amazing what you could find when foraging through an abandoned city. Then, biting her lip, she squeezed onto the sill in a crouch. Tucking her head, Tally half jumped, half fell from her perch, plummeting headfirst toward the ground. She executed a flip in midair, unfolding her legs just in time to catch herself in another crouch. Her brow furrowed. That was Tally's reaction to impact or pain of any kind - frowning, never wincing.

Straightening up, Tally adjusted her shirt - it had ridden up, and she liked her shirts stretched down as far as they could go - and turned to Daniel. "No one's coming," she said simply, always the depressing realist. But it was true. Who - besides Tally and the ever-faithful companion Daniel - would want to go on such a march? It was a suicide mission. Tally was distracted from that dismal (although to her, it wasn't as dismal as it should have been) thought by the realization that it was warmer outside than it had been up in the skeletal building. It was actually quite stuffy under her jacket. She unzipped it, letting the sweater hang on her shoulders.

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WORDS :: 666 (Tally's the antichrist xP)
TAGS :: Dan and the Fugies (doesn't that sound like a band name?)
OUTFIT :: clickit here?
MUSIC :: "Search and Destroy" - 30 Seconds to Mars <3333
NOTES :: You want short posts? Don't give me Dan of the Pretty Graphics.

[rochelle elise blanchard]

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"Shelly, 'm tired…" The soft, mumbled words broke the slender brunette from her thoughts, and she sighed quietly, her gaze falling to the young boy - who was practically a male carbon copy of herself - who, at present, was clinging to her hand. Gavin was a tough little guy at fourteen even though he had yet to hit his growth spurt, but every once in a while, he slipped into whiny baby brother mode. Since it was such a rare occurrence, ( and he was so darn cute when he was in that particular mood ) Rochelle put up with it and coddled him like she knew he was secretly hoping she would. Today was no different. Without a second thought, she dropped to a crouch, and her companions took advantage of the momentary pause in motion, stopping to catch their breath or gain their bearings while she motioned for Gavin to climb on to her back. He did so quite happily, and the brunette rose to her feet and turned back to look at her companions all in one smooth motion. Glancing at the tired faces in front of her, Shell was quick to note that James and Melissa, the chosen leaders of their merry little band, looked twice as worn down as everyone else. They had insisted on keep watch every night while the rest of the group slept, and it showed.

She raised her eyebrows in a silent 'everyone good?', doing a mental headcount as she waited for nods of assent from her friends, her heart lurching in her chest when she realized that two people were missing - Cameron and Linsee. Rochelle knew that the twins could take care of themselves just fine, of course, but she was tremendously fond of them both, and when she thought about the fact that they were in unfamiliar territory at the moment... It made her extremely nervous, to say the least. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to relax. "If something happened to them, you would know about it." She thought. "They're probably lagging behind just to be pains, or they've got something up their sleeves." Oh, Shell hoped to God that they didn't have some kind of prank planned. Usually, she was right there in the thick of it with them as far as pranks went, but in the excitement of discovering that there were fugitives who lived on the eastern coast, she hadn't had the time to sit down and just chill with her friends for a minute or two. She sent up a quick, silent prayer, begging whatever powers there might be to keep Cameron and Linsee from causing a riot right out of the gate. Adjusting her hold on Gavin - who was asleep - Rochelle continued forward.

While half of her brain was focused on walking in the right direction, the other half was focused on the meeting that was about to take place. How did her little family look to outsiders? Melissa and James were the oldest, the parent figures, and looked the part. They also looked like they had been living as fugitives for quite some time, and if she had to guess, she'd say they were in their late twenties to early thirties, age-wise. Serena ( who Shell knew was twenty-four ) was the next oldest, and one of the toughest of the group despite her delicate appearance. Caleb and Melanie were both a couple years younger than Serena, but still in their twenties. Caleb also had quite the crush on Melanie, though he had yet to say or do anything. Both were beginning to gain the same hard edge that James and Melissa already had. Jeremy, however, was an entirely different story. He had just turned eighteen, marking his tenth year as a fugitive, and yet Rochelle was baffled by the fact that he still looked as if he had escaped from the shifter colony just yesterday. Until one of his friends was threatened, that is - then he was a whirlwind of fury. And that left Linsee and Cameron, ( wherever they were ) plus herself and little Gavin. What a ragtag group they made.

Hefting Gavin further up on her back, her grip on his slender legs tightening just slightly, she bit her lip, blue eyes scanning for a break in the trees. Shell's gaze was captured by a splotch of dark brown against tan, something out of place amongst the deep browns and greens of the forest. A grin, small and tired, but still bright, pulled at her lips. Daniel was waiting for them, just like he'd said he would. She glanced over her shoulder at her friends before quickening her pace. Anxiety gripped her the second she made it out of the forest and spotted the dark-haired woman standing next to Daniel, talking to him. Rochelle nearly recoiled, the aura of hatred and malice emanating from the woman was that strong. This had to be the Tally he had spoken to her about yesterday. Even from the side, she looked intimidating. Swallowing hard, the brunette trudged forward, her mind already made up. It was too late to turn back now. "Daniel!" She called, then gently jostled her brother awake. "C'mon Gavin, we're here." He opened his eyes and lifted his head, mumbling unintelligibly under his breath. "Guys, this is Daniel. Daniel, these are the west coast fugitives."

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TAGGED! Daniel and the Fugies ( because I like the name so much xD ) STATUS! finished~ WORDS! 903 NOTES! I tried to keep it small, honest. Also, I apologize for the third paragraph, I just wanted to make sure that everyone had a general idea of what the western band of fugies is like. Click the names to see what everyone looks like, if you're interested. Gavin, Jeremy, Melanie, Caleb, Serena, James, and Melissa. LYRICS! The Strength to Go On, by Rise Against OUTFIT! click hurr babes CREDIT! moi, aka ellie or ELLIEPANTS FTW ?! of Caution 2.0. i put a lot of hard work into perfecting this layout - steal it, and you can bet i'll grab a spork and hunt you down.

[cameron michael dejane]

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DRAIN ALL THE BLOOD AND GIVE THE KIDS A SHOW
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Leave it to Cameron to be late for a very important date. Rochelle had been hyping this up ever since returning to their little rag-tag band the previous evening. She'd been all excited and gushy about meeting up with this dude named Daniel who co-lead another band of fugitives who were supposedly visiting them from the East Coast. She'd been bouncing up and down at his side when she told him that they were supposed to meet the other fugitives on the morrow. Cameron couldn't recall seeing Shell that excited since the day she'd come back from their raid having found Asher. He had to admit, he was pretty excited himself. Other fugitives. Crazy. He didn't know they would naturally gravitate toward each other, especially with all those wild animals up in the Appalachians. Or.. that's what he'd heard through the rumor mill (in other words, Linsee of the Crazy Made-Up Stories). Whatever. He was pretty stoked about meeting these fugitives, and he wanted to be on time to impress them.

But then he slept late, and couldn't find his pants. And then Linsee was having trouble walking on her messed-up leg. Linsee had no trouble finding his pants, of course. If there was any chance to prove that she was better than her dim-witted twin brother, she took it. Cameron was begging to wonder whether or not she'd hidden his pants, just to make him look bad. Even though there was no one left for him to look bad in front of. By the time he and Linsee were all ready to go, - Linsee gathered up in Cameron's arms because he didn't want to have her walk all that distance on her bad leg -, all the other fugitives were miles away. Or.. mile. According to Shell, they weren't that far off, but it would be a decent walk. Thus he and Linsee set off, Cameron in the direction he could've sworn Shell had told him to walk, and Linsee calling him a dunderhead and pointing him in the complete opposite direction. You know, the usual twin brother and sister stuff. The older twin's brain is conditioned for them to believe that they're right, while the younger twin, in an act of defiance, refuses to admit that they're wrong.

At long last, the twins caught up with the rest of their procession. Unfortunately, that happened to be at the same moment their procession ran into the other band of fugitives. Well... two of the other fugitives, anyway. There was a dark-haired man whom Shell was offering an rather enthusiastic greeting, which meant he had to be pretty cool. But Cameron wasn't paying attention to the dude - who, according to Shell, was named Daniel. His gaze was locked on the brunette standing off to Daniel's side. Being a hormonal teenage male, that was where his gaze tended to gravitate. Well groomed, elegant features, and yet, she carried herself with an air of unquestionable authority and confidence. She didn't look too happy, but Cameron wasn't worried about that. He'd proven on countless occasions that he had a natural charm and an unfailing sense of humor. (Not that he's cocky or anything...)

Linsee must've spotted the woman too, for she immediately barked, "Cam, we're here now. You can put me down." Her tone suggested she was trying to impress the other woman with her own authority. Cameron rolled his eyes. Linsee could be quite the egomaniac. "Yes, your royal highness," he quipped, tone dripping with sarcasm. Nevertheless, he set her down. She stumbled a bit on her feet. Cameron reached out to steady her, but she slapped his hand away. "I'm fine," she said coolly, righting herself. Cameron shook his head as soon as Linsee turned away and couldn't see him, muttering a "sure" under his breath. To Shell, he said, "Sorry we're late. I overslept and..." Cameron trailed off, realizing that his next choice of words - "I had a pants emergency" - wouldn't fly in present company. He then turned to the Daniel dude, extending a hand for the man to shake. "Cameron." He half expected Linsee to push him out of the way and introduce herself, but his twin sister behaved, waiting politely for the eastern fugitives to greet everyone as they would instead of trying to come off as important.

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tags:: fuges words:: 753 outfit:: boi be stylin' notes:: claire's on a leave of absence, so I'll play Linsee for her.
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[daniel markus thorne]

ON A MOUNTAIN HE SITS
N O T O F G O L D , B U T O F S I N

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Nothing out of the ordinary was going on in the forest. No movement from anywhere. Daniel heaved a sigh, propping his elbows on the building he was leaning against and settling in to wait. Rochelle - at least, that's what he remembered her name being - had seemed so excited when she learned of his existence. She would be there. There was no doubt in his mind. It might take her a while, but she'd be there. Keep telling yourself that, the pessimistic half of him nagged. If he ever listened to that half, there was no doubt in his mind that he'd end up killing himself. Thankfully, the voice was silenced by the rather theatrical appearance of Tally. She broke a window, then proceeded to flip out of it and land gracefully on the ground. Daniel's eyes flew open wide. He applauded her for a brief moment, unable to smother his sarcastic, joking nature. "Perfect ten. You even stuck the landing." That one would probably earn him a smack on the head, knowing Tally. Or she would go and sour his mood. Whichever. She ended with the latter, by telling him no one was coming. Daniel's brow creased in a slight frown. "Maybe if you gave them time to show up, they would."

Silence fell between them. Daniel returned his gaze to the trees, wondering why Tally always had to be a downer. Then he felt bad, because that wasn't true. She was the one who believed strongly enough that humans had the right of the land that she was willing to go to war and die for their race. Daniel knew that Tally had hated almost every runaway breeder she'd met so far, or claimed to. Yet there she was, risking her neck to save them, and most of them hadn't the faintest notion of her existence. Nevertheless, when Daniel caught sight of movement in the trees, and a familiar Rochelle head peeked out at him, he couldn't help turning to Tally with a smug look on his face. "I'm sorry.. who's not doing what? The fugitives aren't coming?" Daniel, the great instigator. One of the few people stupid enough to provoke Tally. Or perhaps he knew she couldn't bring herself to hurt him and took advantage of the fact. Or Tally was just fun to tease. But he had to admit, he was relieved to see the fugitives emerging from the woods.

Their band was a lot larger than the one Daniel traveled with. So far, their numbers consisted of himself, Tally, Shay (who had insisted hunting was more productive that going out to meet a bunch of fugitives who would most likely be no help to them), Jasmine (who was too shaken by her recent near-death experience on a raid to make an appearance), and Tallulah (whom Daniel had the feeling Tally purposely kept in the dark because Tallulah was a frail child to begin with). He felt slightly dwarfed in the presence of the slightly larger body, even though one of their members was a child who couldn't be a day over fifteen, and was most likely younger than that. Rochelle called his name, and the child on her back stirred. For the first time, Daniel saw the similarities in their facial features. He had an idea of who the back-riding child was. As to the identities of the others, he was lost.

Rochelle closed the distance between them, her fellow west coast fugitives in tow. She introduced Daniel to the group, but made no mention of Tally, whom she had to have recognized. Daniel distinctly remember describing Tally to Rochelle, for the soul reason of not being able to shut up about her to save his life. Though she had no way of knowing it, that was probably a smart idea on Rochelle's part. If Tally knew Daniel couldn't stop talking about her, he would never hear the end of it. But he had a group of fugitives to become acquainted with. "Thank you, Rochelle." He stepped forward, leaning in toward the child holding fast to her back. "You must be Gavin. Your sister told me about you." Straightening up, he let his gaze pass over the others. "I'm sorry.. she didn't mention the rest of you. I'll have to get your names."

While Daniel made his way around the circle shaking hands, another boy and girl pair joined them. These two were older, broaching on twenty. There were some minute similarities in them that lead Daniel to believe they were brother and sister. The belief was confirmed when the girl snapped at the boy to let her down, as the boy had been carrying her. Though he'd never had a sibling of his own, Daniel had grown up alongside Tally, and she used to treat him the exact same way. Still did, as a matter of fact. He had to smile at the two. They must have been twins, as they were obviously close in age. Once the girl was free of her brother's grasp, she faltered. Daniel reached out to catch her, as did her brother, but she managed to right herself. It was then that Daniel noticed the scar on her leg. He could only imagine what had left her with that. No time to thing on it, though. The boy stepped forth and introduced himself, after some snappish remarks toward his sister that made Daniel smirk, as Cameron.

Daniel took Cameron's hand and gave it a nice, firm shake. "Daniel." Because he was feeling personable, he added, "'S nice to meet you. Nice to meet all of you." Then, just so Tally wouldn't be offered the opportunity to turn her back on them and wander off, Daniel reached behind him, grabbed the elbow of her jacket (which was actually his, he noted), and gave her a gentle tug, a gesture for her to join him. "This is Tally."

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WORDS :: 1010
TAGS :: Any and all fugitives.
NOTES :: You guys asked for it.
MUSIC :: "From Yesterday" - 30 Seconds to Mars

[tally evane kentmore]

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With wide eyes, Daniel applauded Tally's surprisingly graceful decent. Tally had always feared she would one day wake up to find herself running into everything, her depth perception and hand-eye coordination failing her. So far, that day had not come. Years of hunting deer had trained her to do everything with agility and balance, the result looking rather similar to a ballet. Dan, always amusingly sarcastic, applauded her briefly before making some quip about her sticking the landing. Of course I stuck it, Tally mused. I'm me. She didn't say any of this out loud, though, for that was just the reaction Dan would've wanted. Instead, she chose to kill his joy and turn toward the woods, settling in as silence fell over them. It seemed that nowadays, more silence passed between them than anything else. While Tally was comfortable with silence, even at ease, it bothered her that she and Daniel couldn't talk straight about things... even though that was mostly her fault.

And look there! She was at fault again. The west coast fugitives begun emerging from the trees. They were still too far off to hear it when Dan turned to Tally, a look of smug triumph on his face, and teased her. Smirking halfheartedly, Tally gently kicked the bottom of his shoe, mumbling, "Shut up." She then pressed her lips together, folding her arms across her chest. If there was one thing Tally was good at, it was retreating into herself. She was the only person - excluding present company - whom she could trust with everything. Her gaze traveled over the fugitives on their way to join them. The one in the lead had mousy brown hair that looked like it was due for either some washing or brushing. From the way she carried herself, Tally had to assume this was the "Rochelle" Dan spoke of. Tally couldn't help but notice how the other brunette regarded her with an almost cautious expression. A single eyebrow raised in amusement. Sick as it was, Tally did enjoy being feared.

Clinging to Rochelle's back was a boy who couldn't be more than fourteen years, though he looked younger. Tally took one look at the boy's soft features, relaxed in momentary slumber, and fell in love. She'd never encountered a child so young, and something told her that most would drive her up the wall with their whining and misplaced sense of self-importance, but this boy was so... so... adorable. Tally was filled with the sudden urge to run up, gather him in her arms, kiss his forehead, and tell him everything was going to be all right. She shook her head, forcing the urge away. She'd learned plenty over the course of her life, one of the most important lessons being never to get too attached. Everyone died in the end. Instead, she directed her attention toward the other fugitives, sizing them up.

There was one brunette woman and one dirty blond man who were undoubtedly the oldest. Their faces and eyes betrayed a hardness and wisdom far beyond their years. There was something almost parent-like about their looks. Next, there was a blond with wild curls, who had at least five years on Tally, if not more. She walked with the same quiet grace as one might find in a deer. The two after her, one boy and one girl, were almost polar opposites in appearance. The boy had dark hair and dark eyes. The girl had lighter hazel eyes and a mess of blond hair that looked almost artificial. Tally didn't know why, but she got the feeling the blond was a walking cry for attention. The boy spared her a glance every few seconds, and Tally sensed a spark between them. She herself sneaked a glance at Dan. He'd always been decent looking growing up, but now, he was quite the head-turner. Tally felt her cheeks grow warm and hastily looked away, willing her face to harden again.

Finally, at the extreme end of the fugitive line, there was another dark-haired boy who looked to be the only one, excluding Rochelle and the boy on her back, who was younger than Tally. Despite the boyishness, Tally decided he was what one might call gorgeous. He didn't look like he'd been a fugitive for too long. The only factor that kept Tally from believing he was a fresh escapee was the manner in which he walked, which closely resembled an animal stalking its prey. Tally look an immediate liking to him. But it wasn't until then that the thought occurred to her. Most of the west coast fugitives were older than herself. No worries, she thought. If they talk down to me, I'll soon teach them not to. Realizing how evil that sounded, she quickly took a deep breath. Calm, Tally, she told herself. These people are friends.

Tardy to the party was another pair of dark-haired fugitives - one boy and one girl. There were some startling similarities in the two, and they looked to be about the same age. Twins, perhaps? The suspicion was confirmed when the girl ordered her brother to put her down. Tally smirked. She had a feeling she'd take a shine to these two, especially based on the brothers reaction. She allowed herself a barely audible chuckle. Then the boy stepped forth and introduced himself to Dan as Cameron. Tally locked that name into her memory, along with Gavin, whose name Daniel had already been able to place. Tally had to wonder, just how well did he and that Rochelle girl know each other after one meeting? Rochelle had seemed a little enthusiastic in greeting him...

She didn't have time to think on this. Daniel had grabbed her by the elbow of her jacket - which was actually his... - and was dragging her forward, introducing her to the other fugitives. Damn, she thought. Too late to run away now. She repressed a grimace and stood close to Daniel, feeling oddly out of place among the other fugitives. She was determined not to let this show, however, so she brushed her hair back and held her chin up, though not so high as to seem pompous. What she would've given to have Shay here, and not off hunting deer. Or rather, what she would've given to be hunting deer with Shay and not here. Growing up away from civilization made her awkward around people. For some reason, Daniel seemed more at home in a crowd. How she envied him of that. "Hi," she greeted, not bothering to reintroduce herself.

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WORDS :: 1121
TAGS :: Dan and the Fugies
OUTFIT :: clickit here?
MUSIC :: "Search and Destroy" - 30 Seconds to Mars <3333
NOTES :: You've been Zee - BSed.

[rochelle elise blanchard]

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Rochelle knew the second Cameron and Linsee caught up to the group. Most people might think that a rustling sound coming from behind told of something more sinister, but being the strange person she was, the brunette made it a habit of committing to memory the sounds that each of her friends made when they were walking. It was how she knew when Asher was around, though she had yet to actually see him since their day in the pack caves. She still couldn't believe that he had willingly hid her for a full day despite the fact that they both knew exactly what would happen to him if Ember ever found out. Shell felt her eyes prickle with hot tears just thinking about the fate that had befallen her best friend ( something that she still partially blamed herself for even after Asher had forgiven her for running away ), and shook her head slightly. "You do not want to cry right now. Asher left you a post-it note a couple days ago, he's fine." She told herself fiercely, the whispered words causing the moisture in her eyes to recede. Her emotions under control, she felt her lips curl into a smile at the sight of Daniel leaning nonchalantly against the side of a building, a smug look coloring his features. Rochelle didn't have to hear what he was saying to know that Tally had thought no one was coming. The beginnings of a smirk tugged at her mouth. If she had anything to say about it, it would be the last time the young woman underestimated the group.

She greeted Daniel, but not Tally. Not only did she not feel comfortable addressing the older girl by name, she also had the feeling that she wouldn't quite like the idea that she had been talked about to someone, least of all a stranger that she knew nothing about. Her gaze shot to Tally as the thought crossed her mind, and Shell immediately noticed the raised eyebrow. Did she like the idea that she scared people? Pursing her lips, she studied Tally for a moment longer, and saw a shift in the older girl's dark eyes when her gaze moved to Gavin. She had to bit her lip to keep from smiling. Gav had a knack for melting even the hardest hearts - if there was a way to get to Tally, then it was definitely through her little brother. With that particular thought stored away for later use, and her mental tangent complete, she turned her attention back to Daniel, nearly laughing out loud when he thanked Rochelle for introducing him. He was so weird, but he was also funny, and not half bad as far as looks went, so she forgave him for the weirdness. He also got bonus points for telling Gavin that she had talked about him, since the fourteen year old's face lit up like that of a kid who had just discovered that Christmas had come early. He tightened his grip on her neck. "Didja really, Shelly?" He whispered. Chuckling, she helped him slid off her back, then turned and gathered him up in a hug, rubbing noses with him. "Course I did, Gav."

Gavin smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and Shell beamed. There wasn't anything on earth better than a hug or a kiss from her little brother. Not yet, anyway. "Pleasure, Daniel. I'm James, and this is Melissa, Serena, Caleb, Melanie, and Jeremy." She heard James say, obviously introducing each person while he shook hands with the young man. Glancing up, she watched as her friends shook hands with Daniel, watching their expressions. James and Melissa seemed a bit wary, which was expected - they had known Gavin and her parents since her brother was a baby, though, so they trusted Rochelle's judgment. Serena, Caleb, and Melanie all looked excited about meeting new fugitives. She stilled when Daniel reached out a hand to Jeremy, however. He shot a glance her way, a slight frown pulling at his mouth, and for a long moment, she held her breath, afraid that he wouldn't take the proffered hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly in a silent 'don't screw this up' warning, and Jeremy grudgingly turned his gaze away from her and shook Daniel's hand, though he was still frowning. Blowing out the breath she had been holding, she rose to her feet. She should have expected this, but Shell had been hoping Jeremy would realize how important making a good impression was to her, and would behave himself. If the past thirty seconds were any indication, however, the next couple of days would be rough. And that was putting it lightly.

Gavin tugged on her pant leg, pulling her from her thoughts. "What's the matter, Shelly?" It was amazing how little he missed. Smiling faintly, she ruffled his hair. "Nothing, really. Don't worry about it, 'kay Gav?" A small pout marred his adorable features, but when she was quick to bend at the waist and drop a kiss on the top of his head, he let it go, and Rochelle relaxed. He was only fourteen - he didn't need to be worrying about inconsequential things like Jeremy's crush on his big sister. It was about that time that Cameron and Linsee finally joined them. Apparently, her hearing had gotten better, if they had been that far away when she heard them coming. Or maybe Cameron had just been walking slower than she thought. And then Linsee decided to break the morning calm by sharply ordering her brother to put her down, effectively drawing everyone's attention to her. Rolling her eyes skyward, Shell turned to glance over her shoulder at the two, merely observing as they went through their usual older twin, younger twin song and dance. If she didn't adore Linsee and Cameron so darn much, she might be annoyed by their silly antics. But she did, so she wasn't. Flashing Cameron a sympathetic smile, her brain immediately kicked into prankster overdrive when he left his sentence unfinished, and her grin turned wicked, her eyes flashing with mischief. Oh, there were so many ways she could finish his apology for him.

Chuckling quietly, Rochelle reached out and ruffled his hair ( she couldn't help it, Cameron's hair was like a magnet for her hand ), still grinning from ear to ear. "It's fine. I know Lins had a hand in it." Linsee always did. Anyone who thought that the older DeJane twin was an innocent party in anything that went wrong didn't know the girl. Shaking her head, gaze openly affectionate, she watched Cameron step up and introduce himself, surprised that Linsee wasn't trying to talk over him for once. At least she had figured out that it was a good idea to be on her best behavior. And speaking of people who couldn't behave... "Can we trust them?" Shell frowned, angling herself away from Jeremy. "Yes, Jeremy, we can. It's not like they're vampires or shifters claiming to be human-friendly. They're fugitives, just like us." Resisting the urge to push her hands through her hair in a rather violent manner, she refocused her attention on Daniel, which earned her another frown from Jeremy. When Dan tugged Tally forward, she was quick to step up and be the first to offer her hand. "Nice t' meet you." Offering Tally a friendly smile, she tried for a compliment. "Tally is a really pretty name." Once Tally shook her hand ( if she decided to ), Rochelle tucked both her hands into her jacket pockets, surprised when Gavin shoved between her and Jeremy, stretching out his hand to the older girl in a rather un-Gavin-like move. "Hi. M' name's Gavin."

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[cameron michael dejane]

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From the look of things, introductions had already been made. Cameron felt a tad on the foolish side, showing up now carrying a shouting twin sister and interrupting the proceedings. He hoped he hadn't ruined the east coast fugitives' impression of Shell. "East coast fugitives" meaning the two that were present, anyway. However, Shell let him know all was forgiven by ruffling his hair. She had a habit of doing that. It was almost as though Cameron's hair were a magnet for her hand. Cameron didn't mind so much, apart from the fact that it scatted his locks in a disarray and made him look sloppy. He tossed his hair, swiping his fingers through his bangs to settle them back into place, chuckling at Rochelle's comment on how Linsee must have had something to do with it. He could hear Linsee doing that indignant gasp thing that she did just off his shoulder. "I beg your pardon!" Linsee half fumed, eliciting more chuckles from Cameron. Completely ignoring his twin sister, Cameron addressed Rochelle. "You bet she did. She hid my pants." "I did not!" the older twin cried. Cameron had no doubt she would've slapped him upside the head if it hadn't been for the brune man stepping forward and shaking Cameron's extended hand, which he'd offered over Linsee's shrieks.

Daniel was what the man introduced himself as. Behind him, Cameron heard Linsee gulp. He bit his lip to keep from smirking. Daniel had a nice, firm handshake, and he seemed to ooze confidence. In retrospect, the dark haired woman he reached behind himself to tug the jacket of oozed something closer to malice and anger than anything else. Hm. Perhaps the regular Cameron charm wouldn't be enough. Daniel introduced the woman as Tally. Cameron repeated the name in his head, locking it into his memory. She'd been watching the goings-on with a stony face, void of any kind of emotion. It was the kind of look that suggested she'd seen way too much over the course of her life. Cameron had to wonder just how much. She couldn't be any older than he, but he couldn't tell by outward appearance whether or not she'd grown up in a colony. Maybe she'd pulled a Linsee and peeked into a hospital when the humans were being feasted upon. Whatever it was, something about Tally intrigued him. She greeted Cameron's little procession with no more than a "hi," and again, Cameron was left wondering. From the greeting, it didn't sound as though Tally were too excited to be there.

Linsee didn't seem to care either way. She finally pushed passed Cameron, throwing herself into the mix. "Linsee DeJane," she announced crisply. "Pleasure to meet you, Tally and Daniel." Linsee must've known somehow that if she extended a hand, Tally wouldn't shake it, for she kept her arms dangling at her sides. Cameron rolled his eyes at his sister again, and it was probably not the last time he would do so. If Linsee's ego could somehow be converted to food, there would be enough to feed all the starving children in Africa. He gave her a sharp nudge with his shoulder, accompanied by a warning glare. "Lins, cool it." Unlike his sister, Cameron realized that this was a big deal. They had to make a good impression on the east coast fugitives. Not just because the other fugitives might tolerate them, then, but also because either Rochelle, Melissa, or James would kill them if he and Linsee didn't behave. The twins, along with Rochelle, had a reputation for causing mischief wherever they went, but considering Rochelle had been the one to organize this meeting, Cameron had a feeling she wouldn't back them up if the two got into trouble.

Rochelle didn't look like she was paying attention to them, though. She was too busy trying to get Tally to shake her hand. Shell's hand hung in the air, a compliment passing her lips. Cameron looked over at Tally, wondering if flattery would get Shell anywhere. Tally's face betrayed nothing he could see. Then the entire clan's little brother Gavin stepped forth, doing the most un-Gavin-like thing one would ever see. He offered Tally his hand as well, pushing both Jeremy and Rochelle out of the way to get to her. Cameron couldn't help but smile down his inferior. Though the boy was at least five years older, - Cameron was cursed with a terrible memory and could not, for the life of him, remember the boy's age -, Cameron though of him as a buddy. After all, Shell had a best friend who was five years older than her. Why couldn't her little brother share the same experience? Cameron only knew about Asher because he'd stumbled upon one of the post-it notes she'd left for him and confronted her about it. As far as he knew, Cameron was the only one aware of Shell's secret friendship. He'd take her secret to the grave.

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tags:: fuges words:: 868 outfit:: boi be stylin' notes:: fail of epic proportions.
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[daniel markus thorne]

ON A MOUNTAIN HE SITS
N O T O F G O L D , B U T O F S I N

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Teasing Tally was a stupid idea, Daniel decided. She must have felt ashamed enough after that comment about the fugitives never coming, only to have them arrive the second the words left her lips. Okay, not the exact second, but shortly afterward. However, the words were already out. He couldn't take them back -- only brace himself for the worst. He imagined she would give him a thwack on the back of the head, a classic Tally move. Instead, she did nothing more than kick Daniel in the ankle and mutter a halfhearted "shut up." Daniel quirked an eyebrow. "Who are you, and what have you done with Tally?" he asked, noting the smirk and the manner in which she folded her arms afterward, almost as though she were retreating into herself. Well, not almost like that, but like that. Daniel had seen that look plenty of times. It was the look that meant Tally was either deep in thought, or in pain. Not the "I'm bleeding from the head with a stomach ache!" kind of pain, but the "my heart's being pulled in ten different directions at once" kind of pain. That look had scared him ever since the first time he saw it -- the time she nearly threw herself off a cliff.

Bad idea. He forced the thought from his mind in time to stop the memories from rushing in. Now was not the time or place to dwell on such things. He had company to greet. .. Or the company would greet him. Whichever. He did his best to return Rochelle's warmth when greeting her, though he didn't have to try very hard. Just the fact that she was there in itself was enough to keep him beaming from the remainder of the week. And not just because she'd brought her little band of fugitives with her. They had a plan. It was amazing, how two people could hit in off on the first meeting, but in a world where the second time you saw someone, they were in a casket floating down the river, you got to know each other pretty damn fast. Daniel then greeted Rochelle's little brother, Gavin. He seemed deeply pleased with the thought of his older sister telling a stranger about him. Rochelle slung him off her back to collect the little guy in her arms. She gave him an Eskimo kiss. The moment felt so intimate and private, Daniel felt like an intruder on a family reunion. However, he couldn't bring himself to look away. Then came the flashback. He was sitting on his mother's lap way back when he was barely old enough to stand, and she was giving him the same Eskimo kiss and look as Rochelle was giving Gavin then. A lump formed in Daniel's throat. He swallowed it and continued on his way.

It was the dirty blond man - who had to have at least ten years on Daniel, if not more - whom he shook hands with first. The man introduced himself as James, and went on to introduce the younger fugitives gathered around him. Daniel remembered what his father had always told him. "Son, when you shake a man's hand you need to look him straight in the eye and give him a firm handshake that lets him know you mean it." Whatever "it" was. Daniel decided staring someone down was considerably creepy, but he did hold the other fugitive's gaze for a brief moment before continuing down the line, shaking hands. James and Melissa both eyed him warily, as if any moment now, he might explode into a ball of fur or lung at someone's throat with protruding fangs. They had obviously been living separate from the colonies for quite some time. Whether they were born in the wild like he and Tally, Daniel couldn't tell. However, he immediately respected their seniority, and felt awed by their presence. The woman with wild blond curls - Serena -, the dark-haired man - Caleb -, and the Barbie blond woman - Melanie - all looked excited to see him. Daniel offered each of them his patented charmer smile. Then he reached one who looked like he was fresh from the colonies. A boyish, angular face stared back at him. It was more of a glower, and the boy then shot a glance in Rochelle's direction, as if wordlessly asking her permission not to accept his offered hand. In the end, he surrendered and gave Daniel's hand a shake. Since he happened to be a male himself, Daniel understood the gesture immediately. He couldn't help but smile, though fought the chuckle rising. Leaning forward, he whispered just loud enough for the boy opposite him to hear, "Don't worry. I'm in love with someone else."

The exchange was interrupted by the arrival of another bother/sister duo. This pair proved to be quite entertaining. After the boy went up to Rochelle and trailed off in his apology, Rochelle got this look of mischief, like there were way too many things she could have tacked onto the end of the boy's statement. She settled for ruffling his hair - They must be close, Daniel thought - and telling him she was sure Linsee - and that was the name of the girl, no doubt - had something to do with it. To confirm Daniel's suspicion, the girl behind the boy - who would introduce himself as Cameron to overpower the sounds of girl's indignation - gasped in response to the mention of Linsee. Cameron and Linsee. Definitely a pair to watch. Daniel got the feeling that should he find himself lacking in entertainment, he could hit either one of them up. Daniel distracted himself from the antics of the twins to drag Tally into the conversation. He knew from experience that if he didn't get her involved, an innocent deer would die. Besides, he and Rochelle couldn't very well carry out their plan if Tally wasn't there, could they?

Brave Rochelle went above and beyond the call of duty, being the first to extend a hand specifically to Tally. She's not going to take it, Daniel thought. A little on the morbid side, but it was the truth. Tally's pride got the best of her, sometimes. Still, he clung to the hope that the presence of older fugitives might encourage her to behave, and she might yet shake Rochelle's hand. While he waited to see what would happen, Daniel planted himself at Rochelle's side. Now entering phase one of the operation, he mused, slipping his arm around the brunette's waist. While he was doing that, Gavin surprised everyone by pushing past both Jeremy and Rochelle to offer his hand to Tally. Daniel drew a sharp breath, with every intent of holding it. This should be interesting.

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WORDS :: 1,153
TAGS :: Any and all fugitives.
NOTES :: heh. Still easing my way back into hardcore posting.
MUSIC :: "From Yesterday" - 30 Seconds to Mars

[tally evane kentmore]

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Daniel made a remark that left Tally wanting to kick him again, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He should know perfectly well she was capable of being light-hearted and joking every once in a while. Sure, she had a history of being aggressive and the last time she'd cracked a genuine smile had been at least three years ago, but... well. No "but"s. She could definitely see where he was coming from. Tally set her jaw defiantly and tossed her hair back behind her shoulders, gazing with hawk eyes toward the advancing shifters. The best thing about their little "horde" was the fact that the one in a lead - whom Tally had no choice but to assume was Rochelle - cast a glance in Tally's direction that displayed fear. Well, more aversion than fear, but Tally relished the moment. She was careful to do no more than raise an eyebrow, as she didn't want to set off the fugitives as soon as they arrived. Considering the two older ones looked like they might serve as parental figures toward their younger followers, Tally didn't want to incur their wrath. Not that she wouldn't have one of her standard rebellious teen (taken to the extreme) responses ready to fling at them if she did, but she was only just rid of nagging parents three years ago. She couldn't honestly say she missed the nagging aspect.

Once the introductions began, it was quite easy for her to fade into the background. Tally was more than happy to watch without a single glance in her direction as Daniel stepped forth and immediately commanded the attention of every fugitive present. Him and his damn charisma. If you put that man on the North Pole, he'd make friends with the polar bears. Tally seized the opportunity to size everyone up, formulating her prejudiced opinions while Daniel went around the circle shaking hands. He ran into a bit of a roadblock with the dark-haired boy... Jeremy, the "alpha male" - for lack of a better term - said his name was? How odd. Tally had never seen anyone reluctant to warm to Daniel. Then the boy's gaze flickered to Rochelle, and Tally knew why. A smirk curled the corner of her mouth. How cute, she thought. He's disillusioned himself into thinking anyone else would possibly want that brunette waste of space. She proceeded to mentally slap herself across the face. Where had that come from? Still.. it was entertaining. Rochelle wasn't completely hideous when it came to looks, and Tally was positive she had a magnificent personality once one got to know her, but Jeremy shouldn't expect any competition from Daniel. He wasn't the best at asserting himself around women. If he liked Rochelle in the least, Rochelle would likely be the last to know.

Little Jeremy's bad attitude did not go unnoticed by Daniel. He leaned forward to whisper something in the boy's ear. Tally strained to listen, but she couldn't make anything out. Unlike most bozos, Daniel knew how to talk without being heard. When you grew up around parents with keener senses than birds of prey, it was either that, or go to bed without supper every night. As if that weren't enough, the disruptive twins arrived, cutting short the exchange. Tally might have built up an aversion to the two just for that, if it hadn't been for their redeeming sense of humor. Both looked to be around her age - another promising factor. The boy wasn't half-bad looking either. But.. he seemed to be another one of Rochelle's "pets." Meaning he stood there and took it while the brunette ruffled his hair. He quickly mussed it back into place, then carried the conversation right along by telling Rochelle that his sister had hidden his pants. Tally shook her head, not provoked enough to chuckle, but feeling the statement deserved some show of appreciation. A smirking head shake would serve that purpose. Meanwhile, his sister fumed indignantly behind Cameron. Oddly enough, Tally couldn't hear when Daniel whispered something to Jeremy over dead silence, but she could hear Jeremy perfectly well over the blathering of a dramatic teenage girl.

With narrowed eyes, she angled herself toward Jeremy and shot him a death glare. Would you like me to give you a reason not to trust us? she thought, but kept the thought to herself. Unlike certain others, she knew to behave in the presence of company. So far, the western fugitives had been less than impressive. Daniel saved her from her slew of negative thoughts by dragging her into the circle, putting Tally on the spot by introducing her. The female twin stepped forth and greeted Tally, identifying herself as Linsee. There was no hand offered, as if she knew Tally wouldn't accept it if there were. Tally looked the other girl in the eye, offering her a slight nod of approval. It was good to know not everyone present was dull as a brick. That did not apply to miss Rochelle, who bolted forth at Tally's introduction and threw out a hand. Either she was trying to gain Tally's approval with the compliment on her name, or she was seeking to appease the older fugitives present. Tally's gaze flickered first to Rochelle's face, then to her extended hand, then back to her face. The hand remained untouched. "I certainly like it," was all she said on the matter. She was tempted to glance at Mama and Papa Fugie, to see their reactions to her. However, over the years, she'd learned that adult fugitives never showed you anything, so there was no point in checking.

Besides, how was she to focus on crusty old fugitives when an adorable younger boy was reaching out to her? To tell the truth, Tally just about melted when Gavin pushed his way out from behind his older sister and his older sister's overly-protective boyfriend wanna-be. Nothing betrayed this but the momentary softening of her facial features. Her eyes didn't light up, she didn't start squealing (though she considered it), and she didn't start cooing at him in a baby voice (if their positions were reversed, Tally would most likely punch the person speaking in the face if they spoke to her like that, and while she was many things, - namely aggressive and opinionated -, she was not a hypocrite). She did feel like the luckiest person on Earth, for some inexplicable reason. In the end, Tally did no more than take his hand, give it a gentle shake (while looking him in the eye), and say softly, "Tally." She then glanced up and happened to see Daniel standing with his arm around Rochelle's waist. Yeah. That elated feeling? Gone. Dead. Completely erased. All of a sudden, she was back to wanting to rip something's head off. There would be blood in the forest as soon as they finished up here. She cleared her throat. "So Daniel," Tally began in a pur, one thing that could only mean danger for whomever it was directed at, "Did you tell your new friends about our plan?" She angled herself toward the line of western fugitives, particularly the oldest two. "We're marching on the shifters. War. Bloodshed. We'd love it if you'd join us." Her tone was enthusiastic, a false beam plastered on her face.

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WORDS :: 1262
TAGS :: Dan and the Fugies
OUTFIT :: clickit here?
MUSIC :: "Search and Destroy" - 30 Seconds to Mars <3333
NOTES :: I do so love being a killjoy. x]

[jasmine]

Out of all the days to be late, huh? Daniel, Shay... everyone she knew had been talking about this nonstop the day before and she had to go and sleep in. Jasmine quickly threw on a pair of leggings, and a t-shirt that said Love on it. She jammed her feet into her shoes, literally and ran out the door and into the woods. Tally would kill her - this would be her second screw up. Though, Tally only knew of her first one, or at least Jasmine hoped so. Jasmine ran through the trees and into the deep section of the forest. She looked around and finally spotted Dan and Tally.

"Dan! Did I miss anything?" she asked hoping she hadn't. She looked around at all the other fugies. She couldn't believe it, she had just embarrassed herself, and badly. Jasmine blushed bright red. She looked at her feet, avoiding anyones eyes. She sat down and stared at the grass. "Sorry...I didn't...I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to yell, I didn't mean to be late.Honest."

[linseed]

Linsee hadn't been paying attention at all. She was silently plotting ways to get back at Cam for dragging her along to this little shindig, and it was going to go so far beyond pants-hiding that it wouldn't eve be funny. Actually, that wasn't true- it would be high-larious, but not to Cameron. Which was fine. Desirable, even. Good.

"Cammy, darling brother of mine, may I have a word?" She said sweetly to her twin, taking him by the wrist in a deceptively gentle-looking grip that, in truth, probably could have crushed small bones. She saw him open his mouth to respond and she beat him to it. "No, it can't wait. Outside, please?"

Without giving him a chance to respond, Linsee dragged her twin to a less populated area. Before saying a word, she kicked him swiftly in the shins. "That is to ensure that you never carry me anywhere again," she said coolly. "Now, what are we doing here? Because I'm sure you explained like, ten times, but I wasn't paying attention, so explain again. Pretty please?" She added, turning on the big sister charm. She may have been older, but Cam sure as hell was the mature one. She realized that behind them, the meeting or whatever had already started. Oh well. She didn't care- she just wanted the short version so she could go... well, home wasn't the right word, she supposed.