(Hahahaha XDD that IS perfect explanation isn't it? XDD And I thought I'd shown you him before. I know you didn't see his profile info before though)
Meteor had finished his sandwich. Yes it would be a fantastic sandwich. Onyx was standing there though, just staring. Did he want a sandwich too? Meteor shrugged, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich.


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"I want to go to the eating center. I want to shop." AHem.......

Loner frowned moreso, pausing mid stroke of the fishbowl. Timbre wanted to come in..? Well, now he needed an excuse. Even though everyone knew he was a horrible liar.

"I........don't feel good. So...you shouldn't." YES that should work.

Mister BORING was off all by himself, he was perched on a building under construction as he watched a very busy sidewalk. He appeared to be doing nothing but on the other side of that visor was a wealth of information, scanning and zooming. He took a moment to ensure his rifle was ready to fire, and pulled it out as well, getting a small direct feed video of the scope view on his visor.

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Didn't feel good huh? Hesitation huh? That sounded awfully suspicious.

"I won't get sick if I'm only in there for a little bit." he countered.

TEN wants to be epic too >=| *cannot XD*
Meteor did not get to enjoy the rest of his sandwich since Onyx decided to grab him by one arm, partially lift him up and start walking off. Meteor whined at the fact he had dropped his sandwich, and not so much the fact he was being lead off to an uncertain fate. =)

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"Yes you will." Loner answered, not moving to open the door.

Punk apparently found this failure funny, because he was snickering about it.

Poor Meteor. D= TEN BE EPIC WITH ME. >=. >_> Please.

Impact flinched for a moment as he spotted his target, walking between two others, not a head in the way. He chuckled as he lined up for the shot, too easy. His visor and the gun adjusted for the weather and altitude conditions automatically, simply giving him a mark to shoot at a short distance from the target. He lined up the direct feed from the scope to the mark on his visor, as long as he kept still it didn't move much.

He pulled the trigger.

A loud shot echoed through the buildings and the teenager fell, dead between two of his friends. =U The crowd scattered and people ran for cover. Impact scoffed, a huge smile spread across his face.

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Timbre tried to shove Punk's face away. "Shut up." he instructed, even though Punk had said nothing.

One less teenager to demand to go to the eating center. Ahem.

Onyx rambled on about how they were apparently going to train. That involved the fact that Meteor would stand there and not move and Onyx would get to kick him =D It sounded like a GREAT deal. Meteor didn't agree.


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Punk looked quite offended by that. Not that it wasn't something he'd totally have done, but evidently he didn't see the need to fight over it. He just was quite displeased and backed off with a grumble of some sort.

Loner had merely returned to petting his fishbowl.

(EVIL. xDD)

Meteor wouldn't know a good idea if it kicked him in the face. =U

Pleased with his work, Impact admired the panic he had inspired for a moment, before climbing down from the building. He slung his rifle over his back as he began his *gasp* proud walk home.

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Pleased with Punk's compliance, Timbre focused back on Loner. He had forgotten the remark Loner had, so he decided to take it all in stride and try something else.

"Just let me in or I'll break your stupid door." he commanded.

(XDDD)
Meteor was not cooperating very well. He did not want to be a punching back so to speak. KICKING BAG. Ahem, either way he had initiated the run around, so now Onyx was having to chase him since he hadn't anticipated it in the least. Down the halls they ran along (JOYFULLY), with Onyx going on about how he was gonna kill Meteor. Meteor on the other hand just wanted to be AWAI.


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"You'll get in trouble...." Loner commented, although he wasn't sure that was true at all. He set his fishbowl down, somewhat debating whether to go open it or not. Apparently he really wanted it locked. He had his reasons of course.

Punk saw his items were not currently in danger at least, considering he was after Loner at the moment so he headed off to the kitchen to go get something.

Emo had amazingly ventured out of his room--or at least opened the door, with a scowl of disapproval. Not that he ever approved. "Breaking something to solve why something else is broken is rather unintelligent." He grumbled.

Impact arrived at the house a changed man. AHEM.

Impact arrived at the house a changed woman...wait what? AHEM.

Impact arrived at the house with much awe. >=( NOT THIS EITHER. AHEM.

Impact arrived at the house with much enthusiasm, nothing quite made his day like a successful kill. He shoved the door open and planned on going to his room to clean his rifle and put away his excess ammunition.

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Timbre was caught off guard by Emo's remark, he turned to face him...maybe he had ripped the chair?

"What?" he asked, asking more about what Emo thought he was doing than the actual comment he had made.

(XDD nice)

Meteor whined as Onyx managed to grab the back of his shirt. The momentum still flung the two onto the floor regardless. Meteor flailed about with no real coordination, merely trying to wriggle out of his brother's grasp. If he were to escape from anyone Onyx would probably be the one to fail.

As it was, Onyx was swearing up a storm as he tried containing the various limbs without much success.

Mercury happened to walk by, holding a potted plant. He glanced at the two, frowned and continued on his way to set the flower in the kitchen.
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(EH I'll add new people next post when I'm more awake XD)
Emo's helmet fins drooped down in an instant. True he was confrontational and tended to speak up without being asked, but he really wasn't a fighter at all.
"Er....nevermind." He shook his head, slowly disappearing behind his closed door again. Yep, that was plenty enough of that.

(Ha ha. xD How random with the plant. =P)

Impact was going by that area and he stopped, his eyes wandering to the two fighting. "What are you doing?" he asked calmly, his voice probably not easily heard over the noises they were making with their scuffling.

Ten: THEY ARE SILENT. >=(

Oh. =.

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Timbre glared at Emo's door. ENOUGH DOORS!

He hurried over to it, trying the handle furiously.

"Practicing!" Onyx grumbled, he was having a fiercely hard time, although he had still heard.

"Help me!" Meteor whined in reply to this, "He's cheating! He's cheating!" He started kicking rapidly at his brother until he'd gotten himself free and took off in a half stumbling run.

Onyx shook his head and blinked a few times, still on his knees.
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(ONE OF THEM HAD TO LEAD TO THE EATING AREA @_@)

Emo's door wasn't locked. He'd just closed it was all. He wasn't doing anything very interesting inside though, just sitting on his bed, facing the opposite direction and staring at a wall.

Impact shook his head with a small smile.

"Don't be so stupid." he told Onyx, starting to walk past.

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Timbre opened the door at a much more rapid pace than he needed to, rushing over to Emo with much anger.

"What do you know?" he asked with a growl.

Onyx glared before scrambling to his feet. He had no intention of leaving it at that statement. "Stupid? What do you mean stupid?!"

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"Well that's a vague question." Emo stated as he turned himself around. Regardless of being healthwisely fragile and totally a wimp at fighting, he certainly could have an attitude. "Why would I know?" As if this were a very casual conversation he let himself flop down on his back, head resting on his pillow with hands cradled behind his head.

*insert U MAD trollface here*

Impact continued walking.

"Stupid." he repeated. "Practicing on a target you are not permitted to kill....stupid."

He reached for his rifle, he figured he could begin the inspection and hopefully intimidate Onyx at the same time.

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(xDD Trollface)

Timbre was surprised, he hadn't even accused Emo of anything yet, just what he knew.

"Why would you know...what?" he asked, approaching Emo's bed.

"Who says I'm not permitted to kill him?" Onyx grumbled, "I can kill him!" Because apparently killing your siblings was now legalized in 84 out of 86 zetraloid states. =) He decided the distance between them could widen a tad when Impact did so, but he still didn't leave. He would not leave whilst being called stupid!

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He gestured back towards the door with one arm, "Your chair thing. It'd not like I couldn't hear you." His helmet fins twitched as he sat up again. His helmet fins twitched another set of times--clearly he had inherited mr. epic twitch's habits >,> Anyway. They did so again as he glanced up at his ceiling as if Timbre weren't even there. He wasn't particularly trying to be rude, he just...did stuff like that. "It's been that way since earlier this morning--when we were leaving and stuff." Because clearly Emo was FURNITURE PATROL....that very well may have been true considering he thought everything he touched would make him sick. >3>

(xDDD Niiice.)

"You have sufficient reasoning to kill him?" Impact asked, stopping abruptly to give Onyx a chance to give him the 'right' answer. He turned to face him, giving him a fair chance to respond.

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Timbre was actually pleased with this new information, it was a lead at least!

"So you simply SAW it was ripped?" he asked, wanting confirmation.

Sufficient reason to...uh...hmm yeah that was a good question. No, Meteor hadn't actually done anything to start a fight even.

"Comet said I should." He decided to state, because clearly that sounded better.

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"Mmmm......" Emo glanced to the side as he dragged it out, "Yeah, basically. Loner could probably tell you what happened. If Punk won't. They were both out there." His helmet fins twitched before he glanced back, "Probably not too willingly though."

Impact had predicted this sort of answer and he slowly turned away, not even giving Onyx a proper response.

Comet said he should? Yeah that was some good reason alright.

He began walking again, this time focusing on polishing the already finely polished scope.

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PUNK?! Timbre growled and spun around, he hurried to the hallway to see if Punk was still there. He HAD held back information after all! He should go and smash all his stuff!

"Punk!!" he growled as he exited Emo's room, looking around for the sibling o his.

Was that disapproval? He did not LIKE that. Oh well. Onyx wasn't in the mood to try and prove his worth any longer. "I'm leaving. ..........loser." Because he couldn't leave maturely apparently.


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Emo's helmet fins twitched, he didn't seem too concerned or bothered.

Punk had moved on to the kitchen, drinking a soda currently. He didn't really care much about Timbre and his ranting. He sipped at his soda, leaning against the counter. He supposed he could reply....hmm.......NAH.

"Good." Impact stated rather loudly as he continued away, pretending to be very distracted by his gun cleaning. He headed for the stairs, he never liked to lose ammo. Use ammo? Fine. Lose it? Never, he found that to be an immense waste of resources.

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Timbre looked around, going the opposite direction. Despite his rage he was careful to keep the decorative nature of the house in one piece, not taking out his anger on the things he was familiar with.

HMMM how long Punk be in kitchen?

Onyx felt like he had won..to some extent anyway. And went ahead to go back and track down Meteor again.

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Oh Punk was in no hurry =) Well he wasn't at first anyway. Until he considered standing around may very well be a bad idea. Anger often meant bad things were to follow. Perhaps he should head outside for awhile. So that was what he did, headed for the front door.

(xDD Poor Meteor)

Impact made it to his room, unlocked his locker thing and put his ammo away in the correct place. He left a few shots in the magazine still in his rifle, in case of emergencies. He flopped down on his bed, still holding the gun.

He let out a sigh...it was hard work killing people.

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Timbre did not make his way into the kitchen for a while, so Brad will guess Punk was outside?

GRRRRR. Where was he?! Timbre stormed back to Loner's room, that's who else Emo had mentioned! He slammed his fist on the door multiple times.

"OPEN UP." he commanded.

Sable had finally decided to come out of his room again--apparently he was done moping over inferiority. Although the fact Onyx had just gone running by rambling on about something or another really hadn't heightened his positive outlook. He needed to do something....impressive.

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(this is what happens to slowpokes =U XDDD)
Punk had indeed gone outside. He would likely make himself scarce for awhile.

Loner jumped at the sudden poundingness and command. He didn't WANT to open the door. Regardless he set his fish down on the fishbowl stand he had, obviously figuring Timbre wouldn't go away. He unlocked the door--finally and quite sloooowly pulled it open, keeping himself hidden from view behind it.

Impact didn't stay on his bed for long, he shoved his mattress over a small amount so that the box spring was exposed and he placed his gun inside of there, where he had cut it away revealing the innards. He pulled the mattress back over and put the blankets of his unfixed bed over it.

He left his room, food now. Being a Ten and Brad production there was more of this needed.

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Timbre was surprised to see the door opening. However, in his moment of no patience he had no issues 'helping' the door along, putting his hip into it even.

That's where Meteor was...yeah he had returned for his sandwich that he had dropped not so long ago. And even less of a surprise, Onyx had found him again. They apparently weren't very smart.

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How kind =U Maybe Loner shouldn't have been standing behind it like a dumby. Either way it pushed him more against the wall seeing as he had been behind it. He was rather quick to get out of its way though since he didn't really want to be a sandwich behind it (as much as ten and brad's RP would've approved of it =U ) Then he scrambled back over towards his bed, as if it'd protect him.

Bed: I will.

Impact sort of froze, those two again? His pace resumed, however much slower now. If they started fighting...he didn't know what he'd do, shoot them maybe.

He made his way to a cupboard and opened it, gazing inside boredly.

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(xDDD Bed kills Timbre. @_@ )

Timbre retracted a bit seeing Loner get out of the way of the door like that, what was his problem anyway?!

He approached the bed with much anger emitting from him.

"Emo..." he started. "Emo said YOU know about the rip."

Well you were in luck my good friend. The very first thing Onyx decided to do was punch Meteor--hard enough to knock him off balance. He stumbled, not too far since he was by the counter. He ended up leaning back on it, kind of tip toed.

"What's your problem?" Meteor asked, covering where Onyx had punched him while he glared.

"None of your business." Onyx replied, which was pretty stupid since it technically was.

He approached, and promptly got kicked by Meteor. He sure wasn't planning things out well.

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(UYES)
"It....it's there. Y-yeah." Loner replied as if that were the answer he wanted. His helmet fins drooped down and he grabbed his pillow, holding it in front of himself as if it'd protect him all the while moving as far back as he could.