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Post by mjaryn on Jul 5, 2009 20:10:18 GMT -5
Location: Gary, Indiana
Date: June 25th, 2009 Malin was honestly a true Michael Jackson fan. He loved his songs and his dance moves. And thanks to his ability he knew his dance moves. His ability was Adoptive Muscle Memory. He loved to dance a lot. It was nearing mid-afternoon, and Malin was about to just sit down and watch some television. Turning it on, his jaw dropped. The King of Pop had died. So suddenly, so tragically. Malin couldn't believe what he was seeing or hearing. The king had died about an hour ago from a cardiac arrest. Malin was heartbroken. His idol was gone from this world. Malin sat still on the black fabricated couch. His eyes didn't blink as he stared at the screen that was showing the ambulance with Michael being pulled out in a body bag. This was totally a joke the press was playing on the world. It had too! But immediately Malin knew he had to act. He was going to be Michael's tribute. He knew all the dances and all the songs. He was a great singer. So he could actually do what he was thinking. He went to his bedroom and dug in his closet for his Thriller coat. Putting it on, he grabbed a white glove and the boom box from of his dresser and stuck it in the pocket of the coat. He left the house and was ready to perform. He was going to perform the Thiller. He walked down the block, where he knew it was going to be busier. Setting the boom box down on the sidewalk, he pushed play. Thriller had begun. He made sure it was loud for the crowd and himself. He stepped away from the music player. He looked down to his right as put himself in the starting position. He then started bobbing his head up and down. As the singing of Michael's began he also began. He was doing the Thriller dance and ripping up the dance floor(sidewalk) with his moves. He was smiling as he let his ability take control and do these moves. In Loving Memory of Michael Jackson |
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Post by futurestephen on Jul 5, 2009 21:34:21 GMT -5
Stephen teleported to Gary, Indiana, or well, he went back in time from future India. He had gone to the future to get some of his stuff so he could settle down in the present, so pretty much all he had was his sword that he had bought after learning how to use one.
Stephen walked around Indiana, he had decided that he might get Tonya something while he was still here, he looked around for awhile, wondering what she would like, when he saw some guy dancing to Micheal Jackson music.
"Oh yeah, he died around this time." Stephen said, remembering reading it in a newspaper he had found when he was younger.
Stephen wondered how this guy danced so well when all of the sudden he felt himself using an ability he hadn't used in awhile, Muscle Mimicry.
"Ah, he's a copycat." Stephen said, guessing this guy had just watched a lot of videos with Micheal Jackson dancing.
Stephen decided to join the guy, he didn't know the exact lyrics but he could mimic the dance moves. He stood next to the guy and started to do exactly as he did.
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Post by emilie on Jul 10, 2009 5:22:06 GMT -5
Emilie didn't know why she was in Indiana, all she knew was this, for the past so many weeks, could even have been months, she had been locked up in a Pinehearst prison cell. She had lost contact with her younger sibling Stephen again. She had been disorientated after she was caught up in the riot which resulted in her escape from the cell she had been locked up in. One of the other prisoners who had teleportation had grabbed her and teleported her with them, and now she was lost and disorientated in Indiana.
Of course she could have simply used the teleportation, as she would have gained it through touching the guy who had brought her here in the first place, but since any ability she gains purges on a Friday, she lost it within minutes because she was teleported to Indiana only minutes before midnight on a Thursday. So she had been stranded here.
Emilie wasn't looking her best, as she had to live on the streets and virtually beg to survive, her hair was bedraggled, and she needed a good shower and some good food in her. She was just getting herself more comfortable in the back doorway in some alley when she heard a sudden blast of music. It woke her up completely and she stood up and started making her way toward where the music was coming from.
That's when she saw him. Or them. Two guys who apparently seemed to be mimicking the King of Pop. She rubbed at her eyes, did she recognise one of the guys? She wasn't sure, she was still so lost and out of it, she couldn't tell for sure if she knew him or not. She remembered Michael Jackson had died from her time, but she couldn't remember exactly when, only that it was June some time. That's when she realised she must have been locked up in that Pinehearst cell for about three months.
Despite the way she looked, although she messily ran her hands through her hair, she walked up to them. "Mind if I join you?" She asked, as all she had to do was touch one of them to get the obvious copy cat ability, because she had noticed the black guy doing the dance, and then suddenly the other guy joining in. Why did he look so familiar? She thought to herself again, but she couldn't place it.
She then touched the guy nearest to her, but felt no different, and then touched the black guy and that's when she suddenly felt compelled to do the exact same movements the other two guys were doing. After a short time, Emilie was beginning to feel a little better, and with a smile, between dancing to the loud music she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Emilie Adams, feels good to feel alive again."
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Post by mjaryn on Jul 15, 2009 23:11:56 GMT -5
Shortly after he started, another person had joined him. He couldn't tell if he inspired him or influenced him. But he loved it either way. It was fun. As they continued to dance to the song that was booming from speakers of the boombox. A young female had exitted from the alley behind them. Though she was young, her looks made her look older than she was really. Though he didn't know it, it was because she been homeless for a while now.
She then touched him, and joined them as well. Thats where he knew it. They both had abilities. He couldn't believe that there were two of them, excluding himself, here in Gary, Indiana. It was 1 out of a million chance. It was destiny.
The homeless woman introduced herself, Emilie Adams. He nodded as Emilie was not a usual name, just like his. "The name's Malin. Nice to meet you!" he said. Then he looked over at the other man. "What's yours?" he asked him.
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Post by futurestephen on Jul 16, 2009 0:58:17 GMT -5
Stephen was actually having a good time dancing, he decided that if he ever stopped needing any of his other abilities he would get Muscle Mimicry again and learn some dance moves, most likely some Micheal Jackson, because he could do some crazy stuff. Stephen wondered if he had a power that made him so good.
Stephen looked around the crowd when he saw Emilie, his older sister, though she wasn't older then him now, he hadn't seen her since his fourteenth birthday, when he had met her. He had always wondered what had happened to her, he had tried looking for her a few times but he had kept running into people with abilities, so he had to stop because he knew his sister wouldn't like knowing that her younger brother had killed people while trying to find her. Stephen saw that she looked like she had been living on the streets for awhile, and had fared worse then he had, he was about to stop dancing and ask if she needed some help when she walked toward him and the dancer, looking like she wanted to join in. He decided that he would help her out when they were done.
Stephen knew Emilie didn't recognize him when she tried to mimic the copycat ability from him, for some reason other mimics had trouble getting his powers, when he had first met Keith Nekawa he had been able to use all of his abilities, if only for a day, but no other mimics seemed to be able to do that kind of thing. Stephen watched as his sister mimicked the guys ability and joined in, after a bit she introduced herself.
Stephen turned to the dancer, Malin, as he asked him his name. Stephen wasn't sure if he should use his real name, mostly because he didn't want his sister to know what he had been doing for the past six years, but decided it would be best for her to know.
"The names Stephen, Stephen Adams, i guess me and Emilie are related or something." Stephen said with a chuckle, wondering if his now younger sister would recognize him now.
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Post by emilie on Jul 16, 2009 4:55:48 GMT -5
Emilie was actually enjoying herself dancing along to the music, she couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed herself, or actually felt happy like she was now. It was fun. However, her eyes kept looking toward the other guy who was dancing along too, somehow she felt as if she should know him. She had introduced herself, and the guy who had initiated the dancing, then introduced himself.
"Pleased to meet you Malin." Emilie replied as she continued to dance and then Malin asked the other guy his name, and Emilie wondered if when he spoke she would then recognise him or know the name. When he did introduce himself, Emilie's eyes opened wide in realisation. It was her younger brother Stephen, only he was now older than her which was strange. She didn't think he could be that much older than her however, because she was seventeen herself.
She had to laugh as Stephen said that he guessed he and herself were related. She then threw her arms around him in a hug, "Oh, Stephen, it's so good to have found you, I've had such a terrible time." She said softly as she had to bite back the tears. She didn't want to cry in front of Stephen and she didn't want to cry in front of Malin. But she couldn't help but think it was great she had finally found her brother. Maybe he could help her, get her back home somehow.
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Post by mjaryn on Jul 20, 2009 18:00:19 GMT -5
Malin nodded a smile towards Stephen as he mentioned his name. Malin thought there was a relation between these two from the minute they jumped in on the dance. Then Emilie hugged the man, Stephen, saying that she had missed him and had been looking for him for quite some time. This had made him feel awkward and out of place. He was wondering if he should probably take his leave and let them reunite.
"I think I should be going then." he said. He turned around and grabbed the boombox, turning it off as he did. "Farewell." he said in a soft Michael Jackson type voice.
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