okay peeps, here's the deal: today we are going to talk to Kayliegh, the original character that started me on this crazy path...well she only talks to me occasionally so if she is going to open up, I guess I will share :D so here goes

"You see the future?" Kayliegh smiled at the confusion on Kat's face. Her power was a strange one, hard for most people to understand.
"Not exactly, I see possibilities. The future is never certain, in fact in changes all the time and in truth is almost impossible to decipher, but I can catch glimpses. Those are only limited by the questions I ask." She offered Kat a snack from the bowl of fruit that sat on her desk.
"I don't understand." Kat's brow furrowed further.
"It's a little difficult, but imagine this," she paused to pick up an apple, "this apple has infinite potential, any of a million things can happen to it, but it only has one true purpose to bear fruit, everything else is a force trying to help or inhibit that purpose. Now ask yourself, what would happen if a person ate this apple would it help or inhibit it's purpose?"
"That depends, right?"
"Well, yeah it does, but that's where the questions come in. You see anytime someone asks me something specific enough I will get a flash of the most likely outcome." Kayliegh smiled. She put the apple she was holding down. "In the apples case, the most likely outcome is that I will eat it and then put the rind in my compost pile. This will probably stifle the seeds, so most likely they won't grow. But nothing is set in stone, so I could be completely wrong."
Kat scrunched her face, "That seems to easy." Kat laughed.
"Well if you want I could go into quantum physics and the watcher theory," she watched as Kat's eye's glazed at the mention of the quantum world, "but I have a feeling you hear enough of that around here."

Short Story

Okay gang of imaginary people who may or may not be reading this :D Following is a short story intro that i wrote as part of a challenge. Hope you enjoy!

Kat squeezed Colin’s hand, trying to reassure him. She felt the slight tremor of nerves as he prepared himself to take the stand in defense of mutant rights.

“You can do this, what’s a bunch of congressmen after you have faced down an army full of machetes huh?” She smiled up at him, trying to make his face relax out of the warrior’s grimace, “Besides, you are going to scare them looking like that, remember these are soft old men not punky teenagers at the club.” This cracked a smile out of him. A page came up to escort Colin to the main floor. Kat waved goodbye, whispering that everything would be alright.

As he left he was waylaid by an overeager reporter and her photographer. Lights flashed, momentarily blinding everyone in the area. Kat felt someone tug at her hand.

“Ma’am, if you would come with me, I will escort you to your seat in the upper deck.” Assuming it was another page leading her, Kat followed, sending good luck wishes in her mind to Colin. As she was led out of the coat room towards the upper deck, her eyes cleared of the blinding flashes, though it was still hard for her to see clearly. She tried to examine the man leading her, medium build and dark hair, dressed in a page’s uniform, the man looked nothing if not non-descript. Still Kat’s inner radar buzzed. The more she studied the man in front of her, the more concerned she became.

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” she kept her voice polite, trying to censor the suspicion she felt.

“I didn’t,” the man sneered, he slowly turned towards Kat. As he did his features began to change and shift, he grew taller, broader. His hair changed from dark brown to flowing auburn, but his eyes didn’t change at all. The deep purple was unique to only one individual.

“Kieran,” Kat whispered, her heart picking up pace. She cursed her own stupidity at going off with someone without being absolutely sure who it was. She knew Kieran was still hunting, still playing at making mutants a super-race, dominant over all humanity. It was his fault that Colin stood before Congress at this moment, pleading for their freedom. He had exposed mutants as the children of an alien race only last year, placing them all in jeopardy by declaring open war on the human race. “What are you doing here?”

“Well child, I think that should be obvious. I can’t allow your husband, a decorated soldier and known advocate for peace make the case that we are no better then humans.” He spat the final word, betraying his contempt, “That we would want peace, we don’t want that. No indeed, so he is going to do as I say or you, dear, are going to die a rather horrific death.” Kat’s heart clenched in her chest, she had to find a way out of this.
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Colin took his seat in front of the congressional panel, arranging his notes around him. He was one of about a dozen mutants testifying on behalf of their entire race this week. No pressure. He took a deep breath and then grimaced as one of his papers dropped and floated to the floor. He bent underneath the table to retrieve the paper and almost fell out of his chair as a familiar smell assaulted his nose. Kieran, his lion growled, that bastard’s scent was all over the paper. He stayed underneath the table to read the precise script that lined the paper in compulsively straight lines,

If you would like to see your pretty wife again, you will tell all you know about the so-called President of this pathetic country right now in front of this assembly. Make sure you speak clearly child, we don’t want anyone to mistake the President’s heritage and think him to be the same as one of the sheep.

Colin’s mind raced with implication. He had served with the current president, Ronald Blanton, while with the peacekeepers in Rwanda. It was in that service he had learned the man’s secret. The president’s mother had been a mutant, one who had left her child to be raised by his father. The child’s power had been subtle and easy to hide, just an extra dollop of charisma and the ability to anticipate a person’s desires. Sprit mutants were like that, they could blend a little more completely. Colin had been shocked when he had heard of Ron’s nomination, and now it looked like he had to out him.

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Character Descriptions

So I haven't written in a while, its been crazy and all free time has been spent pwning noobs in WOW in order to prevent real life violence, it happens kay?? Anywho, today and for the next several posts I am going to be working on Character Descriptions or CDs for short. Up first is Calla, who (should) appear by book two of the series that so far exists mostly in my head :D

Fallon pulled his car alongside the curb of 7th and K street, spotting Calla standing in a nearby door frame. She leaned in the doorway of a shop that faced the street; hands in her pockets, arms hugging tight to her body. Her face was a combination of boredom and anger, but anger seemed to be the norm after a shoot. Fallon smiled, Calla always looked ready to kill something after she got back from a job. He beeped the horn to get Calla's attention and smiled as his freind stomped towards the car.
"Why the long face, princess?" Fallon leaned over to push open the passenger door. He grinned at Calla's scowl over the hated nickname.
"Just the usual bullshit, but no matter tonight is about fun! I am dressed to the nines and you have brought me a beautiful car to match. Scoot over, I'm driving." Fallon arched his brow, and refused to move. He looked his friend over taking in tight, dark washed skinny jeans, a loose white lace top that floated at her hips and a stiff dark gray blazer that emphasized how small her frame really was.
"Exactly how do you 'match'? I hate to break it to you princess, but the outfit is pretty generic." Calla shot her a dark look as she climbed into the coupe.
"You just wouldn't know fashion if it hit you with a five day old fish. Besides, everyone knows the shoes make the outfit." Calla reached for her foot and removed one of a pair of six-inch stilettos that looked very likely to injure someone. They were also the exact shade of liquid platinum as Fallon's sports car, which explained the earlier fit over her choice of car for the night.
"Behold the beauty of Louboutin." Calla bowed her head dramatically, as if worshiping the shoe in her hand. Fallon rolled her eyes and cranked the engine.
"You never change princess."