[BTorres]

Running back and forth between grills and ovens, B barely hears the radio newscast as it breaks ground on the explosion in New York. The rest of the kitchen slows down also, a rare occurrence for this crew, beginning to understand what has just occurred.
“This can’t be happening” she thinks to herself, trying to still concentrate on the reducing wine in front of her.
She’s done this dish so many times before, a filet mignon with cabernet sauce and roasted parmesan vegetables that her mind allows itself to drift back to her family, her past, moments in life that tragedies have a way of bringing back into focus.
Before she knows it, the clock on the stainless steel shelf reads 2:00 in the morning, and B packs up to head back to her apartment.
On the drive home she remembers back to when she and her sister were in Buenos Aires, playing in the living room as children. Tatiana was 15 at the time, B was 13.

((Not exactly a spoiler, just a bit of back story))

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“Hermanita, I have something to show you, come here!” Tati called to her younger sibling, barely mixing Spanish into the conversation.
Their parents insisted on speaking both languages at home, feeling strongly that their daughters should be at ease with either. The sisters however preferred to speak mainly English, as if it were a secret language between them.
“What?” Bianca answered, always eager to be around Tati. Back then she was still Bianca, not having yet chosen to get rid of the girly frills.
“Feel this” Tati told her, taking her hand and pressing it to the cool tile floor, eyes and smile wide with joy.
Bianca waited for a moment and noticed a look of intense concentration pass through her sister’s face, and surprisingly seemed to feel the pressure pass through her arm and into the ground.
The ground shook slightly, rattling a vase on the coffee table and shaking a few pictures frames on the wall.
Elation pushed fear and doubt out of the way, and Bianca hugged her sister tightly saying “I always knew you were special!”
“It only moves a little bit” Tati shrugged, still rather pleased with herself and her sisters positive reaction.
“I’m sure you can do more” Bianca urged, taking great pride in her big sister, feeling as though all she had to do was believe in her.
Tati placed her hand on the tile again, and this time the ground heaved and lurched, shaking the house, causing bookshelves, televisions, and sisters to fall.
The pair looked at each other as they stood again, and both Bianca and her sister realized things would likely never be the same.

The memories comforted B, and as she walked into her apartment she hoped the people in New York had families and memories they too could visit.

[boomie]

((not really a spoiler, just proposal))

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Oye senorita~ como estas? Ir a la nuevo york por favor, junto hacemos el mundo un mejor sitio ^_~ yeah, thats right, they teach espanol in NY too baby ^_~)

[BTorres]

((Lol, estoy bien, y usted? She will soon enough, just waiting for this bomb thing to clear up and the airports to open. Gonna hang out here for a few))

[boomie]

psst

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word on the street is that 2 special people are heading towards Los Vegas...
perhaps a certain power amping chica will make a cameo in their story...
*looks into the future*
ooh, do i see B crossing the street while 2 metahumans stop their car at a red light? ^_~

[Kristi_Serano]

The night streets are filled with people standing around watching TV News Stands and most are devastated and crying about this event. At the MCarran International Airport a man carrying a bottle of water and a woman in their 20's are shown exiting a shuttle. This man and woman are known as Johnny Miller and Kristi Serano and not too long ago, Kristi had Johnny at gun point. It was until Johnny told Kristi that her boss, Mr. Horton had took a device from Johnny that could very well flood and kill an entire city.

"So where is Horton at?" asks Johnny playing around with the water in the bottle with only the thought of moving it.

Kristi looks at Johnny, spinning water around like a hurricane in the bottle and snaps at him, "Don't do that in public. Are you kidding me? Since the attack people are very aware of the abilities that coincide with certain individuals and they aren't taking it too well."

"And Horton is where exactly?...." asks Johnny, as though he didn't hear anything Kristi just said, even thought he stops.

As the two continue walking, Kristi whips out her cell phone. It rings for a good while before an answer.

"Mr. Horton of Linderman Associates speaking." Horton proclaims.

"Cut the crap Frank. Where will you be tonight?" asked Kristi.

"Ah, my dear Kristi..I would inform you that your deadline is mid night tonight." spoke Horton.

"I've...I've ran into some trouble so lt'll take a bit longer..where will you be?" asked a determined Kristi.

"The Wynn Las Vegas Casino"

"I'm on my way..." Kristi said, with a look towards Horton.

TBC Johnny Miller

[BTorres]

Insomnia had been preventing B from getting to sleep, so she put on some grey sweats, sneakers, and a new tank top she had bought at a sporting store and decided to take a midnight jog.
The late-night air felt cool and crisp against her skin as she began running. Her apartment was situated somewhat on the outskirts of the strip and city, so there was easy access to the Las Vegas bustle if she so desired. The exercise was more or less mindless, and she ran past trees, streets, and people, basically unaware of the blurs alongside her. A red light at an intersection quickly brought her awareness back as she jogged in place, keeping her heart-rate up and looking around as she waited for the light to change.

[greeksurfer1]

Kristi whistled sharply for a taxi. Immediately a nearby taxi screeched to a halt as Kristi walked briskly towards it. Johnny followed like a dog on a leash.

As they got near the taxi Johnny walks quickly and grabs the door handle just before Kristi gets to it.

"Let me get that." Johnny says playfully, opening the door.

They jump into the taxi. Kristi instructs the driver “The Wynn Las Vegas Casino. Oh and don’t take the left at Tropicana Ave. Take Swenson up to East Flamingo and then go up the Strip. We’ll only get stuck in traffic on the south side at this time of night.”

An awkward silence filled the cab. Johnny started to play with the water in his bottle once more, watching the buildings and casinos go by through the window. Realizing that Kristi must be upset, finding out that her boss had apocalyptic plans, Johnny breaks the silence.

"It's been awhile since I've visited Vegas. It's just as I remember it though. The lights and the crowds and the excitement and the memories..." (sighs) “So we’re headed towards the Wynn Casino?”

“Yes Johnny.” Kristi replied shortly. Johnny figured she was most likely devising a plan. Trying to break the tension Johnny continued to babble.

“Please call me Miller. My friends call me Miller, like the drink, I sort of just adopted the name… The Wynn Casino eh? When this is over maybe we should do some gambling here and ‘Wynn’ stacks of cash.” Johnny laughs to himself, but realizes he’s the only one laughing and stops. “Say, you said your name was Kristi Serano, but what do I call ya? Kristi... Kristina… Kris… Serano… Miss Serano… or is it Mrs. Ser…”

[Rare Vos]

Taj Mahn
Somewhere in the Mid-West

Taj smiled as the broadcast filled all the major television stations announcing the catastrophy that hit New York.

He smiles for this is the moment he has waited for for quite some time. He knew this moment would occur and now that it has...it is time to move the players and make the plays. After all, there is a world to conquer and the time seems right. But first, there is a "special" someone in Las Vegas that he must see.

He focuses his "unique" ability towards the west. With little effort he finds her. The one who is able to further his goal...the heartless one.

With his ability, he probes further. Searching for a name...an alias, something. finally, with a wipe of his brow and a strained smile, he speaks her name, "Kristi."

[burddog85]

Brian Lawson
Las Vegas

Brian wipes down a glass as he tries to clean up the bar before closing. Bar's not as lively as usual. Most are gazing at the tv at aww at the NYC tragedy. Brian has heard small bits of the tragedy while serving tonight.

Brian: Last call!

Riding home that night with the wind rushing past him along the bright lights of the Vegas scene, he pondered the NYC incident and wondered what would be his fate. Would it be the same as there's? Or was something much more important about to happen? Up to this point Brian never knew of anyone else with any powers.

[bob_kix]

Damon Blaine
Las Vegas (about 40miles away, en route)

The tour bus takes an exit off of interstate 15. They are needing to stop for refuelling again, before entering the Las Vegas city limits. Before they reach the local truck stop, in this small town, not even big enough to be on a map, the band members finally muster up the courage to speak to Damon about the events at the concert.

The drummer, first to speak, says " Damon, what you did at the concert...just wasn't cool man..."

The bassist coming in behind him, " Yea, the anti-authority act is all fun and good, and its fine that we occasionally spend a night or two in jail, but to openly attack 'suits' like that....that can lead to some serious trouble."

The manager speaks up, to back the others up. " Yea Damon, we know that your 'special' and have these extra abilities, and we are fine with that...but you can let them get to your head."

Damon, gaining a clear look of anger on his face, screens " Stop the bus!" loud enough to be heard past the wall seperating the band and the driver. The bus slows and eventually comes to a slightly bumpy stop on the side of the road, just a few miles from the truck stop. He looks down at the band, metaphorically, as he speaks up to them.

" So...you didn't like my display of power back at the concert?"

The drummer stutters as he speaks again, " N-no, we didn't...and I'm a-afraid to say it b-but....we are gonna eject you from the band if something like that happens again."

Damon laughs, with a bit of a wicked tone. " Eject me from the band? I started this band! Godsend was my band! How the hell would you eject me from the band!" At that moment, Damon instantly puts up an anti-sound barrier around their seperated portion of the bus.

The manager speaks up trying to be comforting. " Damon, calm down abit, we are not trying to be mean....its just that we are looking out for the best interest of the band."

Damon chuckles abit, and says " Best interest of the band? You mean the best interest for yourselves....you all have become wrapped up in the money that we make!"

The manager speaks up again, " No, no, no...thats not it...."

Damon interrupts him by rushing up to him and putting his hand over his heart... " So, hows the bump ticker of yours now-a-days?" The band manager is struck with a sight of fear, before Damon emits a quick burst of strong sonic vibrations into the band manager's chest. The manager screams out in pain as he undergoes a heart-attack. As soon as Damon realizes the situation, he hits him again with another sonic vibration... stopping the manager's heart. The portly, older man stops dead in his tracks and falls over limp.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!"

...rings from the other two band members' lips as the jump back with shock. Damon turns to the drummer and throws a punch in his direction, though coming up extremely short to physically hit him. However, a concussive wave of air, about the size of Damon's fist, hits the drummer in the throat, collasping his wind pipe, sending him to his knees, choaking and gasping for air. At that moment, Damon turns and grabs the bassist by the throat and holds him down, grinning evilly.

"You know, I've always wondered how this would work..." Damon points his finger at the bassist's eye. Suddenly, a small amount of blood and membrain splatters onto Damon's face, as a gust of concussive air, the diameter of his finger rockets from him at the force of a bullet. The bassist falls dead onto the floor. Damon then steals his band member's wallets. Even though this was reducing him to a petty theif, in them contained all the information for the band's money, along with the band members personal accounts. Accounts, which were held in Switzerland to avoid taxes, he could access through voice recognition instead of PIN numbers. Damon had also acquired the hotel accommidations for the entire tour to New York. After liquidating the entire bands assets, all through voice recognition as well, Damon would have over 5 million dollars by the time he reached New York.

Damon turns to look in the mirror, close by, to whipe the blood from his face and walks out of the door. As he approaches the driver he is asked, " Is everything okay?"

Damon replies calmly, "Yes, I just need a breath of fresh air..."

Damon crosses the street to turn and look back at the two busses. With his clothes in a duffle bag, and his guitar on his back, he speaks to himself with an evil tone. " Now, lets see what else I can do"

Damon holds out his hands and with the strength of air and concussive sound waves, he crushes both busses as if they were tin cans. Damon buckles abit with weakness after the task, then says to himself... " C'mon, that was nothing...You've gotta get used to that." He then uses air to pick up the hunks of metal and toss them far into the desert. He then begins to walk to the gas station, only 3 miles ahead, knowing he could hitch-hike to Las Vegas.