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Sebastian O'Kelle
Posted: Feb 21 2012, 06:11 PM


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12th september 2014
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Sebastian bit down on his thumb-nail time and time again as he walked down the tunnel with fast steps. Normally he didn't go underground. He didn't particularly like the crowds that could gather down there. And being cramped into a limited space with a lot of people when there were only few escape routes available aggravated his paranoia even further. He didn't like it but he'd had no choice. After being sighted in Juliette Park he'd figured that underground was his best option to steer clear of the Adveni keeping an eye out for him.

After a few minutes more of pacing he turned into a subtunnel. After that the crowds quickly subsided and Sebastian was finally able to slow down. As he did his blue eyes skittered from left to right, watching for any suspicious behavior from the few people that walked down the side-tunnel he was in. They barely glanced at him. It took him a while but soon enough he felt comfortable enough to lean his back against the dirty wall, not that it mattered much because his clothes were barely holding together as it was (not to mention how they looked), and take a deep breath.

To say that life had been stressful lately was an understatement. Up until a month ago people had believed him to be dead. That he'd passed away as a john doe. Life had been pretty good up to that point. He'd been a nobody again. Another face in the crowd. And now more or less everyone in the city was on the look-out for him. He'd considered leaving the city. Staying would mean risking getting caught. But he'd yet to do it. He hauled his backpack down on the ground beside him as he closed his eyes. He'd had little sleep the night before because of the stress and paranoia of being caught. If he was, he hoped for a quick death though part of him figured that he would not be allowed to have that. His fathers death had been far from it. At least from where he'd been standing.

Still keeping his eyes shut Sebastian gradually lowered his body, still keeping his back against the wall, and soon ended up seated on the ground. His arm wrapped around the backpack as he pulled it closer to himself. He valued what little belongings he had. Not more than his life, but they were part of who he was. Each time another set of footsteps approached he opened his eyes to see who was coming and each time he was pleased when the stranger simply passed him by without as much as a word.

Sebastian rubbed a hand through his messy hair before he decided to dig out his cap and put it on. It allowed for even more privacy if, God forbid, someone would recognize him. It wouldn't be the first time. With the cap on he scrambled for his worn and half-torn copy of Stephen King's The Mist. As little as he liked the tunnels he was going to take full advantage of the provided light overhead and the fact that it provided at least a little more privacy than being above ground.


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Ty Addison
Posted: Feb 21 2012, 07:41 PM


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Ty had not stopped running until she could hardly breathe, until her legs screamed in aching agony and her throat was sore from pulling breath so urgently into her lungs. She knew how to handle pain, she knew that you often had to fight tooth and nail to get through the burn, but she also knew when her body really had suffered enough. Slowing to a walk, she glanced behind her, realising that nobody was following her, that she’d lost Damien to the distance a long time ago, she huddled herself into a back alley doorway in the Rion district, crouching against the wall, her head on her knees as she just breathed.

It took a while before her body seemed content to move again, and when it did she was sore and stiff. Next time she made for a fast break escape attempt, she’d certainly stretch first.

Despite the aching in her thighs, Ty set off through the district at a quick pace, keeping to back alleys and side streets toward Park. She took the long route, doubling back on herself a few times, taking detours others, just to make sure that if she’d picked up a tail, she’d lose it again. Sure enough, when she came to one of the Park and City Subway entrances, she slipped in without even being noticed.

It wasn’t the easiest way to get to the Eighth, walking the long tunnels from the area the A.I camped out, but it was safer, so she was happy. Quickly making it down into the bowels of the underground, she slipped off the platform and hurried out of sight from the station, slipping into the murk of the long tunnels ahead.

Ty barely looked where she was going, so distracted by the thoughts going through her head. She had escaped, she would be back with the Eighth, and as abhorrent as it was to admit it, wondering if Damien Braven was alright. She’d never meant to kill the man, she just wanted to be back with her own. Maybe when things had settled down, when she knew he would have given up looking for her, she would go near to the house to make sure he was still alive. He’d probably be happy to be rid of her.

Walking along the edge of the tunnel, keeping the wall to her left shoulder and glancing frequently over her right, Ty was so distracted that didn’t see the man sitting against the wall until it was too late. Her foot accidentally hooked around his ankle and she tumbled over his legs, landing flat on her face on the other side of him.

“Mother fucker!” Ty swore loudly, as she hit the deck, gravel and stones sticking to her cheek.

She pushed the top half of her body up, her knees now protesting in pain at the sudden impact. Brushing the stones and dirt from her fact, Ty rolled away from the wall onto her back, sitting up and looking at the man against the wall.

“You know you’re meant to put up a neon ‘idiot floor’ sign when you’re causing a danger there, buddy?” she asked with a snap. Brushing her hands together, she reached up, pressing her fingertips to her forehead, looking for signs of bleeding.

“What kind of weirdo sits in an abandoned subway tunnel? Not like it’s a suicide mission anymore. There ain’t no trains coming if that’s what you were hoping!”

Ty glanced at him, her eyes narrowing as she peered through the dim light. He looked oddly familiar now that she actually looked at him. Like she was supposed to know his face. However, after just completing the most awesome escape plan to be used since The Great Escape, even titled for it's awesomeness, and then tripping over a man in a subway tunnel and falling face down into the dirt, a man's face that perhaps she should know was the last thing on her mind.


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Sebastian O'Kelle
Posted: Feb 23 2012, 05:08 PM


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Sebastian was just reaching the part where David, the main character in the book, got trapped in the supermarket with his son and neighbour. He'd actually seen the movie but from what he heard, and from what he knew from personal experiences, books were always a whole lot better than the movies. Being absorbed by the endless stream of words that painted up the supermarket along with the people in it cut Sebastian away from the reality around himself. It was one of the best things about books. You could just forget everything for a little while.

Though Sebastian heard the fast paced steps approaching he didn't as much as look up, resulting in him being stumbled upon. Literally. Eyes flickered up just in time to watch the woman tangle her feet on his legs, causing her to fall. He had no chance at all to try and ease her fall but could only watch as she fell, almost in slow motion, and hit the ground. When the woman first spoke Sebastian didn't say anything. He turned his head away as he reached up to adjust his cap.

"Some of us are just looking for some peace and quiet." And he obviously wasn't getting either of those. Sebastian glanced up at her again after his supposed attempt to set her straight. It wasn't his fault that she'd fallen head over heels over him. He bit down on his lower lip as he watched her. "Are you alright?" He eventually croaked up as he closed the book and let it rest in his lap. It had been a nasty fall and despite her attitude he still felt obliged to make sure that she was alright.

As Sebastian waited for some kind of response that would assure him that the darkhaired woman was alright, his eyes surveyed her face from underneath the visor of his cap. She looked strangely familiar. Where had he seen her before? He squinted in his eyes to try and make out her features in the light. The moment he realised who she was his eyes widened again. Normally you'd just forget a girl who slapped you after thinking that you hit on them but since he hadn't actually tried anything, and she'd refused to believe him, the rules were a little different. He hadn't forgotten but he was pretty sure she didn't remember him. From the looks of it she didn't, anyway. The bad light and his attempt to hide his face probably didn't help.

Still, now knowing who she was presented another problem: introduce himself or not. It had been so long since he'd seen a familar face and though they'd learned each others names in the most awkward situation all those years ago he was still happy to see that she was alive and well. "Long time no see, Addison." He didn't actually know her first name. Not yet, anyway. And if she already suspected she knew him then that would certainly assure her that that was the case.


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Ty Addison
Posted: Feb 24 2012, 12:04 PM


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Ty brushed her hands over her face again, trying to feel for signs of injury. Apart from the dents in her skin the stones and gravel had made, she was pretty sure she was alright. Grasping the bottoms of her trousers, she dragged them up her legs, revealing some heavy army boots and then two scraped knees. It was nothing she couldn’t live with.

“I’m alright,” she answered, her temper fading a little.

She glanced at the man again. He really did look familiar, she just couldn’t place why. Maybe she’d seen him in the compound during one of her many visits, an escaped slave like she was. He certainly wasn’t Eighth unless he’d joined recently. However, the memory came with him in an army uniform.

The idea that he came down into the tunnels for peace and quiet resonated with Ty. She liked the tunnels, all the little unknown places you could hide away. From her experience, people bothered you less in the tunnels, maybe because they figured you were damaged or not, she didn’t know, but there was a warm and safe feeling she got here. Of course, she knew she was in the minority of that feeling, she knew a lot of people found the tunnels cold, dark, and unwelcoming.

His comment of it being long time no see had Ty look at him in surprise, but it was the use of her last name that had her mouth drop open, her back straighten almost painfully, her shoulders back, hands instinctively balled into fists at her sides. However he knew her, it couldn’t be good, and she couldn’t work out how with that blasted cap in the way.

She didn’t like the feeling that he knew more about him than she did of her, and so, with quick reflexes, her hand shot out, grasping the peak of the cap and whipping it from his head, revealing his face properly. The moment she did, it was like the information punched her in the stomach. She knew why she’d had an inkling of an Army uniform. It wasn’t because he was Eighth, it was because he’d been army.

“Kelle,” she answered, holding the cap away from him so he couldn’t take it back. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She frowned. Her memory of Sebastian O’Kelle had not been a good one, at least that she remembered most clearly. The guy had been in her training for the army, specifically the medics training. There had been a misunderstandings of sorts... the misunderstanding being that she didn’t want him anywhere near her and was rather physical with her demonstration of how strongly she felt about the matter. Still, seeing someone from that life was surprising, especially when she’d been on her way to see Beck.

However, despite the problems she’d had with Kelle back before all this, she’d felt bad that his father had been made such a shining example of what the Adveni could do. From what she’d heard, the rest of his family had suffered the same fate. Ty had to admit, she thought Sebastian had been amongst them.

“I thought you were dead!” she announced thoughtfully.


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Sebastian O'Kelle
Posted: Feb 26 2012, 07:59 AM


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Sebastian let out his breath when Ty said that she was fine. Even if he didn't consider the literal 'falling head over heels' scene his fault he still wanted to make sure she wasn't hurt, which she obviously wasn't. It would have been his luck if she had, though. Bad luck seemed to be drawn to him like insects are drawn to light as of late. And though he still remembered how to treat injuries but he hadn't done it in a long time, so he was happy to hear that nothing was broken or otherwise bruised. Well, aside from her knees.

Her knees didn't seem to bother Ty half as much as not knowing who he was. It brought a faded smile to his lips. Sebastian kept his eyes steady on her from under the rim of his cap. It didn't last long as her hand suddenly shot out and grabbed at his cap. He flinched back, his heart skipping fast in his chest as he pressed his back against the wall and stared at her. When he realised that she'd only been after his cap and not out to throw a punch at him he let out a low sigh, his shoulders sagging as he relaxed. Sebastian's eyes flickered down to the ground when she spoke his name. "You remember, huh?" A half-smile passed over his lips before he tilted his head down, scratching the top of his head to help hide his face from others who passed by. "I was trying to read a book before a certain someone decided to fall into my lap." He paused. "Can I have my cap back?" He felt incredibly exposed without it.

Holding out a hand, expecting to get the cap back, Sebastian glanced up at her. "You and everybody else. That was the idea." He bit down on his lower lip. "You don't keep an eye out for people who are dead." Not that it would do him any good now. He wasn't sure exactly how they'd found out that he was still alive but the word had spread like a fire. He'd always known it would only be a matter of time so part of him was happy to have had a proper home for at least a while. The Adveni had destroyed that as well. In the search for him they had ransacked his apartment and more or less turned it upside down. He hadn't been back there since, afraid that they were still keeping an eye on the place.

He shot a glance at a man who passed by and spent a little too long for Sebastian's liking looking their way. Wary eyes soon returned to Ty again. He plucked the book from his lap, stuffing it into his backpack once again. "You look different, but at least your attitude hasn't changed." Another pause. Maybe it was just the lack of a uniform. He'd never seen her in a civilian outfit before. "Anyway, where were you going? You seemed to be in a hurry."


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Ty Addison
Posted: Feb 27 2012, 01:19 PM


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If Ty was going to rank people she wanted to run into in a dark tunnel by order of preference, Sebastian O’Kelle would not have been at the top of the list, even without including the fact she’d fell face first over his legs. Hell, Sebastian O’Kelle wouldn’t have ranked in the top ten if she could think of ten people she actually wanted to see. Luckily though, he wasn’t in the bottom 1 million people in Adlai she would seriously hate to run into in a darkened tunnel either. He was human, that gave him a distinctive leg up on the competition.

Usually, Ty would have been suspicious that he was Adveni, that he’d been undercover or what not, but unless the Adveni switched out the President’s son with a doppelganger robot, she was pretty sure Sebastian O’Kelle was a born and bred human, even if he was still in the Neanderthal stages of evolution.

Holding the cap away from him for a few more seconds, Ty surveyed him thoughtfully. He looked more worn than she remembered, less Ivy League pretty boy, but then, so did most people. She could run into Brad Pitt and he’d probably look a little worse for wear.

“What can I say, you leave an impression,” she answered. “Or more leaving my fist’s impression on your face left an impression.”

Rolling her eyes, she tossed the cap carelessly into his lap. His explanation as to why people thought he was dead made pretty good sense. Ty didn’t exactly go around looking for dead people, she wasn’t the little kid in the Sixth Sense. But it also did explain that he was hiding out, which seemed a rather practical idea when your family was the first to die in a world war. She could imagine there were quite a few Adveni who would want to cut off the entire O’Kelle line.

“It’s the hair,” she explained as he commented that she looked different. “Adveni find the whole neat army hairstyle a bit of a giveaway that you actually know how to kick their ass. Plus, they find it more difficult to get a fistful of it to shove you face first into a wall.”

She grinned a little, raising an eyebrow.

“Hurry would be about right. Unlike you, I didn’t get the luxury of faking my own death, had to just hot foot it like the rest of us non-famous people,” she answered. “I was on my way to find someone. Thought it best to get underground quick as possible.”

Ty didn't think it was a good idea to mention Beck by name. For all she knew, Sebastian didn't know who was in the tunnels. For now, it was best to keep it that way.


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Posted: Feb 27 2012, 05:34 PM


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Sebastian blinked a few times in surprise. Really? Did she still hold that against him? It wasn't like he'd done anything other than approach her, with friendly intentions. Not the kind of friendly where he'd expected to shag her, more with the expectation of befriending her. Either way, that had gone out of the window a long time ago. A long time ago. Yea, and she was still kind enough to remember him of the punch. Reaching up he rubbed his cheek. It had been a good punch. One his mates hadn't let him forget anytime soon. He was glad they hadn't been able to think of a quirky nickname for him. He'd heard others weren't as lucky.

With the cap back in his possession Sebastian pulled it on, relaxing even further now that his face was properly hidden again. Glancing up at Ty from underneath the rim again he arched an eyebrow at her explanation. She had a point. Her hair had been much shorter back in the day. What didn't amuse him was her explanation to why she'd grown it longer. He knew that most Adveni's didn't treat their slaves right but he hadn't expected that to come from her. Had she been one of them? A drysta? He frowned.

"So the ass-kicking part of you hasn't changed either." He mused, instead of lingering on the idea that she'd been someones slave. It wasn't like they knew each other well enough to discuss things like that, anyway. Pushing himself up on his feet he grabbed his backpack and hauled it onto his back. He tried not to put too much weight on the fact that she'd called him famous and thrown luxury into the mix. He would have prefered being one of the faceless people in the crowd the Adveni didn't care much for. It would have made his life a hell of a lot easier.

"Who are you running from? Sounds a lot unlike you." It did. She'd been one of the fiercest females he'd met in his time in the army. Though Sebastian was curious about this someone Ty was going to meet he didn't want to push her further. If she wanted him to know, which she had no reason to, she'd have mentioned this person by name already. And he wasn't one for poking his nose where it didn't belong. If he stayed out of others people's businesses' there was a slight chance that they would stay out of his.

Though Ty stumbling on top of him was probably a rare occurrence Sebastian didn't want to stick around for another person to go through the same routine as she had. It was mere luck that she'd been a friendly face and not one of the many greedy people he'd bumped into ever since his family's murder. He figured that Juliette Lake was probably a better bet even if it wasn't, by any means, good. Just better. Less crowded. "Do you want some company? Since we're both heading in the same direction..." His voice trailed off. "Don't usually see a fr-familiar face." He explained with a vague smile.

He'd almost said friendly. A mistake, since there really wasn't anything that even resembled friendship between them. Making friends under these circumstances seemed almost impossible. At least for him.


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Posted: Feb 27 2012, 09:27 PM


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Ty hadn't been one of the 'I'm going to be a man' women in the army. She'd not lopped off all her hair at bootcamp or anything, her hair had been shoulder length, normal, but it had constantly been pulled back into a perfect knot at the base of her skull, mainly to make sure no superiors took a disliking to her and decided to cut her hair off themselves. She'd never heard of anyone actually doing that, but it was a random irrational fear. Personally, she liked it the way it was now. The long hair thing seemed to work for her, plus it was easy to hide behind a lot of the time.

Watching as Sebastian pulled his cap back on, dragging it down until it almost obscured his eyes, Ty realised they all had their methods of hiding. Sebastian used his hat, she used her hair, Beck used the fact no Advena knew what the fuck he looked like. They were all hiding in some way.

Her lips tugged up a little into a smirk as he commented that her ass kicking hadn't changed. No doubt he thought she was a vicious bitch like all the rest, and maybe she was sometimes. She just didn't like people taking advantage because she was a woman. Being female didn't give men the right to grab your ass at every oportunity. Maybe that was one of the good things about Damien, he hadn't tried to touch her at all.

"Owner," Ty answered simply, pushing herself to her feet. "Being someone's play thing suits me even less than running away."

She glanced sideways at him, falling into step next to him. His quick change in tact as he stated how nice it was to see someone he knew brought a broader grin to Ty's lips. He'd almost said friendly but changed it at the last second. She supposed he would hardly consider her friendly, after the mark she'd left on his face the last time he saw her. Funnily enough, Sebastian hadn't been that bad a guy in training. When she heard the President's son was on base, she'd assumed he'd be a pompous, wouldn't do anything for himself because he was special, asshole. Apart from the one bad evening, he'd seemed somewhat alright.

"Being dead will do that to you," she answered, glancing at him again and raising an eyebrow. "Funnily enough, being a slave will do it to you too. Most I saw of familiar faces was behind bars. Whoever thought being in prison would be more acceptable than living in a nice house with someone who pays for everything for you?"


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Posted: Feb 28 2012, 06:05 PM


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Sebastian had a lot of thoughts about Ty as a person but surprisingly few of them were condescending, or even negative in any way. He could get that she'd been defensive back in the army because even if people spoke of equal rights it was still tougher being one of few females in a male ruled profession. He knew what kind of effect a group of guys could have on each other and for most of the time their banter would include making fun of each other and speaking of the other sex as objects than a people. And though she'd left a less than pretty mark, which made it hard for him to even consider befriending her, he still thought she was a good soldier. She seemed reliable, to him, and in combat that was really all that mattered.

Only they weren't in the field anymore. The war had already ended and what they did now resembled a mix between tag and hide and seek more than anything else. When Ty threw owner out there like it wasn't a big deal Sebastian smiled meekly. "I guess you're right." He wondered idly if she was putting on a show or if she really didn't let the whole drysta-ordeal drag her down. He imagined most people would have let it define them rather than letting the experience define after themselves. "So what happened to you, after the war?"

Sebastian had seen a fair share of those he'd known perish after the war had arrived on their doorstep. Most of them had gone down fighting but far from the majority of his friends had been trained for anything like this. Even worse was that he didn't know whether or not his closest circle of friends were still alive. When the communications had been severed, so had the link that connected him to all those he knew. He supposed it had played a part in people thinking he'd been dead, which was nice in its own way but ultimately had left him all alone.

As they headed down the tunnel Sebastian kept readjusting his backpack, time and time again. "Wish I could have stayed dead." If he had, he'd still had a home. A place to go back to. A safe zone. He glanced at Ty. "You seem to be doing better than most other Dreta I've seen." He wasn't sure why he was even commenting on it to start with. But it was a comfort in itself to know that the Adveni was unable to break all of them.


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Ty scuffed her boots against the ground as they walked. She'd been in such a hurry to get to the Eighth, to get to Beck, and yet, talking with Sebastian made her a little happier to take her time. Maybe it was seeing him, knowing that he'd escaped, that reminded her that she really had done it, she'd escaped. She'd gotten away and she would be back with the Eighth, taking a little more time getting there didn't seem so bad when she would be with them for a long time.

His question about the war brought a surprised glance from Ty in his direction, but she brushed off her surprise and shrugged.

"Got out of base under Lieutenant Casey, he brought us down toward Adlai," she explained. "Ain't been here before, so I kinda stuck with them, but back in uh, January I think, I made a stupid mistake, ended up in the Compound. Was sold off a couple of times, but gave those Vtensu bastards so much trouble they always sent me back. This latest owner, he was more mellow than them. I guess they think I was some kind of challenge or whatever. Anyway, I escaped."

She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow and giving him a lopsided smile. He would understand that she could be more trouble than she was worth, she'd caused him trouble and he'd not paid anything for it. She kicked a stone out in front of her.

"Lot of those fuckheads seem to think a shy kid is one they can beat around however they want and someone who fights back just needs to be 'broken', like it'll make us love 'em or something. When they realise I have no intention of ever liking one of them, they kinda... give up. Or at least, most of them did. This last one, it was like he enjoyed that I hated his guts."

An almost cheeky grin split over Ty's lips and she swung her arms back and forth happily in an almost childlike manner.

"He didn't like it when I broke all the locks in his windows then set off a load of fires in his living room," she announded happily.


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Sebastian lowered his gaze to the ground, watching where he set his feet rather than be caught staring at Ty when she told him her story. Casey. Though he'd pretty much stayed off the radar he'd still heard about that guy and he vaguely remembered him from the time he'd served. Beck Casey. He was leader of the Eighth now, wasn't he? At least last time he'd heard. Sebastian glanced towards Ty before turning his eyes back to the ground again. All of their lives had changed so drastically but it was nice to see that Ty wasn't letting herself go down because of it.

Sebastian just barely fought off the smile that tried to surface. Though he certainly hadn't liked getting a piece of her attitude back in the day he had to admit that he liked her view on their supposed rulers. "He enjoyed it?" Made this fella, whoever he was, sound rather malicious. The Adveni never ceased to amaze him. He snickered quietly when she happily announced that she'd broken the locks in this guys windows, and set his place on fire. "Honestly, I don't think anybody would be happy about that." Sebastian sure wouldn't.

Noticing the stone that Ty had kicked only moments earlier Sebastian reached out with his foot to give it a kick it forward. When they reached it again he kicked it again, using the side of his foot to make sure he didn't kick it in Ty's way.

Still, it seemed like this Adveni was more capable than either of them wanted to give him credit for. How else had he been able to keep Ty locked up so long? Or more importantly, if she'd been such a hassle why had he kept her alive? Most Adveni would have just tired of handling such a stubborn human. Either way, Sebastian was glad she was still breathing. Knowing that they were fighting, and not all being killed because of it, filled him with a sense of pride. It would be so easy to just fall in line and do as they were told, and it wouldn't have been the first time the humans chose easy over what was right.

"You're going to see Casey now?" Reaching up Sebastian scratched his elbow. He'd heard the rumors that the Eighth were down here as well but he'd never really looked for them. He wasn't even sure why. If anybody could help him then it would be them, but at the same time he didn't want to sign up for something he wasn't sure he could handle. Had he been just another guy it would have been fine, but being who he was meant that people expected him to know what to do and how to act. He didn't.


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Ty watched as the stone bounced away from Sebastian's foot, clattering down the tunnel in front of them. She smirked and nodded a little as he confirmed that her owner, or ex owner as she suppose he was now, had enjoyed arguing with her.

Damien had definitely been more restrained than the other Adveni that had tried owning her. Whether it was a natural restraint or because he'd trained and worked as one of the Adveni elite soldiers, she didn't know. With a jolt, she realised she would never know, she never had to see him again. She wasn't sad about leaving Damien, she was thrilled with her accomplishment at escaping, but she knew he was much better than some of the others, she'd lived it after all.

"He deserved it," she answered. "They all do."

Ty knew that there were nice Adveni, those who truly wanted to assimilate, but their silence against the atrocities vein committed against humans screamed their guilt as loudly as those committing the crimes in Ty's opinion.

She glanced at Sebastian, catching his eye as he looked away from her. Was he still worried she would attack him again? She grinned a little that her punch had left such an impact after all this time if he was indeed worried.

Ty wasn't sure she should tell Sebastian about Beck and the Eighth, but he had been with them in the army, he knew Beck, and the way she figured it, he had as much reason as she did if not more to find their old superior.

"Yeah, the Eighth are mostly up in the City Line tunnels," she explained. "They're the only family I have. Guess you know what that's like, right?"

Ty didn't even think about the fact the subject might be difficult for Sebastian, tact had never been her strongest suit.

"He'll be happy to see you," she offered almost cheerfully. "Even if you were a bit of a preppy bastard."

Her small smile split into a broad grin. Back when she had know Sebastian before, she would have been happy never to see him again, but she was quite happy she had run into him, (or fallen over him.) Better the devil you know she supposed.


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Sebastian O'Kelle
Posted: Mar 3 2012, 04:12 PM


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Someone who enjoyed spending time with a rebellous drysta who set things on fire were either a sadist or a person with an angel's patience in Sebastian's book. He wasn't sure which one he preferred. Either way, he supposed it didn't matter now. Ty were free of the guy and it didn't sound like she was very keen on going back there. When Ty said that her owner had deserved it he nodded slowly, agreeing with every word. "Not going to argue with you on that." No, he didn't trust them either. Bunching together all the Adveni he'd bumped into so far they had caused him more harm than good.

"Besides, I know what'll be waiting for me if I try." He smiled a little. Yeah, his last argument with her hadn't gone very well. Kicking the stone yet again he frowned a little. Waiting for her to decide whether or not to tell him who she was meeting. When she decided to be honest about it he gave her a quick look, followed by a vague smile. At least now he knew where the Eighth were for certain. Not that it would serve him in any way, except gaining further knowledge about the city in itself.

When Ty mentioned family his smile quickly faded, his mouth becoming a thin line. "I guess." Years had passed since his entire family had been killed but that didn't make it any easier to think about. He knew his mother would have wanted him to be strong for her and that his father most likely wouldn't approve of the way he got around these days but he didn't see a way to change. Or a reason to. He was still alive, despite everybody else betting against him; thinking that he'd die sooner or later. If not by Adveni hands then because he wouldn't be able to survive in the real world. Sebastian had pretty much heard it all. Some people set their hopes to him but those who didn't often talked trash about him and his father.

Sebastian frowned when Ty continued by claiming that he'd be happy to see him. He as in Beck? He couldn't imagine who else she'd meant so that was probably it. As he realised she was assuming that he'd go all the way to the Eighth with her he instantly slowed to a stop and shook his head. "I don't think- I shouldn't." Now much more aware of their surroundings Sebastian tried to navigate himself. He wasn't sure how deep they'd gone.

"Are we close?" If they were Sebastian's plan was to pretty much backtrace their steps until he could find his way back to the more familiar tunnels. He didn't want to see Beck. He didn't want to risk another guy setting his hopes to him. Still not moving from the spot Sebastian shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, and back again, as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his dirty and worn jacket.


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Ty Addison
Posted: Mar 4 2012, 12:45 PM


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Ty couldn't really imagine Sebastian's feelings on his situation. She'd chosen her life, given up her family to join the army and then agreed to follow Beck off base when the Adveni attacked. She'd decided to join the Eighth and put herself in danger. Sebastian had not been given her choices, he'd not put himself in danger by fighting back, he was hunted simply because of who his father was.

She smiled a little foolishly as he commented that he knew what was waiting if he tried to argue with her. Ty supposed maybe she'd mistaken Sebastian back then, but she wasn't going to say it. If she was wrong and she hadn't mistaken him originally, then he'd try again and she'd have to punchi him all over again. That would just be inconvenient at this point.

As he worried that he shouldn't accompany her to the Eighth and slowed his step, Ty took a few steps before she realised that Sebastian was no longer with her. Stopping, Ty turned around and looked at him with a surprised look.

"Why?" she asked, the answer that he should be coming with her seemingly obvious. The Eighth could help him, they could protect him.

"Not far, maybe quarter mile," she exclaimed, still frowning as she wondered why he wouldn't come with her.

"Why wouldn't you want to see Beck?"


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Sebastian O'Kelle
Posted: Mar 7 2012, 10:34 AM


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Being the son of Jonathan O'Kelle hadn't always been easy but Sebastian would be lying if he said that it was all bad. There had been a lot of good things about being his son, as well. Good or bad he didn't want to linger on the thought and no matter what he did people would always judge him for being the last one alive from the O'Kelle family. Some called him a coward for running, others thought of it as him retreating to fight another day. He had yet to decide which side he stood on himself in that argument.

When Ty asked him why he didn't want to go Sebastian frowned and lowered his gaze. He should have realised she'd want to know why. "I'm not ready." A simple explanation but it told her everything she needed to know. At least he hoped so. He felt a little bit like it was just another excuse the way he always told himself that in his current shape he'd be of little use. He would probably never truly be a hundred percent ready, at least not the way he wanted to be. And it was outright stupid of him not to seek refugee at the Eighth's camp seeing as it was probably one of the few places where he could feel safe and where he could do some good. Still, part of him wanted him going there to be his own choice, and now didn't feel like the right time.

"I need some more time." Sebastian licked his lips nervously. If he showed up looking like this he wouldn't inspire many and his greatest fear was to disappoint. Looking up he smiled vaguely, a forced smile. "You understand, right?" Would she? She were the complete opposite of him when it came down to attitude. He slowly shook his head. "Bottom line, I'm not going." He declared with a shrug as he looked over his shoulder.

"I should probably get back before I lose my way down here." It wasn't a long-shot. Sebastian wasn't used to the tunnels and there were so many down here that one could easily get lost. Though eventually he would probably hit a station or two. Looking back towards Ty he made a gesture down the tunnel she was going. "Do you mind not telling anyone you saw me? Still trying to keep a low profile, for what it's worth." When people talked about seeing him or even talking to him with others the word usually spred like a wildfire and he really didn't need to give more hints to the hunters and whoever else was after him.


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Ty Addison
Posted: Mar 7 2012, 08:25 PM


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If it were back when she'd originally met Sebastian O'Kelle, Ty probably would have called him a fucking idiot and a coward. She would have taunted him that people didn't always get to do things when they were ready and he should grow a set of balls and face things head on.

However, back when she'd known Sebastian O'Kelle before, his whole family hadn't been murdered on a public stage. He wasn't a wanted man. Back when Ty had known him before, she'd not been subjected to every humiliation and suffering she could think of except water boarding.

"You will be," she answered. "And at least you know they're here when you are."

She shrugged, glancing over her shoulder down the tunnel and then back the way they came. It seemed this was where her fri-familiar face left him. If things were like they'd been before, Ty fully expected a guard post around the next corner.

Grinning broadly as he suggested not mentioning she saw him, Ty stepped forward and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.

"I tell people I saw the President's dead son wandering a subway tunnel waiting for girls to fall over him, they'd send me back to the Adveni for cracking my sanity," she assured him with a wicked grin.

She stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him one last look over.

"Go get ready!" she informed him with a gentle nod. "You're gonna need it."

Without another word, without any actual goodbye, Ty turned on her heel and began almost marching down the tunnel into the gloom and away from the first fam...friendly face.


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