4, 3, 2, 1 (CLOSED- stalk if you want to.)

(I want to join but I'll need a minute for a writing sample)

(Here's a creepy writing sample, I'd love to join if you'd let me: The warehouse was dark, the air dank with the smell of car exhaust. It had been a mechanic's shop before the Reveal that had put people like her in danger. Before the Reveal, Adira had worried that her powers would be found out or that she would lose control. Little did she know that there were so many more people just like her. She supposed it was good she didn't have to worry about her secret as much; now she just had to worry about dying.She was brought back to her surroundings by the sharp, heavy clip of heels on the concrete floor. It was the sound she dreaded, the sound she knew like companion. It frightened her. Adira breathing quickened, her chest rapidly fighting against the rope that bound her to the cold metal chair. The rope itself was special, preventing her from using her powers to escape.The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer and closer to their victim. Then she heard it, the musical sound the was in between a whistle and a hum. Always the same tune, never the same torture. Her captor was a large man, tall and lean yet still with a commanding frame. In other light, he may have looked handsome, with his clear caramel skin and thick, wavy, brown hair. In fact, many women idolized the hero they called Jaguar. But to Adira, he was a monster of the worst kind.)

(This looks good, could I possibly join?)

"You know what I've wanted and you know why I do what I do.", Lucien stated,"So, why is it that you keep asking me the same questions over and over again?" He uncrossed his legs before standing up out of the chair; the screech coming from the bottom of the iron broke the silence for a second. Those ice bleak eyes stared down into the investigator's as the man stood still.

A small tingle feeling crawled up Harper's neck making the sides of her arm twitch momentarily. She couldn't face looking back at Lucien with the pure purpose that reflects against his stare. How it made her froze with not having a clear direction to pull herself out of this. Harper moved her seat back as she managed to get a glimpse back at the suspect who's somehow still waiting for an answer.

What Harper finds interesting is how the silence in the room is not affecting him at all. Lucien has his hand lying flat over the dark yellow file; he's not dragging it over to him or her, it's still. The lack of emotion in his face is what makes the eyes stand out to her. His posture is perfect yet rigid, she isn't sure if he is going to lunge at her or if this is all a waiting game to gain power. Lucien doesn't have anything on him to attack her with, so what the point be to kill her right then and there? Harper also noticed that his suit jacket is still buttoned; the past times he always opened it or placed the jacket behind the chair.

She bit the corners inside her lip trying to hide any possible sign or sudden smirk. "It's simple Mister Wildgrube, to see if you have anything new up your sleeve.", Harper remarked," You know, any change of interesting habits or people that could possibly be missing. Anything."

Lucien broke the gaze he kept with her, a grin appeared as he shook his head. How does he manage to overstep this time? Bringing his chair back, he sat down pushing the file closer to her. "Come on Harper my sweetheart, if you're smart enough to work on case with twenty people dead or missing, I think you would know by now."

(Awesome, thank you so much!)

Name: Claude Jeong
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Claude has fair skin and a lean build. His hair is off black and his eyes are dark brown. Usually he has on a black baseball cap to cover his short neat-styled hair. He likes to wear long sleeve shirts or turtle neck sweaters to cover the tattoos he has. The only tattoo that is somewhat visible is the rose that he has on his neck. His ears are pierced; he only wears tiny silver hoops or studs.
Personality: To keep it simple, he is a calm and collected type of person. He rarely gets stressed or is on the brink of freaking out. Claude is an introvert that doesn't really mind being around others or going to large gatherings, but he prefers being alone. He breaks down things step by step or detail by detail; the guy likes to analyze things even if it's just something simple as a pen. With that, he's not afraid to share what's on his mind or pointing out things yet Claude doesn't like to share closely personal things or even his own emotions.
Reason they're on the train: Claude's mom is in the hospital so he's going to see her as a surprise.

(Sorry this took a while, let me know if there's anything needing editing :) )

I'm sorry it took me a while, but here he is:
Name: Alex (Alexander) Ferguson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alex has a lean build and is 6'3. He has dark skin, curly, black hair and deep brown eyes. His hair is cut short and he doesn't have facial hair. He is always very neatly dressed and seems very put together.
Personality: Alex is ambitious and wants to make a life and grow past his low income background. He is clever, intelligent, polite, and a hard worker. He is also optimistic and desperate to create a better life for himself and his future family. Alex is very kind to everyone he meets, but will do whatever it takes to accomplish his dreams. His worst fear is being dragged into the world of crime that surrounded him growing up.
Reason they're on the train: After receiving his business degree, Alex decides to move away from home and start a new life. His childhood neighborhood has a strong gang presence and Alex refused to let himself be dragged into it. He is hoping to move on with his life and forget his past.

(Did it not show up? Sorry, I was on mobile)

Alex frowned at the announcement, well, not the announcement, the tone in which it was said. It was the voice of someone being forcefully calm, placating. He had never ridden on a train before, but he figured any major mechanical problems would be obvious. Though it was probably just technical difficulties, Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something more was going on. He gently shook his head, he was just being paranoid. No one would know where I am or even care enough to follow me in the first place, he thought to himself. In hindsight, it was pretty careless of him to watch that horror movie last night, given he was already stressed. He watched as more police officers filed through their mostly empty cart. If all went as planned, the train would move again soon and he would be on his way to a future job and a nice apartment to match.

Claude couldn't help but tilt his head in response the announcement. Nothing else had really put him in a low-mildly area of confusion before. Like seriously? What is making a bleeping train stop at a time like this? It could be anything, even the craziest thing you could think. He shook his head trying to avoid all of the possibilities topping on each other. There wasn't any reason for him to be nothing more than just a bit concerned; of course, a depressing phone call from his dad a couple days ago might be a pass.
Seeing the officers pass by sent some shivers down his spine. Claude's eyes gazed up and down at them as the went into the next cart. "Well shit…", he whispered to himself. He sat his sketchbook beside him to get a glimpse over. After a minute, Claude turned back glancing around at the other three people sitting in the same cart as him. Odd how he didn't really notice them per-say till now. Slowly he picked up his sketchbook again still gazing at them before leaning back in his seat.