Saturday. December 12, 2015. 6:00 PM Winter has come. Black Fall was coated in a white, sparkly, blanket of snow. It was well shoveled, it was kept off the streets of the city. The sidewalks, aside from some stuck pieces, were all clear and perfectly walk able. However, no one could escape the chilly winter winds. However, at the moment, there were small flurries of snow dropping, with signs that it's only going to pick up. It's already nighttime here in the city, daylight savings means the night comes quicker. It's recommended that everyone puts on a scarf or a jacket. However, this particular night was the night a special event was supposed to take place. The annual Black Fall Christmas Yacht Parade. Hosted in Arcadia Heights, Yachts, Sailboats, and more, of all sizes and shapes are dressed up in Christmas decorations and paraded up and down the Arcadia Heights water ways. People can watch, or be the ones partying on one of the many yachts. Deborah, Jago, & Aisha "Newt" Termellio. Toro y Moi - Say That (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Toro y Moi - Say That (open) Toro y Moi - Say That (close) It was just a wonderful day for Deborah Termellio - and the rest of the Termellios actually. Deborah herself was pretty excited for what was going on today. The yacht parade! But the day waiting for it was just so boring. It was to the point where she was just sitting around playing music, hoping for time to pass. Not the best way to pass time if she had to say anything. Deborah tells everyone she likes the boats, but really, she was likes all the new faces that choose to show themselves there. Learning their stories and reasons for being there with just a look. Two people out on a date, families that love boats, and strange loners that just wanted to watch the boats. Deborah found herself being the silent observer that recorded these new faces. Just out of her own curiosity. But the time is almost here! Deborah was facing the mirror on her room, casually brushing her hair. The parade was about to start soon, and she didn't want to miss it. She was just about ready when... "... You motherfucker! Why'd you touch that!?" Deborah's lovely younger sister shouted loud enough to be heard through the goddamn floors. "I told you like twenty times! Don't put your lizard shit on my dresser!" ... Her brother replied just like Deborah expected him to do. "It's not a fucking lizard you retard!" Her sister replied loudly (and crudely) as possible. "It's. A. Fucking. Sal-a-mander!" Which was followed by a loud smash, followed by some more screaming and shouting - and more stuff breaking! Deborah jolted at the first smash. Before she rolled her eyes as she immediately got up from off her chair and rushed upstairs. For the love of God. Can't these two little brats keep their hands to themselves for one second? It annoyed the hell out of Deborah, but it looks like she's going to be the one to stop them. Once she got to their room, she all but kicked it down to see her two lovely younger-siblings at each other's throats - metaphorically. Jago was standing in the middle of the room with his palm pushed forward, a dark-purple transparent flim separating him from Newt... Whom was obviously invisible, or else Deborah would be staring right at her. Newt's muffed voice shouting all but confirmed something she was sure of. They didn't even notice Deborah, they continued their little fight with Newt pounding her fists on Jago's shield. Screaming swears and other insults at each other. Okay, this had to stop right now. Deborah managed to guess where Newt was from the way she was shouting. She yanked her younger sister by her shoulder(?) and broke her concentration enough to get her to turn visible. Her bones, flesh, and skin quickly appeared in that order. Good, that was enough to get their attention. Which was enough for Deborah to act on them, "Hey, hey, hey! You two, act like you have some sense just for a minute!" They both pointed at each other (With Jago dispelling the shield) and shouted at the same time, "... She started it!" "... He started it!" This prompted yet another roll of her eyes. "I don't care who started it," She shook her head in sheer annoyance. "We have to...." Deborah's eyes peered towards her little sister and they immediately widened. "Newt! What the hell are you wearing!?" Her little sister was wearing an outfit that just won't fly. A skimpy yellow bikini, with fishnet stockings and platform boots - where did get that from - and going off the jeans and winter coat on the bed, she was going to wear this trashy outfit underneath them. Oh hell no. This ain't going to fly. "Change your damn clothes right now, little girl!" She demanded. "Fine!" Newt immediately turned invisible (with the first thing disappearing being her skin) and the bikini and stocking dropped to the floor as she moved to the drawers and picked out a more 'conservative' outfit (Of black jeans, a yellow dress shirt, and socks - she was planning on wearing that winter coat) before closing the bathroom door behind her. Deborah let out a sigh and turned towards Jago. Whom was more sensibly dressed in baggy jeans, and a jean jacket with a black t-shirt with a sugar skull on it. He had on tan work boots. Deborah and Jago engaged in a brief staredown as Jago raised an eyebrow - brushing some of his dreadlocks back. "... Whatchu' want?" He asked her. "You ready?" Deborah quickly scrambled for an answer to avoid an awkward conversation. "Yeah, yeah... Just gotta wait for Newt..." "Good." Deborah said with a nod. Before turning her attention to her wild hair. "... Now can ya'll let me get ready?" She walked back downstairs to finish brushing her hair. Shannon, & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore. Parov Stelar - Hurt (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Parov Stelar - Hurt (open) Parov Stelar - Hurt (close) Just another day in the city of Greed and Godhood... Shannon was largely different to the Yacht Parade. It's nothing but a clusterfuck of drunkards, rapists, rich people stroking their egos, and crooks searching for an easy target. And it smelled bad... And Shannon has a really sensitive nose. But Blathnat, Sugar, really liked the Parades. She always went their with her father like it was a tradition! While Shannon herself didn' like it after Sugar's accident, she wasn't sure if skipping it was such a great idea (It was selfish, even for her standards). Sugar liked it, and while it wouldn't be the same without her father, the most Shannon could do was take her. The ginger girl nodded her head as she did one roll call throughout her household. She stepped through it, one hallway at a time. O'Brien and Sean were fast asleep in one room, Cassidy was passed out on a sofa in another (The woman had taken heavy drinking since her husband was put into a coma). That just left little Blathnat. Whom was casually playing in the living room with her barbie doll house, her binder was placed at her side. The girl was wearing one of the red dresses Shannon made for her - Yeah, the one that had all the flowers embroided into it. Shannon herself was wearing a flowing white dress with the night-sky expertly crafted onto it. With long black cowboy boots underneath it. Shannon walked over to Sugar and sat across from her eight year old fire-headed sister with her legs crossed. "Sugar," She started off, getting the young girl's attention, "Are you okay?" Sugar raised her eyebrow as she turned towards her sister, it was hard with this prosthetic leg she has. "Mhm, Sir Reginald has been playing with me." She turned towards her invisible familiar - whom was sitting right besides her, facing Shannon. He was quiet.... He never speaks, but he understands. Again with the imaginary friend... Shannon was certain that there was far more to this. She wasn't stupid, nor was she going to go the narrow road and dismiss like everyone else. Shannon narrowed her eyes at her younger sister. "Do you want to go to the parade?" She asked casually expecting a more excited response. "Yes!" Shannon's theory was certainly correct. Sugar immediately jumped to her feet (which was surprising sans leg) with a wide smile on her face. "I was wondering when you'd ask!" "Come with me, then I'll dr-" Fuck. She's afraid of cars... "I'll... uh... I'll walk you." Shannon walked out the front door, holding it open for Sugar. Sugar nodded her head as she followed her sister out the door - while Sir Reginald tailed behind her. Yacht Parade. Black Lagoon - Let Me Know Your Name (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Black Lagoon - Let Me Know Your Name (open) Black Lagoon - Let Me Know Your Name (close) Arcadia Heights was full of activity this night as many from all over came to see the Yacht Parade. Through Black Fall's waterways, there were boats of all types (That could fit in the rivers, of course). Some of the best boats in the East coast were here on full display. Populated with people who're either wealthy enough to party on them, or illustrious enough to get invited. Everyone else was watching from the harbor and streets. Traffic through the Arcadia Heights district was heavily regulated and diverted to other areas, as the streets were populated by people watching the show, or vendors attempting to sell food and other services. It's safe to say that the parade is a very popular. Police and NEST are on scene to maintain a intimidating presence that'll scare off any criminals. Deborah, Newt, & Jago Termellio. "God dammit, I hate wearing a lot of clothes...." Newt quietly hissed under her breath as she walked alongside her twin brother and older sister. She stuck out her tongue as she looked around. "What? Like lookin' like a hooker?" Jago teased. "Shut up." Newt rolled her eyes as she blew a strand of hair. The real reason why she would rather dress lightly is because it's less effort on her part to use her powers - namely turning invisible. She wanted to do a little pick pocketing. Which is really hard when you're dressed up like, well, it's the middle of winter. Well, at least she could wear her trusty red scarf, tightly wrapped around her long neck. Which she shoved a finger under to scratch a certain itch. Deborah, of course, was paying no attention to them. Her eyes were wandering around picking up on every activity and person that stuck out to her. The mother with her child (Actually her niece), the man smoking a cigarette in the corner (He's waiting for someone) and the family posing for a photo Tourists. Mhmm. She knows that these people have a story behind them and she must find them out. "... Earth to Deborah, you there?" Newt said as she flashed a toothy grin. Looks like ol' Debby here is playing detective. That means it's time to plaaay! "Let's have some fun." Newt buried the sibling rivalry that fast. They found common ground when they could cause some trouble, and immediately lose it the second they caused all the trouble they could. Newt scanned the area, and saw a couple taking a photo with a boat in the background. A friend was holding up the camera... leaving a perfect window for the twins. Newt grabbed onto Jago's forearm and both of them faded away (with their skin disappearing first) into invisibility. They creeped behind the couple, and got into goofy, invisible, poses. "Now everyone say cheese..." The camera-man said as he held the camera up. "... CHEESE!" The twins both loudly shouted in unison as they became visible, revealing their prank to them. They were each on one side of the couple, holding one hand. Newt had one eye closed, her tongue out, and had two fingers up. Jago merely looked cocky as he flipped the camera the middle finger. By the time they were noticed, the picture was already taken. The couple and their friend were staring at Newt and Jago as the twins walked away like a pair of impetuous brats. Laughing like maniacs. Newt even had the gall to taunt. "How about you take a picture, it'll - Oh wait! Hahahahahaha!" "... God help those two..." Deborah nearly got a headache from that display. "No, God help me...."