CassieBit

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♪~ Put me out
Like that cigarette
You stomped on the floor
And watch me rise
From the ashes
Cause I've been here before~♫

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”Wait, really? You’re taking this way more serious than I expected.” This was her first response to the comment her roomie had made about the whole seance thing. Stormy pulled out her phone again, checking over the time as they made their way down the hallway. And that girl that had approached Alex was down the hall too, and gave Stormy the stink-eye for the noise earlier. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer Ashley. And hey Brittney! See you at the upcoming show, right?” She shot fingerguns at one of the other girl’s friends before turning the corner down the hall they were walking. “Hard to tone it down when, ya know, loud is just part of me. Also, you need to stop cooking such good food in the morning.”: She was teasing, of course. Just how she was, and she stopped at one of the double doors before turning to fully face Alex while looking down at her phone before huffing. “Ugh, one second.” Her focus dropped down to her phone as she started to tap away on the screen with a bit of a fervent focus.

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Mom

Wednesday, September 20
I know moving has been a hassle, and you left a lot of friends, but you need to stop ignoring me.

Thursday, September 21
Have a good day at school. I love you.

Love you too, mom. Sorry, was busy yesterday.

Ok. Just come see us sometime, okay?

I’ll see you, at least.

The Band

Thursday, September 21
Knock ‘em dead, Storms. Hit ‘em like a lightning bolt.

You’re such a dork.

Dad

Thursday, September 21
Have a good day at school, sweetie. I know you’ll do awesome.

Two weeks of silence, and this is the shit you send me? Some cookie cutter bullshit after not seeing you since we moved?

I’m sorry. You know how my work is.

No, I don’t. You never talk about it. I’m not having this conversation anymore. I’ve got to get to class.

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She shoved her phone back into her pocket before pushing the door open to another hallway that led to the main building. “Kinda wish I had grabbed more coffee. Energy for the day is already at a low.” She shook her head before just looking on ahead. “Thanks for putting up with bunkin’ with me, Alex. Know I’m a handful. The ol’ band from back home never failed to bring that up to me. Also, what was that thing you called me? Ma cher?” Stormy, surprisingly didn’t butcher the pronunciation, but it was obvious that the fact she said it at all correctly had surprised her. “Oh, not this again..” Stormy hated what was happening to herself. These weird.. Powers or whatever were really harshing her vibe. She didn’t want, or even ask, for any of it. But that’s why she was still getting behind Romi’s little desire for a seance. If Stormy could find the reason why, maybe she could get rid of them. Another ping from her phone and she looked down and sent a quick reply as they got closer to the classroom.

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Book Club

We’ll figure something out. Could always do one of my distractions too, if all else fails.
♪ Poppy

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With that done, Stormy looked up to notice they were already at their first class. Study Hall. Ugh, she hated the teacher that oversaw this.All about actually using the full two hours for studying, when Stormy never needed it. Honestly, studying made her forget instead of the other way around. So, she always found a way to escape it, anytime it came up. “After you, Alex. Let’s get ready for what’s about to happen. Hopefully we can hit the coffee shop soon.”

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<sub>♪~I'll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along
I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this~♫

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If Stormy could see her friends, as she was coming to start to see most of them anyway, she’d have laughed. She was ready and raring to go, but that was always just normal with her. Always told her old friend group that she woke up with spite in her veins because the town they lived in literally needed a wrench to be thrown into its normal operation because it was BORING and there wasn’t much to do. She’d actually been up earlier, her phone going off at 7:00 AM because she had something she had to go do. That something? She snuck out through the window of the room she shared with this other girl. That was. That was something she was still getting used to. Growing up with her own space only to move one day and then have to share it? But her roomie had been pretty cool, and didn’t harsh the vibe Stormy kept to. Well, anyway, her little morning errand was quite simple: retrieve coffee for herself and her roomie. The school let her have a coffee maker, but she had come to love this little coffee shop that she visited almost every day… So she always made sure to have time to grab some. She was such a regular, that they always had her coffee ready before she even showed up!

On the counter rested the one she had got for her roomie, Alex, and a sticky note sat next to it letting her know that it was, in fact, hers. By 7:25, Stormy had already drained her’s and was showering. The water streamed down over her,so hot that it made the entire bathroom feel like a sauna with steam visible despite the colder air of the room. There was even music thumping from a little speaker she kept in there. Despite her own particular after school activity, Stormy loved all kinds of music. For the most part. Oh, and she was drumming along the wall of the shower with her hands, already done with her morning cleanse to start the day off.

She was out of the shower and dressed by, oh, 7:35 and she still hadn’t checked her phone yet. She was lost in that musical element of hers, singing into her hairbrush as she went around the room collecting her things with a free hand. ”Oh she’s a rich little girl and she’s oh so lucky! With a pocketful of dynamite, she better keep runnin’!~♪” She tossed her hairbrush onto the nightstand next to her bed and retrieved her backpack and jacket as her eyes drifted over the various rock and metal band posters that adorned her walls, all of them signed. Her voice dropped a few octaves, damn near a whisper as the high she had been running off of finally petered off. “Have you got a reason to be sad when your daddy’s got money…?~♫” A sigh escaped her as she looked down at her phone and finally saw the unread text message. Stormy shook her head as she picked it up and read over the message that had been sent out. “

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<sub>To: Book Club
Ay, guess it is. We still meetin’ at the usual coffee shop? And I still can’t believe you’re super into that stuff. If I was some spooky dead folks, I’d avoid a group of teenagers tryin’ to drag me to have a conversation. But, not like I got much better to do. - Poppy

Also, why poppy again? I’m not exactly the ‘flowery’ type ya know.

♫Rock out with your heart out♪</sub>

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”Yo, Alex. Might want to check yer phone once ya get done. Spooky chick wants to do the thing today, despite it lookin’ like primetime for a horror movie out there..” Stormy slung her backpack over one shoulder and grabbed her drumsticks to shove into a pocket. Another signed thing given to her by her dad. A glance over her posters before she went over to the door to her and Alex’s suite, checking the time on her phone. “I’ll be out in the hall. We got about.. Oh, ten or so minutes before our slow descent into madness starts.” Stormy didn’t hate school, or learning… Just some of the teachers were.. Well.. BORING!

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Stormy Wynters

"Hey, so have you heard of that coffee shop that recently opened up? No? Well, we should totally ditch and go get some. Best iced coffee I've had this year."



Nicknames → None
Age → 17
Birthdate → October 13th
Height/weight → 5’2” / 112 lbs



Stormy is a bit of a wild card. She loves playing music, sticking to the genres of rock and metal, but loves pastel colors. Can come off as pretty serious, but loves to make people laugh with her stories (of a sometimes grandiose nature). Thing about it is, it's hard to tell with her most days. But she's a fast and loyal friend to anyone willing to stick with her. And past that tough exterior is just a person looking to find their way in the world, same as anyone else. She just gets distracted. Easily, too.

Likes → Bad B-Movies. Thunderstorms. Various types of music. Coffee.
Dislikes → Hot and humid days. Cheesy pick-up lines. Sweets. Buzzkills.
Quirks → Overly energetic. Talks a lot with a lot of topic swapping mid-sentence. Likes to play fast and loose with the rules.

Spells →

The ability to harness sound, and in conjunction music, to varying degrees and with varying abilities behind it. The main use, and with a very technical breakdown, is the ability to vibrate the air molecules around the caster to match certain wavelengths and frequencies.


With her control over sound, or as Stormy refers to it as anyway, she can use a variety of means to channel her magic. Her favorite way? Her drums. With the beat of music being her life almost, she’ll play away without a care in the world. But, her powers manifest as she plays. From being able to inspire those around her (usually used to help rile up a crowd as her and her bandmates play) with what she does to rapid fire explosions of sound to strike her enemies.


Now, an ability she has because of her control over sound: Her voice can hypnotise. Her voice, when she applies herself, can be used to take an almost hypnotic quality like the Sirens of eld. She can, with enough time and pressure, get people to do what she wants. How she didn’t just escape detention is anyone’s guess.

Weaknesses

Control → Or, should we say, lack thereof. As with her personality, she's a wild card. Sometimes she can manifest it at will, but most of the times it's based entirely on her emotions and mental state. If she's full into one of her shows with her band? Nine times out of ten it'll manifest. If she's calm, or in a rush? Yeah, not happening.

Anger Management → She's really quick to anger, which is problematic. How she ended up in detention, along with being a bit of a rule breaker. She's easily riled over certain topics, and one of those is people attacking her friends or her interests. She also, if one can't tell, doesn't exactly fit in with the normal crowds, after all, and openly hates the cliquey types just based on her own personal principals.

TRIVIA

Not really much to know about her, if one were to look her over. Decent home, decent parents, decent life... boring town. She didn't exactly live in the area when she was born or even grew up. Her parents moved to the city earlier in the year due to her father getting a new, well-paying job. She lost all of her old friends, and it was by pure chance that she ended up at the boarding school itself. She didn't know why, but as her parents were busy looking for a school to enroll Stormy into, the headmistress of Arcadia came a knocking. A talk, and a test, later and she was enrolled.

She was quick to find her group of friends who later became her bandmates. It was during one of these shows that she discovered she had more than a simple talent for music, as she noticed the crowd that was there started to cheer louder, harder than ever before. It was later, her in the band room practicing for her next set when they fully manifested in more than just a coincidental fashion: She almost blew a hole into another instrument. She could see the vibrations in the air, feel it in her bones. And then she found out what Arcadia was actually for. And it was this same incident (and the fact she was skipping class to play) that landed her in detention in the first place.

|- Book Club -|

Stormy Wynters

"Hey, so have you heard of that coffee shop that recently opened up? No? Well, we should totally ditch and go get some. Best iced coffee I've had this year."



Nicknames → None
Age → 17
Birthdate → October 13th
Height/weight → 5’2” / 112 lbs



Stormy is a bit of a wild card. She loves playing music, sticking to the genres of rock and metal, but loves pastel colors. Can come off as pretty serious, but loves to make people laugh with her stories (of a sometimes grandiose nature). Thing about it is, it's hard to tell with her most days. But she's a fast and loyal friend to anyone willing to stick with her. And past that tough exterior is just a person looking to find their way in the world, same as anyone else. She just gets distracted. Easily, too.

Likes → Bad B-Movies. Thunderstorms. Various types of music. Coffee.
Dislikes → Hot and humid days. Cheesy pick-up lines. Sweets. Buzzkills.
Quirks → Overly energetic. Talks a lot with a lot of topic swapping mid-sentence. Likes to play fast and loose with the rules.

Spells →

The ability to harness sound, and in conjunction music, to varying degrees and with varying abilities behind it. The main use, and with a very technical breakdown, is the ability to vibrate the air molecules around the caster to match certain wavelengths and frequencies.


With her control over sound, or as Stormy refers to it as anyway, she can use a variety of means to channel her magic. Her favorite way? Her drums. With the beat of music being her life almost, she’ll play away without a care in the world. But, her powers manifest as she plays. From being able to inspire those around her (usually used to help rile up a crowd as her and her bandmates play) with what she does to rapid fire explosions of sound to strike her enemies.


Now, an ability she has because of her control over sound: Her voice can hypnotise. Her voice, when she applies herself, can be used to take an almost hypnotic quality like the Sirens of eld. She can, with enough time and pressure, get people to do what she wants. How she didn’t just escape detention is anyone’s guess.

Weaknesses

Control → Or, should we say, lack thereof. As with her personality, she's a wild card. Sometimes she can manifest it at will, but most of the times it's based entirely on her emotions and mental state. If she's full into one of her shows with her band? Nine times out of ten it'll manifest. If she's calm, or in a rush? Yeah, not happening.

Anger Management → She's really quick to anger, which is problematic. How she ended up in detention, along with being a bit of a rule breaker. She's easily riled over certain topics, and one of those is people attacking her friends or her interests. She also, if one can't tell, doesn't exactly fit in with the normal crowds, after all, and openly hates the cliquey types just based on her own personal principals.

TRIVIA

Not really much to know about her, if one were to look her over. Decent home, decent parents, decent life... boring town. She didn't exactly live in the area when she was born or even grew up. Her parents moved to the city earlier in the year due to her father getting a new, well-paying job. She lost all of her old friends, and it was by pure chance that she ended up at the boarding school itself. She didn't know why, but as her parents were busy looking for a school to enroll Stormy into, the headmistress of Arcadia came a knocking. A talk, and a test, later and she was enrolled.

She was quick to find her group of friends who later became her bandmates. It was during one of these shows that she discovered she had more than a simple talent for music, as she noticed the crowd that was there started to cheer louder, harder than ever before. It was later, her in the band room practicing for her next set when they fully manifested in more than just a coincidental fashion: She almost blew a hole into another instrument. She could see the vibrations in the air, feel it in her bones. And then she found out what Arcadia was actually for. And it was this same incident (and the fact she was skipping class to play) that landed her in detention in the first place.

Here to cause mischief~♥
_{Had a chat and decided to change things up a bit.}