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[Chase Neumann]

Chase Neumann was awakened by the early morning sun in Queens, New York. "Verdammed Sonne." He grumbled, blinking rapidly ajusting his blue eyes to the sun. Realising that he could no longer be hidden by the shadows and that the sun was shining off of his blonde hair, he stood slowly stretched all the while listening intently for unwelcome visitors. His back and neck hurt from sleeping on the ground sitting against a building.

Chase wasn't sure why he was in Queens in the first place. He wasn't sure even last night when he came. All he knew was that in his mind last night it sounded like a good idea to come and it felt like something was pulling him there. He dusted off his shorts and pulled on his shirt without buttoning it. It's really hot today. He thought, looking at the sky as he walked out into the street. He heard the Queen's Newsies shouting out headlines and decided he'd like a day off.

He looked around and spotted a girl his age selling papes. He glanced down at his ink stained hands and figured it pointless to try to clean them. He waslked over to the girl and smiled. "Hallo." He said, his German accent thick. "Would ya like some help with those?" He asked in his gentlemanly manner. Screw the day off. He thought. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at the pretty girl and said, "Meh name's Chase. Chase Neumann."

[Isabelle/Adair]

-Maybe I'm the One-

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Isabelle started awake in her alley. As an alley dweller in Brooklyn, Isabelle was always petrified. She always wanted to know what made Adair so brave. She laughed at danger and took all sorts of risks. Isabelle wished she were more like Adair, dark haired, beautiful Adair. She was stone cold, emotionless, brave, ruthless, and deadly. Where as Isabelle was fearful, nervous, emotional, and weak. The only things the two very different girls shared were shape, and that nose ring. Isabelle always wondered why she and Adair had the same body shape. It was identical, like the were the same person...

Impossible. Isabelle shuddered and finally brought herself out of bed. She had to see Adair today, or else. Adair might just hunt her down and show her just how cold she could be. Isabelle practically sprinted all out to the meeting place that Adair told her to meet at. It was down a neighboring alley. Throwing open the chest, Isabelle saw all of Adair's clothing. Looking over she shoulder, she did not see the cold murderer. Maybe just for a bit... she thought, maybe if she wore Adair's clothes she would pick up some of her bravery. Isabelle looked down at herself. She looked entirely different. Exactly like Adair, just without the jet black hair. That's when she spotted a wig. Adair's wig. Looking over her shoulder in paranoia, Isabelle picked up the wig and tucked her curly brown hair into it.

Adair looked around. Searching for that Isabelle girl that dared to wear her clothes. She was no where to be seen. It was like she melted into Adair or something. Whatever, Adair thought and started her way to Queens. Sometimes she wondered how anyone could be so fearful with out even a speck of bravery like Isabelle was. She was a fool. A weak minded fool. Walking down the Queens streets, Adair noticed a blonde guy talking to a girl. The girl was holding papers, selling them, and the boy had ink stained hands. Newsies. Adair least favorite lot. Mostly because they were too poor to give her business. Okay, so they aren't that bad... she thought and rolled her eyes. Adair stood against the wall, her black hair shining in the morning sun. She watched their interaction, drawing conclusions about the two that a normal person wouldn't have figured.

-And it makes me want to rewind-

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We're gonna win again: 433 words, without the 202 words used in the format!
Ready to go off at any minute: Not as bad as usual!
When everything is like a loaded gun: Heya Chase!
Re-Appear when you feel magical: Chase Neumann

-Back in the days, when we were young-

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This format was made by yours truly, Spotty!! She really tries her hardest on these and coming up with new ideas isn't easy, so Spotty says that you may use it, but if this credit is removed that you will be hunted down, Mai-style.
Lyrics are credited to Puddle of Mudd and their song, Pycho. It's quite fitting of Isabelle and Adair, Vision too, but not the point...

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[Chase Neumann]

Chase smiled at the girl. "No? Okay, maybeh next time, eh?" He waved and turned around. That's when he saw her. A girl with jet black hair, leaning against a building. She looked as if she could care less about anything and everything. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked up to the building. He stood a few feet from her and raised an eyebrow. His mouth pulled up at one corner when he smirked. "Hallo." He didn't know what else to say to her. She just looked too mysterious to be around here.
He could remember seeing her from around Brooklynn but whenever he actually looked for her no one knew who she was. When he retraced his steps to where he'd seen her before, all he found was this other girl who was pretty but really shy. Chase had tried talking to the shy girl before to see if she knew the one he was standing in front of now, but she'd run when he walked toward her.
Chase blinkned and he was back in Queens in front of a girl he barely knew. He swallowed. "I think i've seen ya around before. But ya always disappeared when i tried to talk to you." He stood there looking at her, waited for a reply.