[Lee Malion]

Lee Malion
His Loft; Boston, Mass.
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Lee picked up one of his last sheets of drawing paper and set it onto the stand before him. Fingering one of the pencils in his pocket, he begin to draw. He was crouching in one of his many chairs, pencil held delicately with his thumb, index and middle finger at the end where the eraser was supposed to be, he continued drawing.

His mind clear, body numb and eyes half closed. The Morphine had kicked in, giving him a clear mind and able to think more clear and precise. The pencil lines formed into a distinct blade, one of a Katana. After he had finished adding the details into the blade, he worked his way down to the handle and guard. He had seen an ancient katana belonging to one Takezo Kensei on a online site hosted by Yamagato Industries. His mind focused on the details, his brows showed concentration as he sketched out the handle and the Symbol. His pencil slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, he reached over and gripped a fine-tipped marker that same way as the pencil and begin to outline the entire sword. The entire process for the sword took about 2 hours, Lee dropped the marker to the floor. His head was beginning to hurt as the morphine started to wear off.

He took deep breaths, not sure how the test was going to resolve. He closed his eyes, his brows deepening, showing concentration. They snapped open wide revealing that the color in his eyes had reverted to a softly glowing black. He relaxed slightly in his chair, concentrating on the picture before him, sweat beginning to form. The image began to shake. Softly at first, like a flutter, then growing, becoming harder, more violent with each passing moment. Still, Lee remained focused. The image began to bulge up, paper taking on a softer texture. He closes his eyes, holds them shut for a few seconds and then opens them, the black is now gone and his normal eyes remain. His breath gets caught in his lungs as he stares at what is before him.

The Katana dropped to the floor, sticking in blade first. It was in full color, the handle all black, the symbol a soft gold and the blade, well, was the color of metal. Lee hopped off his chair and walked over to the sword, looking at it, examining it for flaws. He reached one arm out and grasped the blade with a hand and pulled it from the floor. He did not predict what would happen next, the sword seemed to melt in his hand, turning into black ink. It then flowed from his hand and back onto the paper, swirling and shifting until it formed the drawn sword once more, sealed back into the paper.

Lee dropped to his knees. "Damn it!" He screamed. Pounding the floor.

It had been a month since his friend Isaac had called him worried about an explosion that was supposed to happen in New York and all he tried to do was hone his powers, seeing more of what he could do. He did not know what was wrong with him....He closed his eyes and began to think, slowly shifting into a long needed rest.

[Max Taggart]

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OOC: Im moving Max to this thread from Philly!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Max was driving down the street in his Camaro. He tirned a corner and parked up outside an apartment building. It was a nice neighbourhood. Max got out his car and pulled a few thin boxes off of the back seat. He walked inside and pressed the button for the elevator. The elevator stopped at the bottom with a ping and Max walked inside.

Up and Up it climbed with the cheesy music you get in all elevators until the door finally opened on the top floor. Max got out, fumbled inside his pocket and pulled out a key. He placed it in the lock and turned it before walking inside the loft.

"Yo Lee!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got dinner, pizza!!!!!!!!!!!!" Max yelled as he shut the door and carried to 2 pizza boxes through to the kitchen and went to find his room mate. Max found him asleep at a table with a pencil in his hand and a picture of a sword in his other.

[Lee Malion]

Lee awoke to the sound of the door slamming. He opened his eyes, he rubbed them with his sleeves and yet he still appeared sleepy.

He lept off the chair and began to make his way to the kitchen. He got himself a plate and walked over to the pizza, opening the box and grabbing 3 slices of Pepperoni pizza. He picked a piece up with delicately with two fingers and bit into, letting a moan of satisfaction.

"Thanks Max. I have been craving pizza all day." He smiled, walking back over to his chair and began to crouch-sit in it.

"How was your day?" He turned and asked his roommate, his eyes were hid by his bangs.

[Zoey]

Allyson looked up as she heard the speakers in the plane chime.

This is your Captain speaking. We are being diverted to Boston for an emergency landing. There is no need to panic the plane is fine we are experiencing minor difficulties with our radar but Boston has us on their screens and they'll keep us out of harms way as we land. I apologize for the inconvenience and the airline will see to it that you all reach your destinations as soon as possible. Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing.

Allyson shrugged. Boston? Why not? It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

After the plane landed uneventfully Allyson found herself in the middle of another unfamilier city. A little darker than the one she'd just come from. More her style. Temerpate and cool. No beach bunnies or musclemen pumping iron on the beach. No beach in fact. She liked it better than San Francisco. The ground was wet with the product of a recent rainstorm and there were still a few drops making their way down as she stepped onto the sidewalk and began to wander.

[Lee Malion]

Lee continued to munch on his pizza. He was famous in Boston, his artistic skills were profound, rivaling Isaac Mendez. He smiled to himself as he thought of his friend and how he had died. He took another bite of his pizza and started to stare at the picture before him. Trying to find a flaw or anything.
'Why did you have to die, old friend?' He thought as his mind shifted back to Art school when him and Isaac would fool around with the paint in the class.

[Max Taggart]

"My day was good...problem is ive got a friend whos addicted to Morphine, and ive no clue how to get him to stop!" Max said before he heated up his slice of piza with his powers.

Each of them knew the other had a power. They were friends, they had no secrets between one another.

[Zoey]

Allyson wanderd around the city until she came upon a strange scene. A bunch of guys up to no good messing around with someone's Camaro.

Now boys. She said rather dryly. You know that car dosen't blong to you. Why don't you just wander off like good fellows?

Mind your own business &*#$! one of the guys said.

There, see? That explains it all. Obviously your Mother's never taught you manners., she replied to the curse. Soon they were crowding around her. Why do I always have to give this to people who don't deserve it? she said as she used her powers on them. Soon they were all smiling widely not recalling or caring to recall what they were doing. Everything was fine with them.

Go take a walk fellas. she said pushing them in a direction away from the car. Like lemmings they wandered off in their euphoric daze.

There. I did my good deed for the day., she said to no one in particular.

[Lee Malion]

He turned and looked at Matt. "And how is my morphine addiction a problem? Hey, I may be addicted but I am not stealing things to get money, I am drawing and selling them." He finished his second piece of pizza. "My friend Isaac turned out worse. He got addicted to Heroin." He frowned, taking a bite of his third piece.

His long, pale fingers reached out and gripped his pencil delicately, lifted it to the paper and then he let his mind wander as he sketched. Not caring what he drew.

[Max Taggart]

ooc: thnx for saving my car, lol!!!!!!

"You shouldn't be addicted in the first place, mate!!!" Max replied, "You need help...i come home from work every night and i find you either high off the stuff, or asleep recovering from being high! I cant just stand here and do nothing!"

Max finished his slice and went t the box for another as he felt Lee's eyes staring at him constantly

[Lee Malion]

Lee's pencil scraped against the paper, forming odd shapes.

"I have not overdosed yet, friend." He said, turning his head to him. He smile, and continued to sketch. Lee gave a small shout of triumph as a he finished his drawing. It was of an old man, wearing glass with slicked back white hair and a suit. The old man possessed a mustache and was kind of chubby in the face.
"See, friend, we can now have a butler." Lee chuckled, hoping this would work.