She heard a soft groan through the door, followed by the shifting of sheets and the familiar sound of Orren's feet padding against the floor. The door opened a crack and revealed a slice of Orren's body. Per brightened at the sight of him, a smile stretching across her face and her eyes shining. For almost her entire life she had known him, and she had grown more attuned to the sound of his voice and the way he moved and the rhythm of his breathing than she was to her own self. Even still, the sight of him sent her heart racing. With the new sight it was even worse than before. Now she could see every strand in his messy hair and every curve in his smile and, her favorite, every fleck of brilliant color in his eyes. She could see every little bit of him in perfect clarity, and he was so fascinating she could had stared at him for years.
Right now his eyes were tired and only peeking open, and his voice was deeper than usual, coated with sleep. He asked what time it was, and her heart fell into her stomach as a wave of guilt washed over her. Had she knocked harder than she meant to? Clearly she had woken him up sooner than he wanted to get up. Her mouth pulled down at the corners, her expression growing sheepish. "Uh, I don't know." Truth be told, she hadn't even glanced at a clock since she had climbed out of bed. But the sun had made it's way through her room and into her bed, so that meant it was earlier than she'd like but a while past daybreak. "...Nine, maybe? I'm sorry, go back to bed. I didn't mean to wake you if you didn't want to get up, I just thought - there's a bus outside - I thought you might be waking up soon, I just - I'm sorry - Nevermind," she rambled. Her eyes flicked down at his pajamas and she winced, feeling terrible and guilty for waking him just because she wanted to see him. "Sorry, Ore. Go back to bed."
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Daylight had been creeping across her room for some time now. It had started on her ceiling, bright on the white wall, and had slowly dripped down the wall to her bed. Now it pooled around her head, bouncing off her light sheets, illuminating her gold hair, and shining on her face. Frustrated, she groaned, rolled over, and buried her face into her pillow. How could it be the next day already? She hadn't had nearly enough sleep. Her head pounded and the light invading her eyes burned. Conscious, her ears echoed with sounds all around her. The rustle of her sheets was like a gunshot, too loud and crisp to be the first thing she heard that day. She could hear everything else, too - the creaking of the floors in the hall and slamming doors. Farther away she could hear the hiss of a bus engine and shoes on pavement. It was like this everyday, every time she woke up. The first few minutes everything was loud, too loud. Everything she saw was too bright, too sharp. It was only once she adjusted to the day that things subsided. She could see and hear without it being painful, and everything she didn't focus on seeing or hearing faded a little.
Persephone waited for the adjustment, laying still and trying not to breathe too loud. Once it came, everything but the pounding in her head subsided. That couldn't be resolved quite as quickly. It came from a lack of rest and blood. The longer she had to stay awake the longer she more she had to work her body and mind to stay conscious. But it wasn't her fault she couldn't sleep. Her mind had been relentless. It kept her awake with thoughts of everything from homework to where she might have been now if she hadn't ever had her blood problem. And the more she thought the more blood pumped to her brain, and the more blood cells died out. For anyone else this was not a problem. They only needed some sleep or some food and they could create their lost blood cells. But for Persephone, this only meant one thing, and that was that she needed more of someone else's blood.
Vampires were a thing of fiction, Per was sure. Yes, she needed to drink blood to survive. But she did not go on the prowl and hunt down people and drain their bodies completely of blood. She didn't devour flesh. She didn't substitute animals. She didn't life for the chase. She didn't even like to kill bugs. Most of her blood supply came from people who willingly donated their blood, and only on a few rare and desperate occasions had she actually 'sucked blood' from someone. Even then she hadn't taken much - just enough to keep her going and make them slightly lightheaded. She didn't even need that much that often. A little went a long way, especially if she didn't let herself get low. And that's all there was to it. Stealing blood from people wasn't her power, that was the enhanced senses, strength, and speed she had. She liked to think the rest of it was just the consequences of having powers. Everything had a downside to it, right?
Per rolled over, pulling herself out of bed, stopping at her room's mini fridge, and moving on to her dresser. Within another few minutes she had gotten dressed, downed the bottle of scarlet blood, and brushed the remains from her teeth. She could still hear people outside by the bus, moving around and talking over the humming engine. She vaguely wondered who was arriving - what they could do and where they had come from and if one of them would take the empty bed across the room from hers.
She left the room and moved down the halls. She couldn't hear much coming from the room she was heading towards but one person's steady breathing, meaning Orren was most likely still sleeping and his roommate was gone. She didn't doubt this - his roommate was never without his dog, meaning there was always panting and the dander-smell around when Jason was. Now there was nothing but traces of it and Orren's smell as she reached his door. She leaned against it and listened, deliberating if she should wake him or not. In the end she decided on a gentle knock. If it woke him, it meant he was already close to the edge of waking. If it didn't wake him, so be it.
Persephone waited for the adjustment, laying still and trying not to breathe too loud. Once it came, everything but the pounding in her head subsided. That couldn't be resolved quite as quickly. It came from a lack of rest and blood. The longer she had to stay awake the longer she more she had to work her body and mind to stay conscious. But it wasn't her fault she couldn't sleep. Her mind had been relentless. It kept her awake with thoughts of everything from homework to where she might have been now if she hadn't ever had her blood problem. And the more she thought the more blood pumped to her brain, and the more blood cells died out. For anyone else this was not a problem. They only needed some sleep or some food and they could create their lost blood cells. But for Persephone, this only meant one thing, and that was that she needed more of someone else's blood.
Vampires were a thing of fiction, Per was sure. Yes, she needed to drink blood to survive. But she did not go on the prowl and hunt down people and drain their bodies completely of blood. She didn't devour flesh. She didn't substitute animals. She didn't life for the chase. She didn't even like to kill bugs. Most of her blood supply came from people who willingly donated their blood, and only on a few rare and desperate occasions had she actually 'sucked blood' from someone. Even then she hadn't taken much - just enough to keep her going and make them slightly lightheaded. She didn't even need that much that often. A little went a long way, especially if she didn't let herself get low. And that's all there was to it. Stealing blood from people wasn't her power, that was the enhanced senses, strength, and speed she had. She liked to think the rest of it was just the consequences of having powers. Everything had a downside to it, right?
Per rolled over, pulling herself out of bed, stopping at her room's mini fridge, and moving on to her dresser. Within another few minutes she had gotten dressed, downed the bottle of scarlet blood, and brushed the remains from her teeth. She could still hear people outside by the bus, moving around and talking over the humming engine. She vaguely wondered who was arriving - what they could do and where they had come from and if one of them would take the empty bed across the room from hers.
She left the room and moved down the halls. She couldn't hear much coming from the room she was heading towards but one person's steady breathing, meaning Orren was most likely still sleeping and his roommate was gone. She didn't doubt this - his roommate was never without his dog, meaning there was always panting and the dander-smell around when Jason was. Now there was nothing but traces of it and Orren's smell as she reached his door. She leaned against it and listened, deliberating if she should wake him or not. In the end she decided on a gentle knock. If it woke him, it meant he was already close to the edge of waking. If it didn't wake him, so be it.
If it starts soon, I can probably throw a post up, otherwise it'll have to wait till Sunday-I'm very inconveniently going away tonight and tomorrow. I might check in but I doubt I'll be able to post tomorrow, sorry. If I don't post and I need to Metronome can mod Persephone for me.
Thanks Penguin! At some point hopefully soon my friend will be posting Orren's CS!
Name: Persephone (Per) Davis
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Grade: 11th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Ability/Mutation/Other Effects: Vampire - the radiation affected Per by inhibiting her ability to produce enough blood cells. After many transfusions in the hopes of removing the radiation from her bloodstream to allow it to return to it's self-sufficient ways, her body evolved so that transfusions were unnecessary and even detrimental. Now all she has to do is drink the blood, and it will directly enter her bloodstream. Along with these effects the radiation also gave her super speed, super strength, enhanced sight, smell, and hearing, and if she fed recently a shorter healing time than others.
Brief Personality: Persephone is mainly a people-pleaser. She's only happy when other people are happy, and looks to her friends for approval and acceptance before she looks to herself. She is attentive and assertive with other's problems but very passive with her own and would rather suffer in silence than make a bother of herself by asking for help.
History: Persephone grew up with her family in the suburbs. For as long as she could remember she's known her best friend and current boyfriend, Orren. She got along better with him than her own family, and when the radiation hit they stuck by each other. After the first few times Per got really sick or blacked out because of her lack of enough blood cells she was sent to the hospital. Blood transfusions seemed to work for a little while- with each new transfusion she was able to produce enough new cells for her to go about a week without problems. However, the time between transfusions decreased rapidly. Orren joked to Per that she might as well have been drinking the blood, she was using so much so fast. It was only a joke, but in desperate times Per resorted to desperate measures. She tried drinking the blood, and immediately it became clear that was the best way for her to continue getting the blood she needed. Along with this vampiric behavior came her enhanced senses, speed, strength, and healing. One of the doctors attending to her realized what she had become, and sent her to Darkwood Academy.
Class Schedule:
1st- Pre-Calc
2nd: Hand-to-hand combat training
3rd: Physics
4th: Swimming
- - Lunch - -
5th: U.S History
6th: Physical-Oriented Ability training
7th: Archery
8th: Free Period
Other: various shades of blue
A bio will be posted here sometime soon, probably tomorrow!
Cool, I just finished it up.
Almost done, but not quite.
Name: Charlotte Lane
Age: 26
Position: Nurse
Diagnosis: N/A
Personality: For the most part, Charlotte is a model nurse. If she's not on time, she's early. If there's a patient who's being trouble, she's the first to volunteer to help them. She genuinely enjoys her job, and wants to help the patients as much as she can. She's got a calming demeanor about herself, and has a patience and gentle touch like no other. She values the patients more than herself and doesn't fear putting herself in danger if it means helping someone else. Charlotte laughs easily, and is both attentive and laid-back. She makes sure the job gets done, but if a patient isn't ready for something, she won't push them. Equally, if she knows a patient is simply being stubborn, she won't budge until they do what they need to. With the other nurses and doctors she has a desire to please and be useful, and follows directions well. Where she will stand up against persistent patients, she won't realize when her peers and bosses are walking all over her.
The main thing she's terrible at is interacting with people outside the asylum. She has no patience for the majority of them, and has a flash temper with anyone who suggests people with mental illnesses and disorders are anything less than human or that they're defined by their illness or disorder. Charlotte is also terrible at dealing with big changes and loss, having an affectation of becoming very attached to the things and people around her.
Other: She's the nurse Dylan has a crush on. She's requested to never be given a student shadow and stays away from most of them. While she does believe some drugs really help the patients, she is very opposed to drugging patients to control them. She only focuses on caring for a few patients, but is known well by all of them-mostly because when something happens with a patient that isn't hers and no one else can calm them down, she's the one they call before resorting to restraints or drugs. She's also well known by the patients for being an excellent book-reader and scrabble competitor. Charlotte has not been in contact with her parents since she and Alice went to the asylum. They refuse to return phone calls, e-mails, or Christmas cards and claim Charlotte betrayed them by doing this to Alice.
Appearance: Charlotte is about five foot six, from european descent, and has auburn-brown hair. It frames a round face with hazel eyes and delicate features. The rest of her body is slender and she rarely takes up a lot of physical space. On her left wrist is a nicely-made white waterproof watch, and around neck is a long and thin-chained necklace with the gold letter C dangling from the bottom. During work hours her necklace is kept under her uniform out of sight.
History: Charlotte came from a small family of four in an even smaller town in the middle of nowhere. Her life was relatively normal up until she was about seventeen. That's when her life completely changed direction.
She had always been the favorite child, better attitude, outlook, and grades than her younger sister. To her parents, she could do no wrong, and her sister, Alice, could only do wrong. She constantly forgot things, messed things up, tripped and broke something, got bad grades. The more her parents had yelled at her to be more like Charlotte, the more mistakes she made. The thing her parents fought with her most though, was the way she would suddenly become extremely happy and hyper. One moment she was normal, and the next she was in the backyard running around and yelling with joy. If no one interrupted her soon enough, she would think of some dangerous thing she was sure she could do, and she would do it. And she would get hurt.
And then the next moment, she would be empty of everything. Every little thing was the worst thing she had ever seen, and she would cry and cry until nothing more came out. Once or twice she was caught trying to do the same dangerous thing she had before, but her smile was gone.
Her parents told her repeatedly to stop being so dramatic about everything, and thought nothing more of it. Until Charlotte was seventeen and Alice was fourteen and she was found in the corner of a classroom in school, white-faced and hyperventilating. The school psychologist told her parents she had a panic attack, and she should see someone if it happened again.
It did happen again, and again, and again. The more often she flipped between moods the more she would get a panic attack. But her parents refused to hire someone. They refused to recognize that anything was wrong. They told Alice to get it together, and left it at that.
Charlotte, however, was not going to let her sister go unhelped. That was when she first started looking into what might have gone wrong with Alice, and how she could get help. That was when she decided to pursue medicine. For the first two years Charlotte went to a local college, unable to leave her sister alone at home where her parents barely acknowledged her anymore. Once Alice had graduated school Charlotte scraped up money for Alice to follow her to a better school that would allow her to learn what she needed to help. It was around this time Alice got worse, having bouts of paranoia and violence to not only herself but others.
Then Charlotte found the hospital, one she could afford and one that would work with her to let her be near her sister. Soon enough she got a job there as a nurse, and she was able to keep by her sister.
But this nice life could only last for so long. Alice was getting better, slowly, but in between the periods of normalcy, there were panic attacks and depression worse than before. The doctors said it would get worse before it got better, but it could only get so bad before Alice could no longer handle it. One day in the summertime soon after Alice's 21st birthday, another nurse got a report of loud banging noises in the south hall. When she reached Alice's room, the girl was lying on the floor, her head severely banged up and her body, the dresser corner, and the floor covered in blood. By the time doctors who could help reached her, there was no way to save her.
Charlotte continued working at the asylum after Alice's passing, and is now in her fifth year of working there.
Name: Charlotte Lane
Age: 26
Position: Nurse
Diagnosis: N/A
Personality: For the most part, Charlotte is a model nurse. If she's not on time, she's early. If there's a patient who's being trouble, she's the first to volunteer to help them. She genuinely enjoys her job, and wants to help the patients as much as she can. She's got a calming demeanor about herself, and has a patience and gentle touch like no other. She values the patients more than herself and doesn't fear putting herself in danger if it means helping someone else. Charlotte laughs easily, and is both attentive and laid-back. She makes sure the job gets done, but if a patient isn't ready for something, she won't push them. Equally, if she knows a patient is simply being stubborn, she won't budge until they do what they need to. With the other nurses and doctors she has a desire to please and be useful, and follows directions well. Where she will stand up against persistent patients, she won't realize when her peers and bosses are walking all over her.
The main thing she's terrible at is interacting with people outside the asylum. She has no patience for the majority of them, and has a flash temper with anyone who suggests people with mental illnesses and disorders are anything less than human or that they're defined by their illness or disorder. Charlotte is also terrible at dealing with big changes and loss, having an affectation of becoming very attached to the things and people around her.
Other: She's the nurse Dylan has a crush on. She's requested to never be given a student shadow and stays away from most of them. While she does believe some drugs really help the patients, she is very opposed to drugging patients to control them. She only focuses on caring for a few patients, but is known well by all of them-mostly because when something happens with a patient that isn't hers and no one else can calm them down, she's the one they call before resorting to restraints or drugs. She's also well known by the patients for being an excellent book-reader and scrabble competitor. Charlotte has not been in contact with her parents since she and Alice went to the asylum. They refuse to return phone calls, e-mails, or Christmas cards and claim Charlotte betrayed them by doing this to Alice.
Appearance: Charlotte is about five foot six, from european descent, and has auburn-brown hair. It frames a round face with hazel eyes and delicate features. The rest of her body is slender and she rarely takes up a lot of physical space. On her left wrist is a nicely-made white waterproof watch, and around neck is a long and thin-chained necklace with the gold letter C dangling from the bottom. During work hours her necklace is kept under her uniform out of sight.
History: Charlotte came from a small family of four in an even smaller town in the middle of nowhere. Her life was relatively normal up until she was about seventeen. That's when her life completely changed direction.
She had always been the favorite child, better attitude, outlook, and grades than her younger sister. To her parents, she could do no wrong, and her sister, Alice, could only do wrong. She constantly forgot things, messed things up, tripped and broke something, got bad grades. The more her parents had yelled at her to be more like Charlotte, the more mistakes she made. The thing her parents fought with her most though, was the way she would suddenly become extremely happy and hyper. One moment she was normal, and the next she was in the backyard running around and yelling with joy. If no one interrupted her soon enough, she would think of some dangerous thing she was sure she could do, and she would do it. And she would get hurt.
And then the next moment, she would be empty of everything. Every little thing was the worst thing she had ever seen, and she would cry and cry until nothing more came out. Once or twice she was caught trying to do the same dangerous thing she had before, but her smile was gone.
Her parents told her repeatedly to stop being so dramatic about everything, and thought nothing more of it. Until Charlotte was seventeen and Alice was fourteen and she was found in the corner of a classroom in school, white-faced and hyperventilating. The school psychologist told her parents she had a panic attack, and she should see someone if it happened again.
It did happen again, and again, and again. The more often she flipped between moods the more she would get a panic attack. But her parents refused to hire someone. They refused to recognize that anything was wrong. They told Alice to get it together, and left it at that.
Charlotte, however, was not going to let her sister go unhelped. That was when she first started looking into what might have gone wrong with Alice, and how she could get help. That was when she decided to pursue medicine. For the first two years Charlotte went to a local college, unable to leave her sister alone at home where her parents barely acknowledged her anymore. Once Alice had graduated school Charlotte scraped up money for Alice to follow her to a better school that would allow her to learn what she needed to help. It was around this time Alice got worse, having bouts of paranoia and violence to not only herself but others.
Then Charlotte found the hospital, one she could afford and one that would work with her to let her be near her sister. Soon enough she got a job there as a nurse, and she was able to keep by her sister.
But this nice life could only last for so long. Alice was getting better, slowly, but in between the periods of normalcy, there were panic attacks and depression worse than before. The doctors said it would get worse before it got better, but it could only get so bad before Alice could no longer handle it. One day in the summertime soon after Alice's 21st birthday, another nurse got a report of loud banging noises in the south hall. When she reached Alice's room, the girl was lying on the floor, her head severely banged up and her body, the dresser corner, and the floor covered in blood. By the time doctors who could help reached her, there was no way to save her.
Charlotte continued working at the asylum after Alice's passing, and is now in her fifth year of working there.
I'm down
I don't really know which one of us that was to but I'm done with you going out partying for weeks on end when I need you at home.
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