The Legend of Draight

The Legend of Draight

Introduction
It was a slightly apprehensive day at Hidden Falls High. Today was the first day of school, and everyone was worried about having the good teachers or having classes with their friends. The halls were empty until a bell rang and students flooded into the halls from the classrooms. It was now eighth period, the last of the day.

"Justin!" called a girl.

A boy stopped and turned around, recognizing the voice was his girlfriend's, Alyssa. She rushed up to him, pushing a few people out of her way. "Hi Alyssa," he said, smiling. "I'm bummed we don't have any classes together so far."

"I know! It sucks!" she said, crossing her arms. "Ooh! Lemme see your schedule! What do you have next?"

Justin reached into his pocket and pulled out an index card which he had written his schedule on and handed it to her. She hastily scanned and card and looked up, stifling laughter. "Mythology?" she asked, looking down at the card again to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. "Are you serious?"

He looked over and pointed to the card. "Honors Mythology," he corrected.

Alyssa looked up, chuckling. "Oh, my mistake," she said sarcastically, handing him back the card. "Why didn't you take Government? I literally know no one in my class."

Justin shrugged. "Myth is a substitute Social Studies credit," he said. "I heard Government is hard."

"Honors Myth," she said, smiling. "For the smart people."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever... C'mon, I'll walk you to class."

They took off toward the science wing, where Alyssa was to have Chem. As they approached the door, the bell rang, signalling that Justin was now late to his class. "You should go," said Alyssa. "All right, see you at the flagpole" he replied. He gave her a quick kiss before he turned and headed off toward the Social Studies area. He looked at his index card again, checking the room number: 175. He finally found the room and opened the door, stepping inside.

An short, older woman with white hair had been looking down at a clipboard with the attendance sheet on it. She looked familiar... "Justin Slater?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late," he said, scanning for an open seat. As he looked, he saw no one he was friends with, though he did recognize a few people. Thankfully, he spotted an empty desk in the back. He slowly walked back and set his backpack down.

"It's quite all right," said the teacher, smiling. "Now we can start. I am Mrs. Adkins. Some of you may recognize me. I work part time here at Hidden Falls, only for seventh and eighth periods. Before and after that, I am the head librarian at the library."

Oh, that's where she was from. Justin was rather surprised that he knew her face since he never was in there often anyways.

After writing her name on the board, she turned and sized up her class. "I don't know what you may have heard," she said, "but this class is very fun, I assure you. I'm not a mean, cranky teacher who sits and assigns homework all day. However, I do have some bad news... We're starting off the year with a project."

The entire class groaned in unison. Ms. Atkins patiently waited until the murmuring died down and smiled. "Yes, I know it sounds bad. But it's easy." She began to write a few words on the board: Roman, Greek, Norse, Chinese.

"These are all types of mythologies," she said as she wrote. "All I want you to do, is pick one, not necessarily from this list, and find out a certain tradition that people did. It could have been to please the gods, to receive good luck, anything. I recommend you record it for added effect."

When she finished writing, she turned back to the class. "Also, I want to add that less common mythologies or belief systems will not be graded as hard. I realize this is a mixed class, so I'll assign you all to groups of four so you don't have to deal with the grief of finding one yourself. I will give you the rest of the period to discuss your project with your groups. I suggest you don't dillydally because, unfortunately, I will be leaving for a trip to Ireland on Thursday, and I can't possibly have the substitute grade these videos, so I need them by Wednesday."

The class groaned again. Ms. Atkins raised her hands in an gesture of innocence. "I'm sorry! Just have fun with it and get to know your classmates! Remember, we haven't even learned anything yet, so I don't expect these to be great!" There was a bit more grumbling before the room calmed down again. "Now, let me go through the groups..."

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Hello, everyone. If you haven't read the interest-check thread on this, I highly recommend that you do, so this may make more sense to you. Click here to be enlightened.

In case you're too lazy to click the link and read, I'll just summarize my plan for you. The idea is that we work on a Mythology project for some unknown belief system. We decide to do a ritual that we found in an old book from the library. As you're recording, the ritual is actually, well, funcitonal. And you all disappear to wake up in some unknown world. When we get to that point, I'll edit this post will all the details you will need to know. We're going to start the roleplay from this point, since I can't get too far into it without knowing your characters. Now, without further ado, let's continue!

Reserved for when we actually get there. Plus my brain is kinda mush right now.

Rules

• This roleplay may be a very long journey. I need commitment from all of you. I am busy as well, but I always make time to get online at least once a day. For best results, I recommend that you do not have a life.
• I'm only accepting three other people. It is not first-come-first-served. If I don't accept you, please don't take it personally. I still love you<3 I'm just weird and I need to make sure characters will fit best in the situation.
• Use proper grammar... spelling.... all that good stuff. I'm not crazy about it, but I require some level of effort. In regular OOC, I don't care about that.
• I want a minimum of three lines. (not full) I assure you, it really isn't hard. The only exception I will make, is if you are in a conversation. Sometimes, there just isn't anything to add to a post.
• Violence and swearing are fine by me. They add realism. I'm sure if you were about to get killed, you wouldn't go "Oh golly goodness!" If it makes you uncomfortable, please tell me.
• I mean romance isn't the main idea of the roleplay. But if you do fall in love with a fellow RPer, keep the sexy stuff to PMs, all right? Good.
• Be chill. Like my screen name. Lol.
• I reserve the right to add to or alter these rules at any time for any reason.

Character Sheet
Name -
Nicknames - (optional)
Age - (14-18 I would like everyone to be within the same general age group, though.)
Gender -

Appearance - (If you use a picture, tell me things that aren't said in the picture, like height, weight, eye color, possibly)

Personality - (I never require this. However, just a lliitttllleee would be nice.)

Short History - (Family life, people they may be dating, sexuality, past experiences)

Likes and Interests -
General Dislikes -
Other - (Did I forget something? Put that here.)

Writing Sample - (THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! I want you to write me a decent sample of writing [not about this roleplay] just so I may see your voice and writing style. It can be a poem, short story, excerpt from a story, a rant, an observation, anything. Just give me something.)

Character List
Justin Slater (Freeze)
William Burnwight (Arlear)
Jodi Litton (Bumblebee848)
Sean Grayson (Shoryu)

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Aside from adding everything about Draight, I may add a few things here and there to this post. I'll try to inform you all when I do.

If you have any questions or comments or concerns, go ahead and post them. I don't bite. At first.

And if you were all curious, I did not base the intro off something from my school. I don't even know if Mythology is offered, lol. All came from my brain.

Also, a word of advice. Don't control your characters. Let your character control themselves. If you're into acting, you may know what I am referring to. Don't always base your character off yourself. Pretend like there's another personality in your head that tells you what to write.

Name - William Burnwight
Nicknames - Will
Age - 16
Gender - Male

Appearance - Couldn't find a suiting picture, rather unusually. Will is about 5'6", with an unimposing slim figure. He looks like he'd be more at home surrounded by books then on any kind of field- and he embraces this fact, reading every chance he gets. Not to say he isn't fit- he just can't build up any massive muscle. He is certainly stronger then he looks- It's just all in his shoulders, wrists, and legs. That comes with archery, running, and climbing, after all. However unimposing his size and frame is, though, he maintains a bit of a "Don't fuck with me" aura- helped along by the fact that he has that rare type of grey eye that just seems to bore into anything he looks at. He keeps longish rugged black hair, falling to about the middle of his neck and covering his eyes more often then not. He normally wears jeans, sneakers, a blank t-shirt, and a grey windbreaker, as well as a silver chain with an odd little dragon charm on it.

Personality - Will isn't exactly a social butterfly. It isn't because he doesn't get along well with people- he just has trust issues, and finds it hard to make any decent friends. He's normally quiet- a book worm- and has a tendency to sneak about unseen. A habit he embraces, as it lets him pick up on everything people don't want him to hear- like what they actually think of him. Around friends, though, he comes out of his shell a bit. He has a rather strange sense of humor, and a silver tongue when he feels like talking. He's been known to be a bit of a class joke at times- often late to class and climbing into class through the window, hoping the teacher won't notice he was late- which they usually don't, even though it does usually elicit a wave of chuckles in class. Especially the ones on the upper levels of the school.

Short History - Wills life has hardly inspired him to be social or trusting. His mother died giving birth, which left him under the care of a lazy, ass hole father, and an ever busy older brother who never seemed to have time for him. As such, he felt like he was growing up alone more often then not, causing him to develop an over mature state of mind early on, as well as antisocial, paranoid tendencies. HE has issues trusting people because of it, though he's learned from the past that a good friend is something you should keep, as such he's loyal to the end to his friends. He's always been a bookworm, and has a soft spot for anything fantasy and or mythology- Especially the odd, out there mythologies. As such, he knows a bit much lore in a bit many mythologies. Which often gets him labelled as a nerd, when he isn't sneaking around. Due to his mostly solitary self raising, he took to odd hobbies. He began to visit the nearest range constantly, becoming something of an archery nut and becoming well known around the range for his natural skill. When he wasn't there or reading, he was out camping- usually near a large cliff, which he tended to climb. He managed to get into his fair share of fights throughout middle and highschool so far- usually talking his way out of things. And if that failed? Well, he likely got his ass handed to him. After all- can't exactly stand back and rain arrows down on a guy in a school hall, can he? His entire life has given him a strong will power to match his name, and even after losing, he tends to throw in one or two last comments- usually extremely insulting ones on a level of such subtlety it takes someone with brains like his to get what the hell he just said.

Likes and Interests - Reading, writing, mythology, archery, and climbing. Oh. And candy. He has a major sweet-tooth.
General Dislikes - Jocks, ass holes, preps, and pretty much the better half of the highschool population. As well as spiders. And spicy foods.
Other - *Flails* This. This interests me. Tis a good RP idea.

Writing Sample - A post from a previous zombie RP I was in- with a similar character.

Will rested on the porch, letting his head drop back to sit against the wall, giving him a view of the sky. It seemed to stretch forever, and he enjoyed looking at its void, pretending the world wasn't hell, if only for a few moments. Despite himself, and his usual caution, the excitement of the day was catching up to him, and he was soon dozing easily on the porch, the alien sound of soft snoring emitting from the usually silent sleeping teenager. He was more comfortable then he cared to admit, apparently.

The wind whipped against his face, throwing his midlength hair in a flurry around his head. The sound of hooves was soothing beneath him as he urged Furia into the mile eating lope he knew she was capable of sustaining for a day or more beneath him, and the smells of fields brushed past his nose. It could have been another day back on his uncles farm, were it not for the fact he was riding in the saddle backwards, emptying the quiver slung over his back into the group of zombies behind him. It was a mere month after the awakening had hit his home, and he was still thinking of it as one big game, a soft grin crossing his features as he watched the zombies drop behind him. There hadn't been many. He had yet to encounter a group of more then six or seven, and so Furia was having an easy time keeping ahead as he felled them. After another minute or so, he twisted back around in the saddle, slipping his bow back behind his quiver and leaning low over the saddle, twitching the reins and urging Furia into an all out gallop. He was only another mile from Alex and her family, he knew, and was confident he could get there in a few short minutes, tend Furia, and maybe convince Alex to come with him on the long trip to supposed safe lands in the west.
How wrong he was.
It took him all of three minutes to come up on the large farmhouse that was the Silvens' residence, and he pulled on the reins, Furia skidding to a stop beneath him, straight into the stables near the back of the house. This was all familiar- he had done the exact same thing countless times before the awakening. The smell of fresh hay hit his nose, and he smiled, swinging out of the saddle and giving Furia an affectionate pat, scratching the ears of the two other horses in the stables as he passed. He held his arm out as he exited the stables, a blur of black plumage and an added weight signalling his other companions arrival on his arm. He gave the Raven a quick scratch under the beak, walking through the tall grass to the farmhouse. After another minute or two of wading through the field, he came to the door, rapping his knuckles in the quirky pattern of his against the wood. It didn't take long before the door was ripped open, revealing Alex, hair askew and eyes wide with shock, standing on the other side. It seemed to take her a moment to process that it was in fact Will at the door before she flung herself at him, burying her face in his shoulder and spooking Rain back to the skies with an indignant shout of gurgled english, probably an insult, of which Will had taught her more then a few. Will let his arms drop around Alex's shoulders with a grin, taking in the familiar scents that surrounded her. After a moment, they pulled apart.... and she gave him a solid slap.
"Took you long enough! I was worried sick, Will! Where the -hell- have you been!? Papa's been shooting the poor sick folk for days now, keeping them off the property! And why are you armed!? Have they reached beyond the farm? Gah! Why didn't you come soone-" She was cut off by the familiar look on Wills face. The slightly titled head, lofted brow, and sly grin. He tossed his head back suddenly, laughing.
"Good to see you too, Alex." He said, pretending to rub his cheek, as if it still stung. "Mind if I answer those questions one at a time, while Mr. and Mrs. Silvens are around to hear it as well?"
She nodded, grabbing his hand and dragging him across the threshold, shouting into the house, announcing Wills arrival to her parents. Rain only just had time to flit through the door and onto Wills shoulder before it was shut and locked securely behind them. Will found himself dragged into the large dining room, where Mr. and Mrs. Silvens were both waiting. Mr. Silvens was by the window with a shotgun in hand, peering out, while Mrs. Silvens was sitting at the table, knitting furiously, as she tended to do when she was nervous. As Will stepped in, they turned around and looked up respectively, and he dipped his head, tapping a finger to his forehead in greeting.
"Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Silvens, Mrs. Silvens."
As usual, the Mr. snorted, chuckling, while the Mrs. waved a dismissive hand and tried to hide a smile, returning to her knitting.
"Please, Will. You know Pa will do fine for ya, after you've been with my daughter long enough to practically live here." Mr Silvens said, the fake disdain in his voice a part of an old joke between the two. "Now, pleasant greetings over with. We're glad to see you, but we've been having... issues, on the stead. All of them poor sick fo-"
Will cut him off with a sigh. "All those poor sick folk are dead, Pa. It was on the news in town for weeks before it finally struck our area. Some kind of bug brought all the dead... well, back up from the ground. I know it sounds nuts, but it's true. Your farm isn't the only place plagued with the things. I had to fight my way here, else I'd have been here last week. That's why I'm here at all, Pa. I want the three of you to pack what you can and come west with me. They say it's the only safe place left..."

Will snapped awake from the dream suddenly, the unceasing pecking at his hand from Rain finally waking him. He glanced down somewhat blearily and gave the raven an affectionate pat. He thought a moment, before realizing he must have just experienced another memory relapse. Bits and pieces, it seemed, were coming back to him, giving him a clue as to who he once was. He sat for the next ten minutes or so, scribbling into the journal Jon had given him, flipping to the back and writing small notes and questions to himself. After a while, he sighed, rubbed his leg, and stood with some difficulty. After a quick glance skyward, he decided he couldn't have slept more then a half hour, almost an hour, counting the time after he awoke he used to think and write. After cracking the majority of the bones in his body and taking in the sounds and smells around him, he turned towards the house, shouldering through the door and glancing around. The others, it seemed, had gathered inside already. He ghosted over to stand behind and beside Jon, playing absently with Rain as he observed the others, more then a little curious as to what he had missed in his nap...









Hope this works! ^^

that's a damn good cs :o

i should probabbblyyy work on mine too.

PS thanks for stealing my soul <.<

I aim to please. ^^ and sorry. Those of us with no souls tend to steal other peoples. XD

Justin Slater

Justin and Alyssa
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Nicknames - None.
Age - Sixteen
Gender - Male

Appearance - He's 5'10" and has green eyes... As for clothes, he normally wears white T-shirts, hoodies, shorts, and basketball shoes.

Personality - Derp derp. I like developing my characters.

Short History - Justin has two younger brothers and one older sister. His family is more or less functional since his sister went away to Penn State. She brought a lot of stress for Mr. and Mrs. Slater. She partied and drove drunk. Now, it's quieted down a bit. Justin enjoys partying and drinking as well, though he has never gotten caught nor has he done something too bad. He has been dating Alyssa for 10 months now, and many people jokingly call them the married couple. There really isn't much more to add here. He hasn't really had any traumatic experiences, save for breaking his arm once while snowboarding. If that even counts as a traumatic experience.

Likes and Interests - He plays basketball for the Hidden Falls team, the Warriors. (Or at least, he did freshman year) He likes football too, but didn't try out this year because he would've been too busy. In general, he isn't a fanatic about Mythology, but it does offer some kind of interest to him. Aside from that, he likes partying and hanging with his friends or Alyssa outside of school.
General Dislikes - Extremely or unnecessarily introverted people. Also, he hates chicken. And a variety of other things that I am too lazy to list which probably won't be applied in the roleplay. Yeah.
Other - Nah. Maybe later.

Writing Sample - *First post*

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Name - Jodi Litton
Nicknames - Jo, Jo-Jo, Joey, Dee
Age - 16
Gender - Female

Appearance - Short russet brown hair and dark eyes, stands at roughly 5'4 and weighs approximately 105 pounds. She wears a casual and somewhat boyish style, never one to wear skirts, and always leaning towards denim and hi-tops.

Personality - Essentially a tomboy. She's friendly, but easily worked up, and very easy to offend and anger. She has an incredibly confident demeanor, and always looks sure of herself, regardless of what she might actually be feeling on the inside. A die hard feminist, she is always ready to defend any and all girls in the blink of an eye. Ironically, despite this, she has a tendency to hang out with with members of the opposite sex. Around those that she trusts, she has a spectacular sense of humor and a great laugh that's said to be contagious, and is an incredibly loyal friend and companion.

Short History - Jodi was born into a standard middle class family, with two older twin brothers, another brother younger than her by a year, and an ex-military father. Of course, surrounded by nothing but testosterone, she grew up to be quite rowdy girl, with years of rough housing and wrestling under her belt. At a young age, when she realized she was heavily outmatched by her older brothers, she took up kickboxing to try and even out the odds. The new skill worked marvelously in her favor, and she has kept with it through the years, making her quite physically capable. In addition, she was raised as a classic army brat, learning how to correctly handle firearms and how to protect herself.
All her life, she has been teased for her gender confusion, often called a 'butch'. It was never something that she minded, but didn't actually take it seriously until junior high. While she could be attracted to men, she found some of her female friends equally alluring. Eventually she determined that she was bisexual, and had no qualms about 'coming out'. Due to this, she dealt with some bullying throughout her middle school experience, though it was hardly something that she couldn't handle on her own. Nonetheless, she learned that her true friends were the ones that accepted her wholeheartedly, and her family was equally understanding. As such, she has grown to become very comfortable with herself.
She hadn't had much tragedy in her life up until a year ago, when her mother lost the fight against breast cancer. At this time, she is still trying to recover from the loss, but does her best not to show it.

Likes and Interests - Photography, history and mythology, kickboxing, rainy days, action movies, visiting the shooting range and the batting cages
General Dislikes - Chauvinists, skirts, high heels, suck ups and fakes, math, sugary treats
Other - Really hates being called 'Jo-Jo', will not tolerate any sort of insult or put down directed towards any member of her family or friends.

Writing Sample - An opening post from a college oriented fantasy RP. If you want something with more dialogue, let me know.

Double checking her door, Maia nodded with approval as the handle refused to turn. Swinging her keys around in a small arc, she pushed them into her bag with quick and delicate fingers. She wasn't a purse kind of girl. If she had to carry her stuff in something, it went in the old black messenger back slung across her upper body. If it didn't fit, tough luck. The day Maia Trudeau walked around flaunting Coach, or Prada or Gucci, or any other kind of nonsense like that, would be the day the world had officially turned upside down and started spinning backwards.

Wrapping a scarf loosely around her neck, she pushed open the door that led out of the dorms and into the courtyard. A breeze picked up just as she stepped out, simultaneously chilling and revitalizing her. Taking a deep breath, she let it out in a light shudder, and wriggled her fingers into the pockets of her coat. As much as she loved the outdoors, cold weather had never agreed with her much, though, oddly enough, overcast skies always seemed to lift her spirits. A cloudy day with a light drizzle was what she considered perfection. Nonetheless, today's wind was simply frigid and unpleasant, urging her to break into a brisk walk, nearly sprinting across the otherwise lovely courtyard. The sooner she got indoors, the better.

Maia was a good student, which was why she was partaking in this disturbingly early study hall in the first place. Without the money to pay for her tuition, it was entirely her own responsibility to get into and through college. She had managed to score a full-ride scholarship to Kelham, but she still felt the pressure to excel at her academics, and prove that she deserved such a gift. Regardless, she knew the importance of maintaining a healthy lifestyle and keeping one's body in peak condition. She had watched her poor younger sister spiral into sickly states time and time again due to the pressure the young girl had placed on herself to succeed in school. Therefore, though she was usually a morning person, Maia had allowed herself to sleep in an extra two hours, waking up at 8:45 this particular morning.

Pulling the door to the main hall open, she rushed in, rubbing her hands together and blowing into them slowly. She hadn't been outside for very long, so it was relatively easy to rub the warmth back into them. The halls were eerily empty; few college kids decided to use their newfound sense of freedom to take on the responsibility and burden of waking up early. Her boots clicked abnormally noisily as she walked through the halls, and try as she might, she simply could not get them to quiet down. The heavy clicks grew faster and shorter as she decided to just high tail it to the lecture hall. Finally, her eyes found the correct room number, and she tentatively pushed the heavy wooden door open. Peeking in, she stuck her tongue in her cheek, letting her breath out slowly. The large room was virtually empty, with the professor sitting in the front, and only one other student, who was seemingly dozing on her desk. Closing her eyes, Maia pressed two fingers to her temple, wondering how much it was really worth it for her to be here.

Well, there was nothing she could do about it now; if she had gone to the trouble to make it here this early, she may as well just appreciate the peace and quiet, and utilize her time as efficiently as she could. Slipping in, her slight frame didn't require her to open the door any further, sparing her ears from the hideous creak of the well worn door. Keeping her fingers curled tightly around the handle, she didn't loosen her grasp until the door shut with a satisfyingly quiet click! Turning, she began to make her way towards the desks, nodding briefly at the professor, before taking a seat in the same row as the other girl, though she kept a good distance of several seats between them. Slinging the strap of her bag over her head, she pulled out a calculus textbook, a notebook and pencil, and an old rented scientific calculator with the words 'Property of Kelham U' scrawled messily on the back in what looked like very very old white-out. Pushing the bag beneath her seat, she crossed her legs and leaned over the textbook, opening it to a very dreaded number and symbol filled page. With a suffering sigh, she opened her notebook to a clean page, clicked the eraser of her pencil a few times, and began the very arduous task of attempting to understand mathematical concepts on her own.

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General Dislikes - Extremely or unnecessarily introverted people

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I see what you did thar.

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Also- still refining my CS a bit. Adding a few things to make it more clear, dropping a few senseless things- you get the point. XD

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There- added a bit to the history and personality.

Name - Jason Hun
Age - 17
Gender - Male

Appearance - http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_co0-5JN8Fy...airstyles1.jpg (I do not own this picture.)

Personality - Sarcastic, Arrogant. General Goof off, it's very hard to take him seriously. Easily distracted, hot-tempered, holds a grudge. Easily bribed (except for a grudge). He likes being the center of attention. He speaks in unnecessarily flowery language to make him sound more sophisticated than he actually is. He isn't malicious, merely impulsive. He does experience regret if his actions cause anyone meaningful harm, and tries to use his humor to make a point. He makes casual friends easily, though it takes him a while to form close friendships and bonds.

Short History - Jason comes from a single mother home. As the only child, he quickly learned that if he didn't stand up for himself, no one else would.

Likes and Interests - The Daily Show with John Stewart, The Colbert Report, hanging out with friends/acquaintances,
General Dislikes - People who can't stand up for what they believe in, hypocrites,
Other - (Did I forget something? Put that here.)

WIP

Writing Sample: From an X-Men RP that recently died. T_T

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Angelica nodded at Jean, focusing her powers on the machine. The screeching noise tickled goosebumps onto Angelica’s skin as she watched the pandemonium transform the ordinary parking lot into a battle field. She silently prayed that there wasn’t anyone inside the machine, and ignored the tears that began to trickle down her cheek. She hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone when she’d joined the Institute. She had joined the Institute to make sure that she couldn’t hurt anyone again. It seemed as though she couldn’t avoid hurting other people, and she hated herself for using her mutant ability, even if in self-defense. Why couldn’t you leave us alone? she wanted to ask the machine. We weren’t going to hurt anyone. They started it first.

“HOLD ON!”

Angelica sucked in a startled breath as Jean yanked her unexpectedly into the air. Her hands (and her aim) went off target and Angelica tried to reorient her arms to keep facing the machine. The power rippled down her arms and out of her palms, gushing like water from a garden hose. Angelica gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the pandemonium around her. She watched as the Machine began to melt under the microwaves that she was producing, as the air in front of her began to ripple and heat. A tiny voice emerging from beneath her belly button whispered to her, So this is what the power can do. Angelica shivered and pushed the voice back down, trying to concentrate on the job.

The screams pierced her ears but she pushed on. She couldn’t afford to disrupt her concentration to check on the others, who were probably fighting the machine as well. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! she thought. It was just supposed to be a quiet night, not this... The sounds of rockets and gunfire formed a single constant booming noise that filled her awareness, a solid barrier of sound.

A howling noise made Angelica jerk in surprise. As the angry man ran towards the machine, she curled her hands into fists, cutting off the flow of microwaves. She didn’t want to think about the damage she had already done. The silence bloomed and the parking lot returned to being a parking lot, not a war zone.

Angelica hugged her arms to herself as she let the tears continue to trickle down her cheeks. She tucked her chin, and began to force herself to take deep breaths in an effort to calm down. She wasn’t a baby anymore. She would not throw a bawling fit right then and there. She would remain under control.

“... is he dead?” she heard Estella whisper. Angelica didn’t want to open her eyes. Opening her eyes would mean that this was real, that this had just happened. Angelica felt a jolt of relief when she heard the angry man chuckle and say, “I ain’t here to hurt you, Bub.”

“I’m fine,” she said to Scott. She tried not to instinctively hunch over, forcing herself to straighten her back. “I think I’m going to be fine, anyway.” She shut her eyelids shut, not wanting to look at the destruction around them. She had helped cause more destruction that she had been trying to avoid.

It’s just a parking lot, she told herself. At least this time it’s just a parking lot that got destroyed. Angelica opened her eyes and looked around. She felt sorry for the local business owners, and the guilt gnawed at her. Who’s fault was it, this time? Theirs? Or their attackers? Either way, someone innocent had gotten hurt...

“Can we go back to the Institute now?” Angelica asked, a sob creeping into her voice. She covered her face with her hands as she continued to cry.

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Originally Posted by Arlear

I see what you did thar.

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ha yeah, i thought it might be fitting. anyways, i'll wait a bit longer for any extra cs's before i start pickin'

also, cressida, if you don't mind, could you add a last name and swap in a real picture? that is, if you're up to it
i know it's a wip, i'm just..being me. lol

Sorry bout my delays =3 I'll work on a CS now, hopefully have it certainly posted by tommorrow =3 'writing samples' are always a pain for me though XD I do my best work 'on the fly', though I suppose I could just hunt down one of my posts in another RP and link it XD

also, using ap icture, do we need a 'realistic' one? funny enough I always have trouble finding a suitable one XD hahah though it may be better to just describe it given my current CS idea anyway xD