On a normal day, Liam would be at football practice, throwing around the football and learning new plays. But since he wasn’t at college, he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took the football out to the empty field near down and began throwing it with himself, and his power. He spun the ball in his hand, gripped it, not too tightly, and then threw it as hard as he could. He pulled gravity away from the ball, forcing it to slow down, and then he used it to throw it back to himself.

“See you guys next week.” Natasha laughed, waving to the last of her students for the night as they shuffled out of the studio. It was late so she lingered, watching carefully from the door as they piled into their parents’ cars and drove away. Sighing, she ran a hand over her ponytail and turned back toward the studio to begin closing down for the night. Nat turned on the radio, listening to an announcer speak about the latest victim. She puffed out her cheeks, releasing the air in a loud huff. She thought she’d left crime in New York City.  The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she heard the bell chime above the door. Her last dancers had already left for the night. “Sorry. It looks like you’re too late for class and I don’t do private instruction.” She joked, calling over her shoulder to the door.

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Like usual, Rosalie Moore had her camera near by. Even though the news was filled with, well nothing good, the shadow mimicker couldn’t stop herself from going outside while there was still some sun out late in the evening. She had brought a portable little tripod and had set it up in front of her with her camera and decided to experiment what she could capture with her and her background. Whether it was in the forest, in town, or even in front of people passing behind her, the image always told a story. Smiling and leaving the camera on a self timer, Rosalie looked around until she heard a bark and turned her head around to follow the dog that had passed by her. She looked around a bit and quickly asked the person who was near or walking by, “Is that your dog by any chance? Looks like he’s....missing someone?”

Hunter had many things in his life that made him passionate about living. But the biggest, probably to Jazmins disappointment was cooking. He was so passionate about it, he had become a chef and his restaurant in lake Grimstone had three Michelin stars. But to keep on top of his game he need to continue to improve and change his menu, so hunter had decided to invite customers at random to eat his new recipes for free. There were a handful of these customers in the restaurant, once they had finished the meal Hunter came down and sat on their table and asked “ How did you find the new recipe.” And that what he exactly did when he saw that a customer had finished. “ if there are any improvements you think I could make please tell me so.”

It was time for some fun-and that was exactly what Rhea Soto was going to do. The bar was nearly empty, only with a few stragglers or her frequent customers, when a song the love manipulator loved to dance to came on. No way I’m not dancing to that, she told herself and smiled as she stopped wiping down the chairs and the high table tops and started to move her hips to the beat. “Yes!” She said out loud and laughed along with some of her other co-workers. Her eyes landed on a customer/friend and she playfully shimmied her shoulders at them and teased, “Oh come on! You’re gonna leave a poor woman dancing by herself?”

Thomas had been back at Lake Grimstone for a couple of months and was still trying to get used to the city. Lake Grimstone had grown a lot since the last time he had been there, but that was not the only way it had changed, there was also a crazed killer on the loose, not that he would use those words with anyone that wasn’t in the Bureau with him.