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What would happen if you and this/these character(s) met?
[My OC Skye is involved in this story]
It was a bright, sunny day for our bikers. They could be found at home, reading their favorite books in silence—well, almost all of them were. Raphael was out and Valon was not anywhere to be found.
The silence did not last long.
"Alister, Alister, ALISTER!" a familiar Australian voice yelled excitedly.
Alister jumped and his book went flying in the air, while Skye let out a startled yelp and fell out of her seat, landing on her butt.
"Valon, was that really necessary?" Skye complained.
"Sorry Skye, but look a' wha' I found!" he replied, placing the package on the coffee table.
Alister eyed the box warily, not entirely trusting it; something didn't seem right about it, especially since there wasn't a return address on it and since it was addressed to Raphael.
"Let's open it!" Valon said, pulling out Raphael's knife and looking as if he fully intended to use it on the box.
"Hold on a second, Rambo," Skye retorted, grabbing the Australian's arm. "We need to wait for Raphael."
"You're no fun, Skye," he pouted.
"Valon, it's addressed to Raphael, we can't just—"
"What's mine to open?" the blond asked. He'd just returned and his gaze went to where Valon was still holding his knife (and prompting a raised eyebrow) to the package lying on the table.
"This box. Open in Raph, OPEN IT!" Valon replied impatiently as he swung the knife in excitement, nearly slicing Raphael's arm with it.
Before Valon could do any more damage, Raphael yanked the weapon out of his hands and opened the box. Peering inside, he made a face before pulling out a stuffed plushie that looked just like him.
"Aw! That's so cute!" Skye said, looking at it in awe. "I want one!"
"You have it, then," said Raphael, handing it to her. "It's creepy."
"Who would send this?" asked Alister. "Raphael, could it be that you have fangirls?"
As if on cue a brunette teenage girl with blue eyes entered the house-by rolling out of the chimney. She regained her feet and brushed herself off, grinning at them all cheerfully.
Valon stared. "…Alister?"
"Yes?"
"Did you see what I saw?"
"Yes, Valon, I do see the random girl that just came out of our fireplace."
"So this isn' me goin' insane, then?"
"…There are many answers to that, and I'm sure you especially don't want mine," Alister said, rolling his eyes.
The blond, temporarily stunned by the sight of this strange girl, regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Can we help you?" he asked.
The girl beamed at him in reply before she skipped over to the blond, went up to her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. Before any of them could recover (or in some cases react) she had bounced out the nearest window.
The three male bikers looked at each other—Raphael had a completely flabbergasted expression on his face— and then back to the window. Skye, on the other hand, had gained a murderous look on her face; her eye was literally twitching.
"…That… was really weird. I think she may have broken Raphael's brain," said Alister at last.
Later on in the evening…
"Is she still there?" Valon asked, looking up from his video game.
"Yep," Alister sighed.
Skye glared at the redhead. "Don't acknowledge her. It'll only encourage her."
The front door being slammed shut interrupted the redhead. Alister peered over the back of his chair in time to spot Raphael lean against the closed front door, looking incredibly grateful to be inside. There were smudges of what suspiciously looked like lipstick on his face.
"We're moving," said Raphael with an embarrassed scowl, noticing Alister's amused look.
Skye didn't find it so funny. In fact, her face turned red with fury. "I'll be back," she hissed, storming out of the house with a metal bat in her hand.
Well, theres question 2.