snap. crackle. pop. [lend]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/hv7b6s.jpg] Madeline ducked into the forest, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was following. While she didn't currently have troubled planned, she was ever vigilant. The last thing she wanted was someone catching wind of any of her plans, especially if it was someone in the mood to turn her in. At the moment, however, the coast seemed to be clear as she quickly made her way down a familiar path. Years ago, when she had first started attending Silas, she had managed to get lost in the forest while running from a rather angry jock who had found himself on the wrong end of one of her pranks. She'd darted between the trees in an attempt to hide, and an hour later when she was sure it was safe to come out she had spent more time than it should have taken to find her way back to the grounds. She had, however, stumbled across a particular, wide clearing whose location she was determined to never forget. Five years later Maddie was making her way back to that very same clearing. She had found it made for an excellent test site when she was working on something a little more complex. Pushing her way through one last bush, she entered the clearing and dropped her bag on the ground. She then bent down to open the middle compartment, revealing a large collection of assorted firecrackers. The smirk on her face was downright evil as she pulled out a few and fished a packet of matches out of her pockets. What the girl would eventually use the firecrackers for she was unsure. They would come in useful at some point though. What was important now was that she tested them out. She'd had to send away for them, picking the package in the Willowbrook post office to be sure they wouldn't be confiscated upon reaching the school. As she lit a few and threw them into the air, arching towards the other side of the clearing, she waiting expectantly for the loud pops and cracks they were supposedly guaranteed to make. She wanted to know they hadn't been messed up during shipping, and as they snapped and crackled around her she was pleased to see that it had been money well spent.

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[thedig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend was in an average Lend mood; slightly hyper with a touch of excitement. He had had high expectations of this place and he had not been disappointed. The professor had told him- Wait, I can hear you say, what professor? Well, I can honestly say that no-one had ever come across him before apart from his immediate family. When Lend had run away from home, he had wandered London for years before the professor had come across him. Lend was in the form of a cute-looking street kid, but the professor wasn’t fooled; he could see Lend’s power. He took Lend in, cleaned him up, then told him that he would be sent to a school for kids with powers, like him. Lend had a vision of a fire, water, ice, bullet and just about everything-proof building, before he was jabbed in the thigh by a needle and he passed out. He awoke in his room a couple of hours later. So here Lend was, in his second week of Silas. He had been wandering the grounds as a tiny girl before realising that a professor was going to hunt him down for illegal entry. Quickly phasing back to himself, he slipped into a forest and found a little clearing. He was still recovering from his flashback when a large firecracker smacked him in the head before landing at his feet, fizzing and threatening to explode. He glimpsed the firecracker-er at the other end of the clearing and ran towards her, his hoodie hood up to avoid shattered pieces of stuff. “This is great!” he yelled at her before standing beside her, every so often squinting and blinking out the spots in his eyes. He was going to wait for the ruckus to end before introducing himself, he decided as he rubbed the bump on his head. 308 words, outfit

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[Madeline Parker]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/hv7b6s.jpg] The disturbance of her solitude was unexpected. She had been so careful! But in her excitement to test out her new toys, she hadn't banked on someone already being in the forest, ready to overhear her. Firecrackers weren't exactly quiet, and while she was far enough from the school to have the sounds not draw too much attention, catching the attention of someone near by was much more easily done. The numerous popping had masked the sounds of approaching footsteps, so when a guy a few years younger than her emerged on the other side of the clearing, Maddie couldn't suppress the swear word fast enough. At least watching him get conked in the head brought a smug smile to her face. The rest of her energy was focused on glaring at the guy as he dared to walk over to her. Possessively she stepped in front of her bag, arms crossing over her chest as she gripped the matches a little too tightly. Narrowed, blue eyes were full of suspicion as she continued to glare at him, her jubilant mood shifting so quickly it could have given someone whiplash. Her voice was cold as she eyed the boy, cold fury demanding an explanation of why he was here. Unless he did something to redeem himself fast, he would undoubtedly be finding himself on the wrong end of one of Maddie's more vindictive pranks. "Can I help you?"

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[thedig]

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[Madeline Parker]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/hv7b6s.jpg] His fright was visible, which cheered Maddie up slightly. Usually if fear was shown, it meant the person wasn't going to actively try and get on the wrong side of her temper. Quite the contrary, those who were fearful generally tried to flatter their way back into her good graces. The girl quite liked flattery. Which is why her glare softened a bit at his words, though she was still suspicious. There was still the matter of making sure he told no one what he'd just caught her doing, especially a teacher. For a long moment she simply watched him, staring him down and waiting to see what he would do next. If there was one thing she knew, it was that teenage boys were unpredictable, especially when around pretty women (yes, she was vain enough to acknowledge her own good looks). She had been watching him intently enough to catch the blush in his cheeks, and that too made her temper simmer down a little as she uncrossed her arms. Maybe he could save himself after all. Or not... The moment his fingers brushed her arm she jerked it back, running her other hand over where he'd just touched as if trying to brush away cooties. Not that Maddie believed in cooties or anything childish like that... She simply did not enjoy uninvited contact; she preferred it when people did not invade her personal space. She also did not like when people suddenly decided to impersonate her. When she'd looked back up she had found herself staring not into the face of a teenaged boy but into the face of herself. The imitation was so accurate it was like looking into a mirror. She would have been quite insulted had a small voice in the back of her head not noted how useful appearance replication could be. So she settled for being annoyed while wondering if it would be possible to turn this idiot into her own, personal decoy. Maddie's eyes had narrowed again as she inspected the new form he'd taken on, going so far as to circle him like he was a piece of prey. Her expression was thoughtful, calculating, as again she stood before him. But her eyes will still cold, and as her hands found themselves placed on her hips she did nothing to make herself seem less intimidating. In fact, she answered his mocking question with such bluntness that it was hard to tell that her mood had slightly improved. "As a matter of fact, you can. Speak of this," and here she gestured towards the firecrackers, "to no one and turn back into someone else."

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[thedig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Oh, she was mad. Lend stood stock-still like a rabbit caught in headlights as she prowled around him. He quickly thought about what had happened, and how he could get out of it... So she liked pranking, or fireworks, or loud things, or messing with people. And he could imitate them, or get them into trouble, or make them do things that they wouldn’t. Maybe he could wangle a partnership with her... or she could use him. Lend gulped and flickered back to himself. His real self. He then mimed zipping his lips, locking them and throwing away the key. “Ahem, so, I was thinking, er, as you circled me, I was thinking... You like- pranks? And I can replicate anyone who I touch. So, you could use me, right? All I would ask is that you don’t get mad at me!” he bargained riskily. He smiled like a cute puppy and flicked into the queen of England. Yes, he had shaken her hand when she had visited his town one time, back when his family was still intact... “How about her? Legally, not allowed to do anything bad with her- there was this guy who showed me these rules and stuff- but still, useful, right?” He smirked and flashed back to himself. Hopefully the girl would take him up on his offer. 223 words, outfit

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[Madeline Parker]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/hv7b6s.jpg] The boy shifted back to what she assumed was his usual appearance, considering it was the look he'd been wearing upon first approaching her. The change did not do much to ease her agitation though. If anything, she thought he naturally looked like a cheeky young boy who liked nothing more than annoying everyone in his presence. Okay, so maybe that was a little harsh and a little biased, but he wasn't exactly doing anything to win his way back into Maddie's good graces. The fact that he thought he could just ask to be her lackey was a rather large mistake on his part. Clearly he was new around here because he seemed to not know her reputation. His questions were based on assumptions (judging by his tone) and the sudden change into the Queen of England and wild suggestions had her staring at him incredulously. The nerve of some idiots. Removing her hands from her hips, she crossed them over her chest again, eyes icy with a glare. Oh, she would use him alright. It wouldn't be on his terms though, and it would likely be when he least expected it. Maddie played by her rules and her rules alone, and she wasn't about to submit to the will of some child. "I'm from New York," she snapped, automatically dismissing his queenly disguise. While it would most likely be something useful (and was rather on the nifty side of things), it was not something she had any sort of personal use for. If she needed someone impersonated, chances are it would be another student, possibly a professor depending on the circumstances. And as for the rest of his pleas, she feigned innocence, dismissing him without so much as giving him a small chance. "And I don't know what you're talking about."

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[thedig]

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[Madeline Parker]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/hv7b6s.jpg] Surreal was probably a good way to describe this situation. It was not every day that someone approached her and asked to join her little band of trouble makers. She was no stranger to having people pleading with her to help them get back at someone and there were of course the number of accusations she would render null and void with a little help from her power... But even Nic hadn't outright asked her to be a lackey back when they'd first met. His flattering but hopeless crush on her was simply being exploited given it caused him to cater to her every whim. Lend, however, seemed more determined than most to get into her good graces. He was certainly trying to sell his ability, to talk himself up. And, as much as she absolutely hated admitting it, his little reverse psychology ploy was working. Ooo. Maddie knew exactly what he was doing too; it was a technique she had employed many times over the years (especially in the presence of her father). Which is why she felt her resolve crumbling. She was still suspicious, yes, but she was warier now. Damn him and his intriguingly useful power! Of course, the blond wasn't about to give in just yet. She was smarter than that, and she needed to level the playing field. Better yet, she needed to once again have the advantage. Maddie liked playing by her rules and her rules alone. If she did agree to let him sign on, it would not be because he wanted to. Which is why she took a different approach to slowly roping him further into whatever ideas of grandeur he might have had. She needed information first, needed to know if he knew exactly what he was getting into. Her question was still cold, but now it held the more formal note of an interview. That slight change was enough to signal that she might have been considering giving him a chance. "What, exactly, do you know about my reputation?" For she did have a rather extensive one.

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