[M] Possession [Luna&Logic]

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Not knowing that Jag had already gained access to the outside world, Vi was already thinking up some plan that would possibly kick a few asses (and maybe of she didn't get much help from her cell mate, her own) in the process. The gaurd had handed her a pile of clothing, two towels, and shoved her into the locker room. It wasn't a bad setup, if you asked her, but she wasn't looking for something to clense her hair at the time being. However, these cloths seemed a bit more normal than the pajamas they supplied her with. In fact..... Yes! These were her own cloths! Vi took the chance to change into something more familiar, but paused for a second. Were those undergarments? Ugh. Gross. She couldn't even bare thinking that they decided to shuffle around that section of her bedroom. Who knows what else they saw. Still, she took the opportunity to completely change.

Once done, she was fitted into her worn, denim skinny jeans, and an old, longsleeve graphic tee shirt. What made her stomach churn, was that it used to her her fathers, but had shrunk in the wash. Vi shook her head, slipping on her grey vans, and began to get down to business. She walked over to the showers, and turned three on to mask any sound she was going to make, careful not to get wet in the process. Done with that, she walked quickly to the mirror, and tried to break it by slamming her foot against it. No luck. Then, she tried her arm. Only a crack, and a throbbing hand and wrist. Giving a long shot, Vi stared at the mirror, hard. Shatter. It didn't hesitate before the glass clanged to the floor, shattering the mirrior into deadly slivers of sharply angled peices of glass. The perfect wepon, without actually having one. Vi then picked one up that looked large and sharp enough, and took a long breath before opening the door.

Without thinking, Vi slammed her foot into the gaurds back, learning somewhere that the spine could be deadly. However, she wasn't tought how to do so. This was just an assumption.

Too bad that barely fazed him. He turned, and charged for her, reaching automatically for the offswitched taser in his grasps. Vi backed up enough so she could get a grip on things and think it through. She held the razor sharp wepon up, and tried to cut him, possibly in the throat, but he was a step ahead, and grabbed her wrist, shoving it towards her instead, accidentally slicing her cheek lightly. Vi winced, but kept her eye on the ball. Vi needed out of here. She then decided to kick him in the stomach, hard, before he had a chance to use his wepon. The gaurd let her go, and stumbled enough for Vi to be able to kick his hand that held the taser. She then dashed for it, turning around right before he attacked her, and she thrusted it at his chest, the techwepon almost at full volume. There was a light blowback from the high voltage, and Vi was shoved back, and tumbled half under one of the showers, and he, against the wall. She shuddered against the sudden cold water lightly brushing her left side, got up, and raced back out to where she came from.

Vi skidded to a stop a few yards away from both Seth and Jag. She looked at them skeptically, her eyes dodging from both the boy and the gaurd. Shouldn't Seth be kicking our butts by now? And how in the world did he get out of his cell without a single scratch? She wondered. All the while, her cheek was bleeding lightly, had a few bruises she could count for, and the collar and chest of her shirt was sticking against her wet skin, and the fabric from the lovely shower. Without thinking, she clicked on the taser in her hand, not sure whether to go for Jag, or Seth. Both of them seemed so out of character by simply standing next to each other. Her mind boggled with explanations, but none of them dreamed to be correct. "What in the world is going on?" She demanded. Easliy frightened by all of this.

[Average Hero]

Jag stepped out of his cell and Seth stood beside him as the single guard outside the door held his position firmly. With sheer force of power Jag clicked the door open and slammed himself hard up against it, shoving the door open and the guard crushed up against the wall. He burst through the opening and grabbed the guard slamming his head to the floor and making his face roll in the blood from his mouth and lips. "Fucking morons." Jag lifted the guards head an slammed it into the concrete enough to do permanent damage and definitively enough to knock him out. Jag stood and rolled the guard on his side so he wouldn't drown in the puddle before both he and Seth moved to the door that led out into the yard. "She better make it quick."

"Did you really think I hadn't been here before? I mean come on. Look at me." Jag said easily while Seth nodded in a sort of half sarcastic agreement. "I'm in this prison enough to have been executed three or four times, but Seth here gets me out of trouble. I'm good at what I do, and the people I work for like how good I am. Interestingly enough they like you to, so either taze me and pay for it or agree to come with me and you'll avoid the Goodlands for sometime." He smiled and waved his hand as if to call her over. "We're not dangerous, trust me." The guards in the prison had all at this point been dealt with and were either scrambling to get out of locked rooms or waking up from being knocked unconscious. Jag on the other hand had not a single scratch on his body, his face and his shirt had no cuts or gashes, nothing had even seemed to put up a fight. Seth looked as if he might have a bruise here or there and was standing on a limp, but other than that looked untouched.

The prison exit wasn't much further from where they stood but in the next few minutes Jag was either going to leave her here out cold, or bring her with him, possibly even by force. As of right now three options stood and he was willing to try two before the final option.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

When Vi had a chance to look at the blood, she couldn't help the nasua in her stomach to roll around uncomfertably. Maybe that orange was a bad idea. She thought randomly, but on the outside, she looked as if she were thinking things over. Her mind wanted to simply shut off from all of this confusion - it was giving her such a head ache. However, when she met his eyes, and he promised he wasn't dangrous, she couldn't help but believe him. Something inside her changed all the sudden. Maybe it was the feirceness in his eyes, or the urgency in his voice, but something switched from wanting to run and hide, to wanting to go along with him. The thought of leaving the Goodlands frightened her, but also excited her as well. Wasn't this what Vi had always wanted? To be free of horrible rules? To be free to express yourself? As quickly as she decided to turn on the tazer, it clicked off in her hand, but she shoved it into her front pocket with the lock on, just in case it came in handy for another use later.

"Fine," Vi said, watching the two carefully. "But if this is some sort of trap, and you work for the Goodlands or something, I won't hesitate to kill you." Her voice came out as somewhere between semi-serious, but mostly sarcastic. What was truely amusing was the fact that she didn't even consider Zenn right now. Which never happened. Zenn was always first, and foremost, the one thing she had in mind, all the time, even when the decisions weren't about him. And now? He was the last thing in her mind, if he was there at all, for the time being. She even still had the urge to tell Jag why she had acted to weird yesterday with the whole 'small world' thing, but still, her boyfriend, the one she loved, didn't pop up in her memory. Vi wasn't sure if it was because she was in so much trouble, and had to think so much already, or the fact that Jag was her centre of attention right now.

Vi then relaxed, slightly. Now that she had given herself over, whether it be a good thing or bad, the adreniline soon washed out of her body, and she could feel the aches, the cold water sticking to her body, and the light swell of beading blood on the top of her cheek, near her left eye seemed to drain any energy she had left. Vi sighed lightly, holding her finger up in indication that she needed a moment. Quickly, she jogged back to the shower room, and snatched the dry, white shirt from last night, peeled the wet one off, dryed her shoulder and stomach, and slipped on the dry fabric. She contemplated bringing the shirt along, but she knew that it would just be a distraction from whatever she needed to do. For a moment, she held the shirt in her arms, feeling the soft cotton, remembering her fathers unexceptibale hugs, and the smell of his rich collogne. Vi then tossed it on the bench, and walked out of the shower room, fiddling with the ring on the chain around her throat, before letting it fall in the middle of her chest, hiding what was most important, and keeping it for herself. But oh the beauty of a white shirt. The glint of the silver shone through, and little did she know, the burn mark and her tattoo (both being dark colors) showed through. Fuzzy, but still were visable.

When Vi came back into veiw, she walked up to the two with a delecatly arched eye brow as she watched them. "Alright," she began, walking up to them, only a meter or so away. "Where to next, prettyboy?"

[Average Hero]

Jag scoffed lightly at the hilarity of her hurting him, I mean odds are that tazer probably had quite a kick, but even still.She trotted away leaving them standing there for abit and Jag unable to help himself stared off at her as she walked away. As she approached them after the few minutes of reconciling her differences as to, and he assumed, whether it was safe or not, he took a step toward her then turned and pushed the gate open holding it for her as if he were some kind of gentlemen.
"Ladies first." He said bowing his head and smirking a bit, his face hidden from her view.

As they passed through the gate and began leaving the prison behind Seth started to fall back and eventually was gone al together leaving only Jag and Vi walking alone on a trail. He hadn't spoken about where they were heading when she asked earlier only that he knew where they were going. The Prison wasn't far in the distance and the front gates could still easily be seen from where they were.

"I'm surprised you decided to come along."

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Vi was distracted for a long moment, staring at the sleek white building that oozed with a sence of power-hungry radiating from it. Did they seriously just walk right out of the prision, and it was as if nothing ever happened? How in the hell was that possible? Because it wasn't, last she checked! When he spoke, Vi only took in the words, still in awe at the fact that she was looking up at the towering building that held both of them captive just a few minutes ago. If Jag hadn't said the last comment, she might've not revived herself from the moment she was just having. Of course she heard him, but it was reflex to say, "Hmmm..?" Before she spoke again. His tone seemed a bit cocky, and the sly half smirk gave took her aback a bit, as if she just realized where she was going. Which was a bit ironic, because she didn't know where she was going, just that it was from anywhere that seemed familiar. The thick woods loomed in front of her, forcing Vi to a halt. It was like a slap in the face to her.

Her mouth parted lightly, but her lips stuck together from the dryness of the summer day. It felt nice, and forgien to have the Sun soak up in her skin, feeling the warmth, but it also made her feel naked, and bare. As if having layerings in the summer was a normal thing. Vi licked her lips nervously, wetting them as her mind processed it with a bit of hostility. "I thought you were just planning to get out," Vi accused, watching - more like studying - him carefully. "If you have other plans, be my guest, but I need to get home."

As if she expected him to grab her and run, she froze with anticipation, completely forgetting her fancy thunderbolt of a wepon that she could pull out at any moment and attack him with it. But to be truthful, Vi wasn't ever going to use it on Jag. Why? Who the hell knows. Anything, anymore, for that matter. Between the quick, safe exit, the heat giving her a head ache, and him leading her towards the forest that seemed to be a barrier between the GoodLands and BadLands, Vi had a hard time desiphering which way was left, and right anymore. So many different things were shouting at her mentally, all of which telling them to go against each other. Vi just needed to hear it out right, so she waited, wanting an explination before she parted ways with him.

[Average Hero]

"Really? Like..you're fucking serious?" He cocked and eyebrow and stared at her momentarily before the bellowing laughter took hold and he nearly fell over, only able to stand by catching himself on a large broken tree stump. "On what fucking mental plain are you?" He yelled between laughs and catching his breath. It took him a moment of fully ignoring Vi to reconcile with himself and speak to her in a much more serious tone. "Kid...seriously, you just broke out of a prison run by the Infamous leaders of the Goodlands and your dumbass wants to walk right back there? Are you stupid?"

Jag had nearly completely lost all respect for any intelligence this girl might have had, in his mind the object was to go the other way, ya know, away from the people trying to hunt and kill them after successfully breaking out of a prison and considering the fact that they may or may not have permanently incapacitated one or two guards, possibly more, you would think any half-wit would know to go the other way. "You just effectively signed a death warrant."

Even so, deep in the back of his mind he thought, 'I suppose I'll go if she goes.'

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Although Vi understood why he was acting like this, she knew that he wouldn't understand her reasons for going back. Still, with that logic in her mind, she couldn't help but furrow her eye brows and cross her arms hastily, her eyes lethel in this stance. If looks could kill... As he finished his sentince, she stalked up to him, faces only inches apart as she stared into the depths of his dark brown eyes. "Not all of us have lives that they can get back when they leave," she began, her voice enraged, but surprisingly low, and not screaming. That's when you have to watch out for Vi's worst; when she's silent. Lightly, she pushed his chest, making him stumble back only a few steps. She walked towards him again, pushing him lightly once more.. twice... three times total, getting closer to him every time she had shoved him just a little more. Of course he didn't fall over, since she was smaller than him, and they weren't very hard shoves, but it gave the point of her being pissed off beyond recognition. As she had pushed him repeatidly, she spoke. "I'm sorry I'm not like you, Jag. I can't pack up any second, without anything. I have a mother, who all I know, is dead right now."

Vi began to back up, dead leaves and broken twigs crunching over her shoes lightly. "So, if you don't mind," she continued, her teeth clentched tightly. "I'm going to grab a few life-saving objects before I go into that trap-infested forest." She nodded off behind him. Being from the Goodlands, she knew almost every booby trap that they had stocked inside there. The poisionis berries from the edible. It was a days walk just getting through their, and another half day getting through the vallies and rolling hills between the two Lands. Of course, she was going to go with him - or she was, maybe he'd ditch her and go along without her. Which was fine. She could make it through the woods with the objects that she wanted to take with her. Well, most likely. "Excuse me while I stop into my own," Vi lifted up her fingers and used quotationmarks with them, to enphisise her sarcasm, "death warrent. If you'd like to sign one as well, and take a chance on my dumbass, be my guest. If not," her eyes couldn't help but flash, a twing of - irritance? - in the depths of them.

Vi turned around at that, climbing over the fallen tree with a light step, and jumping down from the other side, not willing to listen to him if he spoke, and ignoring the steps he took - whether they be echoing behind her, or disapearing. She honestly wasn't paying attention. The sounds of birds - real from fake - and the noises of possible cameras took over her hearing capacity. It wasn't more than five minutes before she reatched her house, still, she was sweating lightly. Her pace wasn't very leasurly, and the adreniline that pounded in her ears made her prespire without being overheated. As they reatched the small, brick house, Vi pasued, closing her eyes, and touching the back door knob, feeling for strong senses of techtricty. When only a light buzz ran through her bloodstream, she sighed, and twisted the metal knob lightly. Unlocked. Which was very unusual.

With only little hesitation, Vi opened the door, immidiatly hit with a scent of rust, and a light tinge of waste. "Mom?" Vi shouted in a whisper, going through the kitchen lightly. Yesterdays dishes sat in the metal sink, and the dishes that had been cleaned yesterday morning were sitting in the drying rack - not a hint of water laying across them. Vi became nervous. This was not her mothers behavoir. "Mom?!" Her voice came out in a worried, squeeky shriek. As she turned the corner into the livingroom Vi gasped, a scream caught in her throat as she looked down at the disformed figure laying awkwardly on the floor. There was a hint of blood on her forhead, mouth was open, eyes staring blankly in fear. Blood was also on the corner of the wooden coffee table. She was deffinitly shoved, but with the limited ammount of blood, Vi knew that she was murdered after she was shoved down. Vi made an odd noise in the back of her throat(someting of a whimper and a choaking cry), slinking back to the wall that was behind her, only around nine feet between her and her dead mother.

"This is all my fault." She whispered to herself after a long moment, just staring at the dead parent in front of her. Minutes went by before she regained herself, inhaling deeply, and walking briskly to her room. The cool, fresh air inside gave her mind a chance to clear. Luckily, she had not cried. Vi hated it when others cried. It was weak. Pathetic. As if she were a robot, she entered her tiny closet and bent to the ground, picking up a floorboard, and then another before leaning down and digging for a black backpack that was hidden under there. Vi rested it against her leg as she placed the boards back and unzipped the already full back. Matches, swiss army knife, two real knives, a dried package of fruit, rope, wire, a waterproof, heatresistant jacket, ointment for burns, tiny first aid kit, and a tin waterbottle. And now that she had escaped the prision, she had a nice taser to add to the bag, that she shoved inside, it barely fitting as is. Vi slung it over her shoulder, stood up, and grazed over her clothing, itching to change.

She was hesitant, but she grabbed some cloths and went to the bathroom. Barely a minute later her hair was in a braid to keep her hair out of her face, a black fitted tee shirt hugged her curves, and army green khakis with a black belt hung low on on her hips. The backpack was slung back over her shoulder, and bounced lightly as she walked to her parents room, shifting through her mothers jewlry to find a simple, yet ellegant charmbraclet. She fingered through the added charms, going over a black pearl, the initials of her two daughers, her and her husbands symbol, and a few passed down charms from her grandmothers. Now that she had something of her dads - the ring that hung on a chain around her throat (still stuck down her shirt), she had to take something from her mother. Despite them never getting along, they were still mother and daughter, and she couldn't hate her for liking her older sister better.

Vi stood there for a long moment, staring down at the braclet that hung around her wrist lightly. Until she looked up and stared at herself in the mirror, startled at how much she looked like her mother right now - the drying blood crusting on her forehead, her messy layered, long, hair hanging brilliantly in a side, waterfall braid, her eyes blazing in the moment. Pain, shock, confusion all running through those dialated irises. Vi wasn't pretty. Or even beautiful. It was the fact that Vi, for once, actually looked like herself. With the dark, military styled (from the olden days, somewhere around the twentyfirst century) clothing of a plain shirt and the baggy, many pocketed pants, and thick hunting boots. She was no longer hiding herself. Physically, anyways. Mentally? Every bit that she could. What was worst? The look about her, the way she carried herself, it was exactly like her father. Her parents were equally split in her. Unlike her older sister. And it was a hard blow to the stomach. Why? Even Violet couldn't quite comprehend.

[Average Hero]

"I told you it wasn't a good idea to sneak back in here." Jag had tagged along though keeping his distance and his face hidden. Each building once they had entered the city, or rather what it seemed like, had posters each with his name plastered at the top of the list. But the city wasn't to important he'd make his way out just as he'd come in, what he was worried about was Vi. Something drew Jag to come with her even though she hadn't nor probably cared in the slightest. At this point there weren't many things left that he hadn't done to bother her. There was a bit more to this story. Jag had been part of a group that wished to seek out and put an end to the "Utopia" regime and take away the power from the Thinkers and give it back to the people. Similarly the Badlands was set up the same way but ridden with the rejects of the Goodlands. In essence, Jag was just a very well-to-do and skilled vigilante who agreed with these hidden powers at be.

Vi's home wasn't in to bad shape but while she opened the door he kept his distance, night had fallen and in their long walk over here, and it wouldn't be long before someone caught them. He kept his distance while she entered and waited as long as he could. When Vi didn't come out right away, he took it upon himself to slink his way to the door. He eyed the surroundings. A dead women, and blood against her forehead, Vi sobbing in the restroom.

"I told you it wasn't a good idea to sneak back in here." His hand brushed her arm while he stood away from her. She looked as if something had broken her will, and in his mind he fell back to the day he lost his own. His face broken and rage being quelled under sadness.

"You ready to go?" He asked quietly looking over his shoulder and watching the moon light shine through the door. He turned his back to her and put his hand on his belt, where a small knife about the size of his fore arm lay concealed beneath his jacket.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Vi jumped at his voice coming from behind her. She caught his figure in the reflection of the mirror before he turned away from her, walking away with his hand on his hip. She took a short moment, knowing that they had to get going, because this whole city would be crawling with Thinkers and Greenies within a few minutes. She could already feel the techtricity flowing thicker in her own house, giving her a head ache because it sprang up so quickly. This wasn't good. They needed to get into the forest pronto, or else things would get very ugly.

She turned lightly on her heels, and followed him out into the open area. The moon glowed brightly, which gave them an advantage in the sense that they wouldn't have to struggle to see once they were covered by trees. "Follow me." She said lightly, knowing exactly where to go, because she had gone into the woods more than once in her life time, easy. What looked like the closest woods she turned away from, and went dashing towards the trees that were further off. Vi jumped over thick rocks, fallen tree stumps, and tangled roots that clung to moss that grew on the ground thickly. Her bag smacked on her back lightly, in perfect rhythm with the pace she was going.

Between ten and fifteen minutes passed by of full out sprinting, then stopping to hide from marching Thinkers and Greenies, and then more running until she reached the woods. Entering, Vi still wanted a bit of a lead, so she kept going for about a hundred yards. She was breathing heavily when she finally stopped, wisps of hair clung to her neck and forehead, a very thin layer of sweat rolled off her while the wind cooled her off. Vi turned around to face Jag, watching him as he slowed to a stop behind her. "Now that we're hidden, you can take the lead." She said, leaning up against the tree as she calmed her breathing and fire burning chest. She was not a long distance runner, and that full on twenty minutes of basically sprinting killed her chest. She was weak; physically and mentally. All Vi wanted to do was get something to eat and then go to bed, but of course that was not an option right now. They may be hidden from them now, but it was a matter of time before the Thinkers invaded the borders of the forest. They needed to go at least a few short miles before they thought about resting.

In the back of her mind, Vi wondered why he followed her all this way. After she shoved him, after he called her a dumbass, after all of the drama they had in the matter of minutes, he still followed her. In a way, she felt. . . Flattered? No, that wasn't the right word. But it was something of that thought. . . Just not that, meaningful? But another part of her was on her guard. Jag seemed full of trouble, and her mind screamed at her to attack him while she had the chance. Yet, once again, her tuition stopped her from doing so. Vi trusted him, which was a very odd thing for her to do.

[Average Hero]

Jag was tempted to make a snarky comment in hopes of lightening the mood but there where just some things that you couldn't hope to cure so instantly. "Hey, I know we're running and all." He spoke quietly conserving as much air as he could while he spoke. "But we can talk if you want, Its difficult." He slowed down a bit and caught a few glimpses behind him, noticing the beams of flash lights hitting the outside area of the woods. Regardless he followed Vi without questioning where she was going, he would just have to keep eyes on the sky so that he could locate himself. It was always against his better judgement to call for "their" help anyway.

He though of the image he had seen in the house pulling from the back of his mind forward and wondering why it looked so familiar to him, of course in the oddest of fashions. The tree blocked out the sky and made it slightly more difficult to see while they got thicker and thicker, however the bright moonlight helped.

At this point Jag would just keep quiet and follow along until she said something else. She knew he must have been in a dark place atleast with all that she had seen in literally only the past hour