Waking up early in the morning, Alex slowly opened "it's" eyes, still laying down facing the sky. Sitting up slowly, "it" tied it's hair back into a ponytail. As "it's" gaze turned forward, it was faced with the sunrise coming over the surprisingly small horizon visible from within the city. Blankly staring at the image, Alex felt a small touch of happiness on the inside, a bit of hope still not lost from "it's" previous life giving the slightest amount of comfort. Raising "it's" hand forward, "it" almost changed the color to be more visible, but then changed "it's" mind. The sight was beautiful as it was. Making any alterations would only give a false sense of goodness to an already splendid image. Things had to be taken as they were, appreciated as they were, and even sometimes left to be as they were. Only then could the world be analyzed in order to be changed for the better. "It" continued to stare at the rising star for a moment, savoring the moment for as long as possible.

Sad... such a wonderful thing in such a horrible, despicable world. Maybe it is the destiny of some to make this light brighter... am I one of those chosen few? Can I even hope to be one? What of the others? How can I trust these people to have good intentions when I know deep down no one is truly pure of heart?

Alex hadn't noticed it before, but not having an overcoat last night had been somewhat cold. Rubbing "it's" arms, Alex got up and started moving down the rooftop towards the edge leading down to Eve's apartment. Once at the dropping point, Alex jumped off, turning around mid air and catching the edge with both hands. Lowering "itself" down, "it" was back in the apartment in moments.

Noticing the others were still asleep, Alex turned it's head to face most of the room. Dante was missing from the balcony... but this wasn't a huge surprise. He obviously wandered about often for various reasons. As was Eric... also missing... Strange. Noticing where Eve was sleeping, "it" immediately whipped "it's" view towards the overcoat still sitting on the floor. Quietly walking up to the folded fabric, "it" gingerly picked it up, putting it back on without making enough noise to wake up any of the others. Now happy to be warm again, "it" moved over to an empty chair and sat down, mimicking sleep with "it's" eyes mostly closed, patiently observing the room until it's other occupants awakened again.

That's it, I'm going to have to consult oracle and get additional help. These people are mostly unreliable, despite my strange liking to them. I can't let feelings like that ruin my goal.

Eric looked up at Grant, he was actually surprised to see him. He purposefully pretended to not hear his question. He didn't feel like explaining. "Well we thought you disappeared on us." He sighed as he leaned his back up against the steps, shuffling to the side a little so that Grant would be able to walk up. He used his thumb to point upward. "3rd floor, everyone's up stairs."

Dante quickly got to the apartment, cigarette tight between his lips and a huge smile printed on his face. As he entered the complex, he was greeted at the staircase by Grant and Eric.

"Mornin' laddies. How's life?" He cheerfully asked.

"Morn. You with this guy?" Grant asked the new man, signaling towards Eric.

Meanwhile he used telekinesis to tug the cigarette out of his mouth and fly it towards his own, the tobacco stick planting itself firmly in the slit of his helmet mask. He continued to stand there with his hands in his jacket pocket.

"Aye, I'm with him."

Suddenly Dante's cigarette left his mouth. He observed it as it went towards Grant, slotting itself somewhere in the mask. Hr glared at him very irritated, but his expression quickly changed into a more resigned one.

"Mate you could have just asked for one. No need to show off." He said, pulling another cigarette from the pack and lighting it up.

((So...we have like really early morning right now I guess?))

Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, and raised her head. She looked around, realizing that she was back in her apartment which meant that...

"Well that's embarrassing..."

Someone had to carry her back in... She slowly raised her upper body, and sat on the mattress, rubbing her eyes. Once more, she eyed the room, to see if anyone else woke up already.

Eric and Dante were gone, Richard was sleeping, leaning against a wall -Just like she did hours ago...- and Alex seemed to be barely conscious on the chair...or maybe she was still sleeping? It was hard to tell, her face was expressionless as always.

Eve quietly got up, and headed toward the sink, grabbing her only cup on the way. She slowly turned on the tap (Fix me if i used wrong words here.) and poured some cold water into the mug, to wash out the taste of blood, from her mouth. Which reminded her, there was still a huge puddle outside, that has to be cleaned up.

She made her way towards the door, again trying to be as quiet as possible...until she accidentally kicked the metal trash can, toppling it, and scattering the contents on the floor...

"Shit."

At this point, Eve just ran out of the room, to get off the sight of people, that she probably just woke up, hopefully before they notice it was her fault. As she was going down the stairs, drinking her water, drops of blood were tearing off the floor, forming a small, red ball, floating behind Evelyn. Then, when she left the building, she saw missing people. Dante, Eric and...Force... Totally forgot about him... That was kind of awkward for her, previously she jumped on that guy for absolutely no reason... She tried to keep her smile on, yet a slight blush appeared on her face.

"Mornin!"

She extended her hand above Eric's head, and the puddle in front of them, slowly rose into the air, soon to join the ball of blood, almost doubling its size.

Evelyn sat behind them, on the stairs, and let all the blood disappear in the newly created cut in her palm, that healed right after.

"Had some good sleep?"

Noticing Eve waking up and knocking over the trash can, Alex sighed. Maybe she didn't realize the rest of them were very tolerant over issues each other might have?

No... I'm being too judgmental. She's practically the most innocent person in our little group. I guess this makes her the only one worthy of any true respect, at least for that much. Or maybe that isn't true... too early to tell. She DID let us all into her home. I shouldn't bother thinking over something this insignificant anyway.

Nothing interesting really showing up on "it's" face, Alex got up from the chair, eye's still mostly closed. Walking over to the fallen trash bin, "it" grabbed a paper towel and began to pick up the mess on the floor, pulling the trash can back up and refilling it as "it" did so.

I need to leave soon. I'm wasting too much time here again.

Once finished with the trash bin incident, Alex sat back down in the chair, same as before. "It" then waited patiently for the others to come back to the room, clearing "it's" mind of troublesome thoughts for a short while in hopes of getting some time to relax.

Eric looked back to see Eve. "Morning to you to." He watched as the puddle flew into the air and into Eve's hand.

That's Weird.

"Sleep?" He looked down, going back to burning holes into the concrete. "Yeah, I had a good rest."

Grant nodded in response towards Eve.

Acknowledging Richard's offer, Grant takes the cigs and sandwich with his powers. Sending the pack of cancer sticks into his jacket pocket with the other he already had there. He hovers the sandwich near him and turns away, pressing a hidden button on the side of his helmet. The facemask slides up allowing him to quickly shovel the sandwich into his mouth before he flips the switch again, covering his face once more.

He then leans on a wall and listens to whatever plan Richard had queried about.

Dante scanned the people that kept him company on the staircase: everybody was around except for Alex, who was probably still on the roof. Eric was sitting down, two imprints of his hands in the concrete stairs: he must have been quite mad. Grant and Richard were exchanging a sandwich and a pack of cigs. Eve was on the staircase right behind Eric, pulling back some blood from the ground: she must have injured herself somehow.

Dante's cigarette slowly burned as the others talked, himself not very interested to join the conversation. He was still thinking at the night. Ashley really did make a really good point: he had no idea what to do after his bussiness with Dominate. He continued to ponder on that thought, the answer just about escaping his grasp.

When Eve asked about the night, he limited himself to a nod and a smile.

Riley woke up to his HUD alerting him.
Sitting up, he scanned through his notifications. The first one to come up was that it was morning and it was time for him to get up.
And the second, was the successful decryption of his file...

Instantly, he opened his now accessible file. Quickly scanning through the data...
What he read, wasn't very comforting to the bad feelings he'd had about why he couldn't access it...
"What... The Hell... Is this?!" He said shakily.
Looking around, he turned, picked up his pack, and walked into the Facility, heading towards the shooting range.

Eric poked his head up as he looked around at the group. He was ready to announce his plan to the group, but Alex seemed to have been missing. He grunted in annoyance, thinking that he'll just give him a run through of the plan later. "Alright people…" As he spoke, he began to notice that he was still worked up and his voice was just above a growl. "You guys ready? I have a whole plan worked out. It'll really bother me if you guys don't want to hear this."

OOC: Alex is perfectly awake you silly gooses, gimi a moment to post, sheesh. lol (Crazy speedracer 360 text-scopers 2 fast 4 me)


Having waited for the last one of the others to leave the apartment, Alex decided to go invisible again, following Legion down the stairs with "it's" hands in "it's" pockets. Careful to step down silently, "it" turned and walked out of the building after Richard.

As Alex walked out into the open, "it" raised "it's" hand to wave at the others, forcing another smile on "it's" face. It took a while for "it" to realize "it" was still invisible, however. After a bit of awkward shuffling, "it" turned visible again, housing the same facial features as it's original form. The only change was a new set of fake clothes. Wearing a brown raincoat, dark brown jeans, black shoes, a large pair of expensive shades, and a large brown/light brown checkered deerstalker cap, Alex looked almost suspiciously similar to a certain fictional detective character. Of course, this was completely by accident, and Alex failed to notice the coincidence in "it's" disguise. Changing "it's" apparent hairstyle to be short cut jet black hair instead, "it" continued to listen to what Eric had to say as he continued his statement.

Eric stood up, clearly excited. "Alright gang, this plan is probably gonna piss you off but I don't give a shit." He jumped down from the step he was standing on. "OK, so I'm guessing none of us know where the Facility is, right?" (No database M8, That's gonna throw away like 40% of the RP XD ) "Meaning we would have to go to the one place where it would make sense for it to be at... The Capital." He looked around at everyone, expecting a negative response. "I've lived in DC for a while, so getting to the Capital is no problem. A forty minute ride at best. Getting in the Capital will be the problem."