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Shit shit shitshitshit! There wasn't much room in Scrap's mind beyond the eternal string of curses and her body's instincts as she moved through the crowd. In most cases, it was considered an advantage to be in a large group of people when trying to evade someone following you. Easier to disappear in the throng, but it didn't seem to matter much to the guy following her. So far every trick in the book she'd thrown at him he'd overcome. It wasn't until she got a look at one of the guys following him that it all clicked into place. The burly guy shoving his way through the crowd after his companion was an enforcer in The Ravagers...which would make the smaller dude Hound, their tracker. It had been nearly a year since she'd healed one of their members and they'd been idly searching her out since. Their first offers to join them were downright generous. Scrap just had no interest in being part of a gang. The teenager may be a thief, but she didn't condone violent crimes, for which The Ravagers were partial to. Not knowing how Hound's tracking worked, there was no developing a plan to evade him. Surely, the more people around the better, right? Be it through scent as his namesake would indicate or some other sense.


What the hell was this crowd for anyway? It took her a few moments to recognize it as a line, a bloated one, but a line none-the-less. The closer she pushed her way to the front, the angrier people sounded. By the time she reached the door, security guards were alert and looking for the source of the disturbance, so she darted out of the line and around the corner of the building. Hopefully, the thugs shoving people out of their way behind her would be stalled by the bouncers.

The alley was empty and Scrap wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. It allowed her to sprint unencumbered, but that meant her stalkers could as well. Crossing the distance as quickly as she could, she took the next corner too fast, skidding in a puddle of water from that morning's rain. An unintelligible curse hissed from between her clenched teeth at her torn pants and road burn as she scrambled to regain her momentum. It was dumb luck that the backdoor to the building was propped open with a water bottle--undoubtedly left there by the person standing some twenty feet away puffing on a cigarette. Either way, the street urchin stepped through it and into a hallway.

It was long, stretching the length of the building, with doors every teen feet or so. It was a straight shot, meaning that if someone entered the hall--such as from the alley--they would see her immediately. That only left one option. Holding her breath, she grabbed the first knob within reach and turned it--giving a silent thank you to whatever gods were watching over her just then when it opened. So preoccupied with who may be behind her, the teen didn't even look to see if the place was empty. She just slipped in, facing the door, and closed it as swiftly as silence would allow. Willing her breathing to slow, she kept an ear close to the wood, straining to hear any approaching footsteps.

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]Maia strolled purposefully down the narrow corridor, the heels of her red bottomed louboutins clicking against the linoleum in a somewhat rhythmic manner. As she drew closer to the end of the winding hallway, the brunette could make out the silhouette of a burly man leaning casually against an archway. The brawny gentleman lounged with his muscular arms folded across his chest as she approached only budging from his post as the pop star attempted to move past him through the opening. Shifting his position to block her entrance, he held his hands out towards her saying "Just a moment Ms. Morales. They are still setting up. It will just be another minute or two." Nodding, the young woman took a step back and closed her eyes inhaling deeply as she did so. Regardless of how many of these events that she attended, the singer still felt anxious. Even now the nineteen year old's heart was hammering so loudly in her chest that she feared it would explode. Her delicate hands were dampened with perspiration as she slowly exhaled attempting to calm her frayed nerves.


Even with all the cinderblock between herself and the crowd, Maia could still feel the waves of excitement emanating from the masses and it was already beginning to make the starlet's head throb. Suddenly, the throng erupted in thunderous applause as the strapping young man in front of her moved aside and gestured for her to enter. Tentatively, the teenager stepped into the open space lifting a hand to her face to shield her eyes as a flood of bright light shone on her. To the right of her was a long black barricade of which a horde of people stood behind chanting her name. Beaming at the crowd, the teen waved enthusiastically calling out to them "Hey guys! How's everybody doing? Thanks for coming out today." Out of the corner of her eye, Maia could see a tall, pale man with shaggy brown hair and a face full of freckles waving at her. As she met his gaze, the man gestured for her to follow him to a corner of the room where a colorful backdrop and camera had been set up. The brunette had been just as to follow along behind him when a nagging feeling begin nattering away at the base of her skull.


"Hold on for a second Josh," Maia stated as she turned back to the crowd, her gaze flitting over the faces of the fans gathered there seeking the source of the extreme sadness that had just washed over her with such potency that it threatened to take her breath away. Eventually, the young woman's gaze settled on a mother with her long blond hair drawn atop her head in a messy bun and dark circles under her piercing cobalt orbs. Clinging to her hand was a girl who couldn't be more than ten or eleven years old, however the girl's blanched complexion and frail frame gave her the appearance of being significantly younger. A bandana was wrapped about the girl's head and Maia couldn't help but to notice how smooth the skin of the child's scalp was. Making a beeline for the pair, Maia reached out for the little girl's hand. Clasping the child's hand in her own, the teen idol said with a smile "Hello beautiful. How would you like to hang out with me while I sign a few autographs today?" The teenager's light orbs drifted over to the blonde as she inquired "Is that alright mom?" The young girl looked up to her mother with hope shimmering in her azure orbs. With tears brimming in her own eyes, the older woman merely nodded.


Taking a few steps back from the barricade, Maia said softly "Let her through Mike." The bulky young man whom had been guarding the door that she'd entered through quirked a brow at her skeptically. Fixing the large man with a steely glare, Maia gestured towards the barricade with a delicate nod of her head. Sighing, Mike shuffled over to the barrier. Reaching over it his fingers nimbly undid the lock allowing the door to swing open and the child to step through. No sooner did she slide past the barrier did the girl run towards Maia and wrap her arms around the superstar. Maia embraced her warmly for several minutes before pulling away. Lifting her hand to her neck, the singer removed a her long conch shell necklace and slipped it around the little girl's neck before motioning for her to follow.


~An hour later~

Spent after dedicating the past hour to hugging, shaking hands, taking pictures, and signing autographs a weary Maia bid farewell to her fans as she promised to see them all at the impending concert. Flanked by Mike and her other bodyguard Joe whom had arrived shortly into the festivities, Maia strolled back down the hall towards her dressing room. The meet and greet and concert had been spaced out far enough apart that she should be able to catch a quick nap before she had to get ready to go onstage. Turning the doorknob, Maia slipped inside the room. Once inside, the singer's slender fingers slid alongside the wall seeking the light switch panel. Flicking the light switch upwards, Maia winced a little as the room was instantly bathed in light. Stepping further in the room, the singer had been about to plop down on the chaise in the corner when she could have sworn that she saw movement in the back of the room. A hard lump formed in the pop singer's throat as she moved towards her vanity. With her heart racing she called out shakily "Um.... hello? Is anyone here?"

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Heart hammering against her rib cage, Scrap willed it so calm the fuck down as she pressed her ear to the door, waiting with baited breath. When the lights flooded on, she jerked in surprise, pressing her back against the door and staring with wide, blue-green eyes into the rest of the room. The room wasn't large, but there was some sort of clothing rack blocking her view of the rest of it. Movement on the other side had the urchin sinking down in an effort to hide. It made little sense that her stalkers would come from the other side, but she didn't survive this long by making assumptions.

Then a voice came. A woman's voice that sounded just as alarmed as she was. Scrap's mind quickly ran through possible outcomes. The stranger could call for security and she would be kicked out, where The Ravagers were possibly laying in wait. If Scrap appealed to her, asked her to be quiet, maybe she would let her hide here and out wait the men. But what if Hound tracked her and this innocent bystander was in the way? Guilt clawed at her. What if this woman got hurt because of her? Swallowing hard, the teenager stood and stepped to the side of the fixture of costumes, holding up her hands. "Hey, please don't scream. Sorry to barge in...uh, the back door was open." She swiped at her forehead where her bangs stuck to her forehead from sweat.

She surely looked like a sight. Cheeks flushed from her mad run, moisture beading her brow, pant leg torn and soaked from her fall outside. And none of this was even including her usual state of ill-fitting, worn clothing stained from stubborn street grime and dirty hands with dried and cracked cuticles. "I was just passing through. I don't want any trouble." While she typically tried to lower her voice, throwing more shade on her perceived gender, she didn't this time. The woman--a teenager really, only a little older than herself--would feel less threatened by another female.

Even as she appealed to the pop star, the street waif kept an ear on the door at her back, glancing back at it briefly as concern creased her brows.

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]The pounding of the brunette's heart was deafening as her fair orbs darted nervously about the dressing room in a somewhat vain attempt to detect any additional movement within the small space that might either confirm or disprove her theory that she was not alone. Inhaling deeply, Maia held her breath counting to ten in her mind before slowly exhaling. A technique recommended by her life coach during times of extreme stress or anxiety. Pull it together girl, the singer chastised herself. There is no one in here with you because there's no way that anyone would be able to get in here without being noticed, You're probably just tired and hungry, she reasoned. At the mention of food, the nineteen year old's stomach rumbled reminding her of just how light her breakfast of oatmeal, fruit, and yogurt had truly been. Either her breathing technique was working or her brain had decided that it couldn't be bothered to juggle both fear and anger at the same time. Whatever the cause might have been, the teenager could feel her heart rate gradually stabilizing as her hunger pangs simultaneously increased.

Just as she had turned to make her way to the refrigerator in the far left hand corner of the room, the irritating sensation at the base of her skull returned causing the teen to stop mid step. Fear... overwhelming... gut wrenching... fear. Alarmingly, the fear was not her own. She'd been freaked out by the notion of someone else managing to sneak into her dressing room and still being in there with her, but this was...intense. Suddenly, the fear had a voice and a feminine one at that. Whirling around, Maia turned just in time to see someone slip out from behind the clothing rack towards the back of the room. The girl's appearance was haggard to say the least with soiled and torn clothing. Her cheeks were tinged pink whether from embarrassment or exertion, the singer couldn't quite be sure as the younger girl's fear was masking any underlying emotions. Well, actually...she was picking up a smidge of guilt. What on earth could that be about? This girl was definitely not a fan so what the heck was she doing in here?

However, more concerning than any of that was the intruder's explanation as to how she'd managed to get inside. Shifting her gaze back to the clothing rack that the girl had emerged from, the pop star noted that there was in fact a partially concealed back door that was slightly ajar. "Oh my God, I didn't even know this room had a back door. Mike is absolutely going to lose it when he finds out that someone left that open," the starlet muttered as she moved past the stranger. Kicking away the water bottle that had been used to prop the door open, Maia pulled the door shut. Even without the utilization of her ability, Maia could tell that the other girl wasn't being completely honest with her. Frowning she said softly "Ok, I won't scream but... who are you? I mean I know that the door was open by why did you come in here? I mean it seems pretty clear that you didn't even know what kind of room you were running into. So, that seems to rule out the theory of you being a fan of mine."

The teen idol's gaze drifted from the face of the invader to the main entrance of the room as she added "Passing through to where? My guards are either posted next to the door if not super close by. Within earshot for sure. If you want out of here then you're going to have to go back the way you come because if you step out that door, they'll be on you in a second. They aren't going to let you wander around the area of the building unencumbered. They are a little paranoid like that."

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Well, she didn't scream. That was a good sign, right? The teen stepped aside as the brunette moved past her to unblock and close the door. Guess the person on their smoke break was shit out of luck. Scrap was sure to keep her hands where the other girl could see them--no sense in causing her extra alarm. Normally one to shove them into the front pocket of her hoodie, she opted to folding her arms instead. Light brows creased in confusion at the mention of 'not being a fan'. "Uhh, yeah. Sorry, I have no idea who you are. You can call me Scrap." Her name typically gave people pause--understandably so, since it was not a normal one--and in this case she appreciated the moment to decide exactly how honest she was going to be. In the face of this distraction, her fear had ebbed, but her muscles were still tense and ready to bolt at a moment's notice. "Honestly? I was just looking for a place to hang low for a few." Partial truth would do.

The idea of guards had urchin blowing out a frustrated breath, mussing up her short hair further by running a hand through it. She figured there would be guards, like the ones out front, but having it confirmed changed things. Scrap was shaking her head before the other teenager had finished her suggestion about going back out the way she came. "Can't do that." Just as she said it, muffled voices came from the other side of the back door, shortly followed by a thud. Maia would feel the increase in her intruder's adrenaline, but Scrap shoved down the fear best she could as she stepped between the starlet and the vibrating door. She would not be responsible for this innocent bystander being hurt. "Look, there are unhappy metas on the other side of that door. Go to your guards. I'll...uh, I'll figure something out." Scrap flashed the other girl the most confident smile she could manage.

At least these guys didn't want her dead? Her only move now was to go with them willing and look for an escape later. Not looking back to see if Maia complied, the street waif swallowed thickly and squared her shoulders. She would not cower and she would not beg. If it did turn physical, she could heal herself. That was a bright side.

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]As Maia closed the door, the pop singer was vaguely aware that whomever had left it ajar in the first place would not be able to get back in, but she simply couldn't risk someone else sneaking in here. Especially if people on the street somehow discovered where it led. They'd simply have to go back in through the front which they should have done in the first place instead of placing her at risk like that. It would seem that her assertion that the intruder wasn't a fan proved to be accurate. However, the brunette was admittedly a little taken aback as Scrap confessed to not knowing who she was. Of course the teen had encountered several people who weren't exactly fans of her music. You couldn't please everyone after all,  but to not have heard of her period...well that was definitely a first. "Well, it's nice to meet you Scrap. I'm Maia and the room that you just barged into is my dressing room. I am a singer and I'm supposed to be performing here tonight."

A place to hang low? So then she was hiding from someone...or...something? Interesting, the teenager mused. Well, she supposed now that the ball was proverbially in her court. She could allow the girl to 'hang low' or she could insist that she leave whether it meant that she got tangled up with her guards or caught by whatever she was running from. The revelation that her dressing room was being guarded seemed to frustrate the other teen quite a bit, but surely she had to have known that was a possibility. The venue itself was heavily guarded on most sides and visibly so. The teen frowned causing little worry lines to crease her forehead as she contemplated the issue before her. Harm would most likely befall the girl if she left through the back and there was virtually nothing that she could do about that. However, she might be able to help her get out through the front. "Well, I suppose that I could tell my guards to stand down if you wanted to take your chances going through the front. If I tell them that you're..." 

The pop star's voice trailed off as a sickening thud could be heard from outside of her dressing room door. "What the..." Maia muttered. While the sound was disturbing to her, it seemed to kick Scrap's fear back into high drive as the younger girl stood in front of her placing herself between the starlet and the door whose knob was violently turning. At Scrap's explanation, the teen idol shifted her gaze back to the door. It didn't make much sense that a meta or even a group of them would be hunting a lowly human which would suggest that Scrap was most likely a meta as well. Well, that certainly explained a lot, she rationalized. Maia had no idea who was on the other side of that door, but what she did know was that the Scrap was terrified of them and the brunette didn't feel at all comfortable leaving her alone to face them. Especially if the girl's trackers had managed to take down her guards as she suspected from the thud earlier that they had. The nineteen year old wasn't given much more time to contemplate her next course of action as just then the door burst open and a mountain of a man barged in followed by a much younger and leaner man whom looked positively scrawny in comparison.

Having just about had her fill of her privacy being invaded, Maia stepped forward so that she was standing beside Scrap. Glaring icily at the pair, the singer cleared her mind focusing all of her attention on making herself appear to be as intimidating as possible. As she did so, the teen could feel a prickling sensation along her skin as it warmed to the touch. In a tone that was much more menacing than it should be for such a slender young girl, Maia hissed "I don't know who you are and I frankly don't care. Get out of my dressing room and leave this kid alone."


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Scrap's brows rose and then climbed higher as Maia continued her introduction. A singer? And with a crowd that size outside? It certainly explained the line, but a celebrity with that amount of customers must be famous, right? She had no idea--the street kid had no concept of that sort of thing. She had her own dressing room and body guards, so that said something. Was going to get arrested? The teen would look more impressed if she didn't other things to worry about. 

Being able to go through the front would be ideal and she was keen to give it a try until they were interrupted. Well, it was nice dreaming. Her pulse was racing and there was a rushing sound in her ears as she stood facing the door. Glancing behind her to make sure Maia had gone, eyes widened at realizing she hadn't. "Maia, go. Now, while you still--." The back door opened with a bang, making the lean teen jump and spin back around.

The bruiser's eyes locked on her immediately, irritation clear in their darker depths from the obstacle course she'd just put them through. He cracked his knuckles in menace as his smaller partner slipped his way in and around the big guy. Scrap splayed her hands in surrender and offered a wavering, sheepish smile. "Hey, guys. No need for this to get nasty..." She started, but tittered of when the singer stepped up next to her. The waif shot her a restrained, panic look. "What are you doing?" Her voice was soft, but whispered in a rush. Then she was speaking and Scrap suddenly did not feel safe next to her. It was like opening a box only to have a cobra raise out of its innocent depths. The girl swallowed hard and took a step back from her.

She wasn't the only one feeling that way. Hound's face paled and he moved back as well. His companion paused, eyes narrowing at the pop star as he weighed the threat. "She comes with us." He grunted, turning his head and raising his chin to show his neck and clearly reveal his gang tattoo--the silhouette of some sort of canine like beast with bared fangs. "Back off and you won't get hurt."

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]As she was introducing herself to Scrap, the brunette couldn't help but to note how odd of a feeling it was. Typically, when she was out on the town someone would approach and ask her if she was Maia Morales or they would tell her that she was as if she didn't already know, but never did she have to tell them who she was AND what she did for a living. She supposed that meeting Scrap was somewhat of a humbling experience in that regard. Sneaking the vagabond out the front seemed to be their only option but it wasn't going to be a easy sell. Even though it was clear to the brunette now that the drifter meant her no harm her guards would be far more discerning than she had been. If she insisted then they would stand down, but certainly wouldn't be pleased about it and would likely increase her security detail which was the last thing that she wanted. 


In a flash Scrap's fear had returned and with a much higher intensity than before. This seemed to be particularly true when the teen turned around to find her still standing there. It was both brave and admirable if not a bit foolish that the younger girl was trying so valiantly to protect her, but it was just not in the singer's nature to abandon someone in their hour of need. "I can't just leave you to deal with them alone. Come with..." Before Maia could make the suggestion that they make a break for it together to find her guards whom would them be forced to protect them both, the door flew open prompting them both to whirl around and face the new set of intruders. The larger man's vexation was rolling off of him in waves as he locked gazes with the wayward teenager seemingly completely oblivious to her presence. Despite the fact that Scrap was doing her best to soothe the goon's ruffled feathers, the starlet couldn't ignore the nefarious intent that she was feeling from these hoodlums.

The pained expression on the waif's face wasn't lost on the teenager as Scrap inquired was she was doing. With a knowing smile, Maia simply replied "Trust me." Regrettably, the teen idol had not yet learned how to focus her pheromones in just one direction or towards certain people for that matter. In fact, Maia wasn't altogether sure that such a thing was possible. As a result, the younger girl had likely gotten in the path of them as well. A theory that was later proved as Scrap stepped away from almost at the exact same time as the leaner of the depraved duo went ashen and also took a step back. The hulking hooligan, on the other hand was either not affected or had simply opted not to allow himself to be intimidated. Either way, he'd chosen the route of being a tough guy. Even going as far as to tilt his chin in such a way that his rather unsettling tattoo was visible. A clear attempt to intimidate her. 

So, he clearly wanted to play hard ball huh? Alright then, game on. Keeping a steady gaze on the towering figure lurking in the doorway, Maia took a couple of steps forward. With a smirk flitting across her lips, the brunette replied calmly "Alright then. Come get her." That said, Maia once again cleared her mind this time filling her head with the most loving thoughts that she could muster. As she did so the tingling of her skin intensified slightly.









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Confusion mixed with her sudden trepidation over the singer. She had just been talking to her and had been perfectly comfortable in her presence. Sure, Maia hadn't glared and demanded that Scrap get out, but wasn't in this instance either. So why was she so cautious of her all of a sudden? The more rational part of the thief's brain tried to calm the emotional part, but it wasn't working very well. Whatever the hell was going on, the meathead didn't seem much affected by it. Scrap wasn't sure how she hadn't had a heart attack from all of this. She was pretty sure she was about to witness something terrible and she wasn't even positive she could do anything about it.

Then the fear was ebbing and she had a sudden, deep affection for the starlet just after the young woman stepped forward with a challenge. The abrupt shift in her emotions was leaving her feeling a little queasy, but having the surge of positive emotions made more sense than what she was feeling just moments earlier. If the street kid thought what she was going through was perplexing, it was nearly distressing for the thugs. The scrawnier one looked like he just realized the person he was facing--and was intent on hurting moments before--turned into someone beloved to him, like a sister or lover. He looked sicker than Scrap was feeling earlier before from the emotional roller coaster.

These new feelings gave the larger thug pause, eyes squinting at the woman standing between him and his quarry. This obviously was not his first rodeo in dealing with unexpected powers, but even so, the emotions surging in his chest had him shifting uncomfortably. "You better knock that off." There wasn't much bite behind his warning. It was difficult to think about hurting someone you loved, even if a part of your brain knew it wasn't real. He didn't look nearly at determined as he had before.

Scrap took the opportunity to move back toward the front door. Maybe she could alert the guards while whatever Maia was doing was keeping them distracted. A side effect of feelings the starlet was causing in the younger teen was an increase in her protectiveness. Scrap couldn't physically do anything about this thugs, but security should have a better chance. Her hand was on the doorknob and turning it before either of the gang members noticed. The gorilla of a guy took a step forward, but his eyes darted back in uncertainty to Maia who was firmly in the way. The thief opened the door and called out into the hall. "Little help here? Famous singer in distress!" 

A snarled ripped free of the large man's throat as he glared over Maia's head to the slippery teen. "This isn't over." He spared an annoyed glance to the starlet before turning to leave, grabbing the shirt collar of his comrade to drag him along.

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]Having always been on the giving end rather than the receiving one, the brunette had honestly never considered how much emotional turmoil her ability put her victims through. Of course, she wasn't really in the habit of using her power offensively so it had never really been a concern before now. When it came to the thugs, the teenager had absolutely no regret for the emotional rollercoaster that she'd sent them spiraling down but Scrap didn't quite deserve the onslaught of emotions that she'd been dealing them. She would definitely owe the younger teen an apology when this was all over. That was of course assuming that she hadn't completely freaked the poor girl out that was. It was bad enough when people discovered that they were completely unable to safeguard their feelings in her presence but realizing that not only could she sense emotions but could manipulate them as well seemed to change the game for a lot of people.

The perplexity within the room was palpable as it was emanating from all three of them. Although Scrap seemed far more baffled than the thugs whom were currently far too consumed with battling their newfound love for her to attempt to uncover its origin. Curiously, enough the thinner of the pair seemed far more susceptible to her manipulations than the brawnier one. The smaller man blanched as if the mere thought of harming her was making him physically ill. The larger man, on the other hand, seemed quite conflicted. His commitment to the assignment that he'd been tasked with led him to issue a warning to her about toying with their emotions in the manner that she was doing, however, there was little conviction to be found in the statement as his body language betrayed him. The position that she'd placed herself in would surely force one if not both men to physically harm her in some manner in order to get to their prey and at the moment neither man appeared to have the stomach for it. 

While she certainly hadn't meant for this particular use of her ability to be anything more than a passive attempt to protect both herself and Scrap, in truth it ended up being something of a test of the mens' humanity which in Maia's humble opinion they passed with flying colors. It would take a truly evil person indeed to harm someone that they held so dear. Regardless, of what the reasoning behind it might be. The fact that they were struggling to bring themselves to harm her spoke volumes. They were goons for hire that had likely done some truly heinous things in their lifetime but were not without redemption. Speaking in a soft and gentle tone, the pop star replied "I'm afraid that I don't know what you're referring to. I was just hoping that we could resolve things in a peaceful manner. I mean you don't really want to hurt me do you?" Out of her peripheral the nineteen year old could see Scrap creeping towards the front door but keep her gaze focused steadily on the thugs.

For some reason, the singer had naturally assumed that the waif was making a break for it, but much to her surprise she called out into the hallway to alert the guards whom as usual were well within earshot. Within seconds, the door was flung open revealing three burly, armed men dressed in all black with shades partially concealing their faces. The tallest of the three stepped inside the room while the other two remained in the doorway blocking Scrap's exit. Making a beeline towards Maia, the guard removed his glasses as he approached the pop star. Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, he inquired "You alright Mai? What's going on in here?" Shaking her head, the teen replied with a sigh "I'm fine, Mike. They're gone." Gesturing towards the thief with his head, Mike added "And her?" Shifting her gaze towards Scrap, the teenager smiled saying "She's cool. She's...my guest." The older man eyed the younger teen warily as the teen idol placed her hand on his arm continuing "If she wanted to hurt me then she would have done so by now. Besides why would she call you guys in here if she was the one trying to hurt me?"

Succumbing to his charge's logic, Mike gave a curt nod. Glancing towards the back door Maia commented "Some guys got in from outside because some genius left the back door propped open. I don't know what they wanted. They got spooked when you guys came in and took off. They might still be lurking around though so you might want to canvass the area." To the untrained eye, the head security guard may have appeared calm, but the young woman in front of him wasn't at all fooled by his seemingly mild demeanor as she noticed the slight way the man's jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed. Slipping the glasses back over his eyes, Mike asked "Can you tell me what they looked like?" To the best of her recollection, the brunette provided a sound description of the hoodlums being careful to describe the burly man's unique tattoo." Shifting his gaze back to his comrades Mike barked "Comb this area for anyone matching that description. I don't care how long it takes. FIND THEM."

Having heard that tone in their superior's voice before and knowing nothing good had ever come of it, the two men scurried off to do his bidding. Withdrawing a walkie talkie from his back pocket, Mike pressed the button on the side and spoke into the device "Tony, Steve, I need you outside of Maia's dressing room at the back door, NOW!" Shoving the device back into his pocket, he looked again to the scruffy teen uncertainly before stating "I'll be outside the front door until it's time for your show to start. I will be checking in periodically between now and then." 



















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As confusing as her own emotional roller-coaster was, it didn't escape the thief's attention that the brutes were acting distinctly out of character. It only took a moment for the realization to click; this girl must be a super of some sort. While she wasn't crazy with her head being played with, Scrap was grateful for the assistance and willing to deal with it.

After calling for help, Scrap retreated back into the room and flattened herself against the wall. This was both to be out of the way and to hopefully go unnoticed--or at least be the most non-threatening stranger in the room. The waif couldn't help the sarcastic wave at the burly thug's growled promise, even though she should be not be adding to his ire any. A part of her was hoping she'd be able to slip out in the commotion, but one of the dark-attired men that came to her call planted his broad ass in the way. She huffed in annoyance, but abruptly pressed her lips back together when the guard--Mike?--tossed his head toward her. The teen's body immediately tensed as she froze, the child-like reaction and hope of not being noticed if she was just still was something that she was slow to grow out of.

When his attention returned to the other intruders, she let out of the breath she'd been unconsciously holding. Blue-green eyes moved between him and his charge as she explained what happened and described the men. Scrap did not want to draw more attention to herself by the large men, but guilt twisted in her gut at the thought of them perusing the gang members without knowing how dangerous they were. She leaned forward from her place against the wall, but didn't move from it. "Ah, you should know they're both supers. The small one just has enhanced senses, but the big guy is a standard strongman." With her knowledge delivered, she pressed herself back against the wall, this time to give the three men more room more than anything.

Despite wishing she could turn invisible, the teenager did not look away when Mike's eyes found hers, refusing to drop her gaze. She almost excused herself, but decided she wanted a chance to thank the starlet. Scrap resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the body guard as he left. Once they were alone, her ocean hued eyes watched the door a moment longer before turning back to Maia. A sheepish smile claimed her lips as she relaxed from the wall. "Sorry for all the trouble...and thanks for helping me out. You had no reason to..." The girl would offer her some sort of compensation, but she didn't have much more than the clothes on her back. What could she possibly offer this celebrity?

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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]Having met so many people at EMBA with cool offensive powers had left Maia feeling a bit inadequate with her passive ability. The teen's inability to control her target's reaction to the emotions that she stirred within them meant that the brunette was somewhat always placing herself at risk when using her power. Although being able to sense emotions did more often than not alert her to when her victim's emotional state was taking a turn for the worse as it were. Which was likely why the teenager wasn't nearly as hesitant to use them as she should be. Of course she could also simply be suffering from a bit of overconfidence. Her attempt to ward off Scrap's would be assailants could in fact have gone horribly wrong, still doing something had seemed preferable to doing nothing.


With the imminent threat gone, Maia suddenly felt chilled as the prickly heat that had once consumed her gradually dissipated. The interloping ragamuffin had pinned herself to the wall offering a small wave to the retreating brutes. Such a gesture was likely to infuriate the hot headed thug even more so, but the nineteen year old supposed that was a problem for another day. As was standard practice with her guards the trio had made a point of blocking all exits should there be any intruders still within the room in hiding which for once was actually the case. As Mike's gaze fell upon her the younger girl's slender frame went completely rigid. It was a reasonable and fairly normal reaction to the imposing figure standing before them. Despite his broad shoulders and taut muscles those who truly knew him tended to be quite amused that people were often frightened of him. Truthfully, he was quite the softie.

Regardless of how logical her argument had been the singer knew that Mike wasn't going to take his eyes off her completely again. At least not until he found the two hooligans that had barged into her dressing room. Easily the most observant of her guards, Mike could sense that she was more fearful than dangerous to his charge. A fact that was made quite clear when the urchin stepped forward to warn him about special abilities of the men that they were pursuing. Nodding towards her, Mike replied " Thanks for the heads up. The more we know, the better." Shifting his gaze towards one of his colleagues named Devin, Mike gently arched a brow at the younger man who nodded in response and gently placed his hand on Myles's shoulder. Within seconds both men vanished from sight. As they slipped from the room out onto the street the only evidence that they had been present at all was the gentle closing of the door behind them.


As Mike excused himself from the room, the pop star shifted her fair orbs to her uninvited guest, a soft smile playing across her lips as she said "He can be a bit uptight, but he means well." Stifling a yawn, the teen idol continued "When metas became more well known, he insisted that it took a meta to guard a meta. So my security was upgraded as it were." Waving her hand dismissively, Maia said "Well, no one got hurt and it gave me a chance to get some more practice in with my ability. " Glancing over to the a cozy little nook in the left corner of the room, the brunette added "Gosh, I'm starving. I had been just about to get something to eat before you and your friends showed up. You hungry?"

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Scrap flashed the large, stern Mike a thumbs up and restrained smile at his thanks. It was the least she could do, really. It was her fault they were even here. She returned to being silent and still until the room was empty again. Now that things were settled down and she no longer had the immediate threat of bodily harm, the interloper was able to take in the more subtle details of her hostess. The quality of her clothing and careful makeup was no surprise, knowing now that she was some sort of celebrity. She could also see soft lines around the diva's eyes. They were small, nothing like the tired marks she saw on herself or other homeless people from crappy sleeping conditions, but she recognized them none-the-less.


"That only makes sense. Security wouldn't be much use if they can't stand up to some metas." It would still be difficult to cover all possible bases, but someone with some brains and deep pockets could find some useful power combinations. She had to admit that she was curious what their abilities were. Speaking of which...Scrap's mind moved back to what the singer had done. Was she some sort of psychic that focused on feelings? "Glad I can help? I can certainly say it affected me." She offered sheepishly, no negative emotions present. Whatever her power was, it was obviously an area of effect sort of deal.


Light brows perked with interest at the mention of food. "Possibly save my life and you're going to feed me? You truly are an angel." It was only half a joke. Still feeling awkward and out of place, Scrap shoved her hands into the pockets of her worn jeans. "I mean, sure. If it's not too much trouble. Thanks again."[/font color] She moved closer to the other teenager, ready to help if it was needed.


"So...totally cool if you don't answer, but what does your ability do? I felt like I was on an emotional roller coaster." Once again there was not ire in her voice, she was just simply curious.


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[attr="class","sensestextbox"]As the young vagabond flashed him a thumbs up, the bodyguard's lips pulled to the side in an amused smirk that was just one twitch short of being a full smile. Despite his stoic demeanor and the curt nod that he offered the urchin, his charge giggled softly being able to read the emotions behind the expression. As he vacated the room, the tension ebbed a bit. Turning towards the younger teen, her eyes twinkled with merriment as she said "I think you're growing on Mike. He rarely smiles while on the clock, but that's the closest I've seen him come in a while." While the singer had seemingly successfully warded off the exhaustion that had been plaguing her for hours, the pop star's eyes betrayed her fatigue even through the careful application of concealer. Unlike a host of her fellow celebrity friends, the brunette had never been particularly drawn to designer clothing. That wasn't to say that she never wore it of course, but rather that it was only worn for events and public appearances.


Designer clothing was gorgeous, but often notoriously uncomfortable. Which was why she preferred to dress more casually in her down time. Nodding in response to Scrap's assessment of security's usefulness, the teen idol replied "That was my mother's thinking as well. When I first started it was barely a thought because no one really knew about metas, but as they became more public knowledge, it seemed more imperative that I integrate my security. Although to be honest, I've never encountered any issues from like meta fans or anything, but better safe than sorry, I guess." Offering the younger girl a casual shrug, she continued "Still it's pretty cool to watch them use their powers. It makes me feel not quite as alone. If you know what I mean. As you've just seen Devin has invisibility. He's really gotten pretty good at it. When he first joined my security team he could only make himself invisible but now he can cloak other people as well. It's pretty handy for when I don't want to be surrounded by security but still need protection. Myles's ability is a bit more difficult to explain. He has two abilities actually. I don't know if there is a exact name for them but one is his precise combat instincts. He can predict an opponents movements with impressive accuracy and counter them. The second ability is that his muscles can recall whatever he teaches them to do. So, he could become a black belt simply by watching and imitating movements he may have seen on Bruce Lee of Jackie Chan movies. Loveable Mike over there can harden his skin to a texture that is comparable to an uncut diamond."


A bashful smile flitted across the teenager's face as Scrap mentioned that her ability had affected her as well. "Sorry about that. I haven't learned to target it yet. Not even sure that I ever will be able to, but who knows. I hope I didn't screw you up too much," Maia replied.  Laughing softly, the nineteen year old added "Well, I was going to eat anyway and it would be rude to eat in front of you. Besides, I've got more than enough to share. Much more than I could ever eat by myself anyway. It would just gone to waste if you didn't show up." Gesturing towards the love seat in the corner, the empath stated "You don't have to keep standing. Have a seat. The love seat is a bit overstuffed but it's much more comfortable than the wall, I'm sure." Shuffling over to a mini fridge perched against a wall on the far right side of the room, the brunette tugged opened the door and removed a bottle of water which she placed on the vanity table. Speaking over her shoulder, she said "The venue didn't realize that I'm vegan at first so they packed this fridge with all kinds of stuff. They finally bought me stuff I can actually eat but I told them to leave the other stuff in case my security got hungry or one of the other performers stopped by my room to hang out before the show."

Grabbing a packaged salad that contained mixed greens, quinoa, avocado and chickpeas, and a cup of seven layer fruit salad, the singer placed the items atop of the vanity next to the bottle of water and shifted her gaze back to her unexpected guest. "Ok, so there's some turkey club wraps, chicken gyros, a cobb salad, fresh fruit, and sushi. California rolls, I think but I didn't unwrap them. I need to drink water for my voice but there are some bottles of lemonade and sweet tea in here if you don't want water. Just grab what looks good to you. Oh and there's a few bags of chips on the stand next to the fridge."

Collecting the items, Maia shuffled over to the chaise lounge. The young woman carefully deposited her haul before flopping down on the chaise. She had torn the plastic wrap attached to the underside of the fruit cup that contained cutlery off and was unwrapping it when Scrap asked a question that prompted her to lift her gaze. Shrugging she answered "Basically, I'm an empath that can detect emotions within others and manipulate them. According to some scientific minded folks at EMBA it is all pheromone related. I can release special pheromones that alter the emotions of others. Kind of like how an animal might release pheromones to intimidate or ward off potential predators or to attract a mate. Same basic principle. Though now that I think about it, I have a question for you. What did you do to piss off those metas?"


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