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Latia Bell-Hudley
My first name is Latia, which means "joy" in Latin. Everyone calls me Tia, for short. Well, everyone except for my mom. She always tells me how she knew that she had to name me Latia right after she pushed me out and they placed me on her chest. She said that I didn't cry at all, but smiled up at her instead. I was her bundle of joy. I didn't start crying until after I'd been cleaned and wrapped up, right when my dad tried to hold me in his arms. That was when I raised hell.

23 years old
I was born on January fourth, right in the middle of a huge snow storm. My mom says that maybe that's why I like the cold so much. I do think I look my age, but that doesn't stop me from getting carded whenever I go the bar.

Chicago, Illinois
I was born and raised in Chicago. So before you ask, yes, I'm a Bulls fan. I grew up in Englewood, which is a pretty fucked up neigborhood, if I do say so myself. The only good things that have ever come out of that place are Chief Keef and D Rose. Anyway, I lived there for most of my life, until I moved to Washington, D.C for college. After I graduated, I just sort of stuck around in D.C. But, as I always say, you can take the girl out of Chicago, but you can't take the Chicago out of the girl.

Honestly? I have no clue how to describe myself. I'm just a regular girl from Chicago with a head full of dreams and the determination to make them come true. My friends would probably paint me to be a stressed-out workaholic, but I don't necessarily think so. I mean, hanging around at clubs until three in the morning and doing whatever they deem as "fun" isn't going to get me to where I want to be in life. Success doesn't come easy, so I'm going to work for it.

I haven't had real "hobbies" since my school days. I was never that teenager who was involved in a bunch of clubs. I did used to play electric guitar in high school and my first couple of years of college, though. I was in a little punk rock band as lead singer, too. We called ourselves Pariah since we were sort of outcasts. I mean, we were a bunch of black kids from the hood who blasted rock music instead of the hot new Nas album. Anyway, we had dreams of becoming famous one day and touring the world until we had internal issues and went our separate ways. At that point, I just sort of focused more on getting an education and taking the right steps towards becoming a social worker. When I do have free time, it's usually spent writing shitty songs, studying, or reading whatever book I picked up from the library. Right now I'm reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X.

Bisexual
Well, I've only had two real relationships in my life. Both of these relationships were short-lived, probably because I didn't give them enough of my time. I'm not much into the whole dating thing anymore, anyway. I'm an independent woman; I don't need a man or woman to complete me, you know?

Growing up, I've always had this silly dream of becoming a rock star. I wanted my face to be on billboards all over the world and my music to reach millions, you know? I still sing and play often, but now that I'm a grown ass adult with bills to pay I have to think a bit more realistically. So I'm now working my way through college with the ultimate goal of becoming a social worker. I've already got my bachelor's degree, and I'm a caseworker. Once I get my Master of Social Work degree, I'll hopefully be able to get an administrative position. Once I get a good job with a steady income, I'll probably buy a nicer apartment. Maybe even get a dog or two.

I'm obviously in it for the money, just like ninety-five percent of everyone else. I mean, come on! I'm trying to get my Master's degree, and you all know that college is expensive as fuck. These student loans aren't going to pay themselves, no matter how hard I wish for it. Maybe this will also give me a bit of exposure, though. You know, as an artist?

I have a peanut allergy, so please try not to kill me. I have a pet gerbil named Rumi, and we're best buds. I listen to music as often as I can, usually everyday and mostly Rock or R&B. I'd rather read the book than see the movie. I have Green Day and Nickelback posters all over my apartment. Dr. Pepper is disgusting.

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Zacari

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Zacari Augustine
My name is Zacari Jo'Vaughn Augustine, pronounced Zuh-Car-ee. I’m not sure what language the name derives from, but I do think that it’s pretty unique. My mother named me after her grandfather. She’s the only person who calls me by my full name; everyone else either calls me Joey, which comes from my middle name, or Zac.

27 years old
I was born in November, so I actually just turned twenty-seven not too long ago. Some people tell me that I look a lot younger than what I actually am, but all I have to say to that is “black doesn’t crack.” Hopefully, I’ll still look thirty even when I’m in my late sixties.

Richmond, Virginia
I was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia. I grew up around the Jackson Ward and Church Hill neighborhoods, so I’m a city boy at heart. I would say that my neighborhood was extremely dangerous and violent growing up; we’ve always had a problem with gangs, drugs, and gun violence. Although conditions around here have improved over the years, it’s mostly due to gentrification.

I have no idea where to begin, honestly. I could tell you how I view myself, but that wouldn't answer how my friends and everyone around me perceives me. In my opinion, I'm just an average dude from the city with an affinity for writing and a whole lot of shit to write about. I am a simple, independent, ambitious and reliable person. I'm always true to myself, I sort of know what I want from life, and I try to live each day positively and accept things with a positive attitude. I don't like to dwell on the past, but focus on what the future has to offer instead. I guess that's why I've never made many close friends or long-lasting girlfriends. I'm always thinking ahead, always moving. Constantly.

Although I tend to focus most of my time on my work, I do have a few things that I do in my free time. I’m always working out when I have the chance, so I’ll usually spend a few days of the week working out in the gym. I’m also a coach for a recreational football team in my city; we’ve won the championships three years in a row, and we’re shooting for a fourth this year. I’m very committed and dedicated to those kids; the league in itself was designed to keep at-risk kids off the streets and focused on their goals, something that I wish I had when I was around their ages. When I’m not in the gym or on the football field, I’m in my room or office writing. From poetry to short stories, it feels good to be able to put all of my thoughts down on paper in a creative way.

Heterosexual
I’ve been in multiple relationships since high school, but none of them lasted long enough for me to really care that they ended. I think my longest relationship lasted for a year before I broke it off. In the past, I’ve spent a lot of my time focusing on my career and not enough time developing relationships. It's definitely something that I want to change, but it will be a process. At the end of the day, I just want a girl who I can vibe with and be myself around.

Well, the ultimate goal for me has always been to become a well renowned novelist. I've been writing since I was in middle school. I wasn't the most outspoken kid growing up. Writing, for me, was a way for me to speak my mind. It eventually turned into more than just a way to clear my head; I began participating in poetry slams and book clubs during my high school years. Writing helped me break out of my shell. It's definitely something that I can picture myself doing professionally for the rest of my life. For now, however, I am working as a sports journalist.

There are a lot of reasons why I decided to go through with this thing. I’m mostly in it for the money, just like everyone else probably is. I’m up to my neck in debt thanks to student loans, so it’d be nice to be able to pay some of that off. I’m thinking about moving into a better apartment, as well, so that will help with that as well. I also think it would be good for me to take a little vacation and explore the world, get away from work for a little while. A small piece of me, however, is also in it for the romance.

I have a Pit Bull, but she's staying with my little sister while I'm away. I love poetry, and some of my idols include Langston Hughes, James Baldwin, and Margaret Walker. I also love music, rap especially; pure rhythm and poetry. I'm allergic to raspberries, but the reaction isn't severe. I can drink my weight in beer.

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Kendrick Sampson ● #625C46

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write and become the greatest or become a statistic / you either hold the knife or hold the wound, I'm tryna live

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Latia Bell-Hudley
My first name is Latia, which means "joy" in Latin. Everyone calls me Tia, for short. Well, everyone except for my mom. She always tells me how she knew that she had to name me Latia right after she pushed me out and they placed me on her chest. She said that I didn't cry at all, but smiled up at her instead. I was her bundle of joy. I didn't start crying until after I'd been cleaned and wrapped up, right when my dad tried to hold me in his arms. That was when I raised hell.

23 years old
I was born on January fourth, right in the middle of a huge snow storm. My mom says that maybe that's why I like the cold so much. I do think I look my age, but that doesn't stop me from getting carded whenever I go the bar.

Chicago, Illinois
I was born and raised in Chicago. So before you ask, yes, I'm a Bulls fan. I grew up in Englewood, which is a pretty fucked up neigborhood, if I do say so myself. The only good things that have ever come out of that place are Chief Keef and D Rose. Anyway, I lived there for most of my life, until I moved to Washington, D.C for college. After I graduated, I just sort of stuck around in D.C. But, as I always say, you can take the girl out of Chicago, but you can't take the Chicago out of the girl.

Honestly? I have no clue how to describe myself. I'm just a regular girl from Chicago with a head full of dreams and the determination to make them come true. My friends would probably paint me to be a stressed-out workaholic, but I don't necessarily think so. I mean, hanging around at clubs until three in the morning and doing whatever they deem as "fun" isn't going to get me to where I want to be in life. Success doesn't come easy, so I'm going to work for it.

I haven't had real "hobbies" since my school days. I was never that teenager who was involved in a bunch of clubs. I did used to play electric guitar in high school and my first couple of years of college, though. I was in a little punk rock band as lead singer, too. We called ourselves Pariah since we were sort of outcasts. I mean, we were a bunch of black kids from the hood who blasted rock music instead of the hot new Nas album. Anyway, we had dreams of becoming famous one day and touring the world until we had internal issues and went our separate ways. At that point, I just sort of focused more on getting an education and taking the right steps towards becoming a social worker. When I do have free time, it's usually spent writing shitty songs, studying, or reading whatever book I picked up from the library. Right now I'm reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X.

Bisexual
Well, I've only had two real relationships in my life. Both of these relationships were short-lived, probably because I didn't give them enough of my time. I'm not much into the whole dating thing anymore, anyway. I'm an independent woman; I don't need a man or woman to complete me, you know?

Growing up, I've always had this silly dream of becoming a rock star. I wanted my face to be on billboards all over the world and my music to reach millions, you know? I still sing and play often, but now that I'm a grown ass adult with bills to pay I have to think a bit more realistically. So I'm now working my way through college with the ultimate goal of becoming a social worker. I've already got my bachelor's degree, and I'm a caseworker. Once I get my Master of Social Work degree, I'll hopefully be able to get an administrative position. Once I get a good job with a steady income, I'll probably buy a nicer apartment. Maybe even get a dog or two.

I'm obviously in it for the money, just like ninety-five percent of everyone else. I mean, come on! I'm trying to get my Master's degree, and you all know that college is expensive as fuck. These student loans aren't going to pay themselves, no matter how hard I wish for it. Maybe this will also give me a bit of exposure, though. You know, as an artist?

I have a peanut allergy, so please try not to kill me. I have a pet gerbil named Rumi, and we're best buds. I listen to music as often as I can, usually everyday and mostly Rock or R&B. I'd rather read the book than see the movie. I have Green Day and Nickelback posters all over my apartment. Dr. Pepper is disgusting.

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Zoe Kravitz ● #62A7CF

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i just wanna live / why are we always stuck and running from the bullets

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Zacari Augustine
My name is Zacari Jo'Vaughn Augustine, pronounced Zuh-Car-ee. I’m not sure what language the name derives from, but I do think that it’s pretty unique. My mother named me after her grandfather. She’s the only person who calls me by my full name; everyone else either calls me Joey, which comes from my middle name, or Zac.

27 years old
I was born in November, so I actually just turned twenty-seven not too long ago. Some people tell me that I look a lot younger than what I actually am, but all I have to say to that is “black doesn’t crack.” Hopefully, I’ll still look thirty even when I’m in my late sixties.

Richmond, Virginia
I was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia. I grew up around the Jackson Ward and Church Hill neighborhoods, so I’m a city boy at heart. I would say that my neighborhood was extremely dangerous and violent growing up; we’ve always had a problem with gangs, drugs, and gun violence. Although conditions around here have improved over the years, it’s mostly due to gentrification.

I have no idea where to begin, honestly. I could tell you how I view myself, but that wouldn't answer how my friends and everyone around me perceives me. In my opinion, I'm just an average dude from the city with an affinity for writing and a whole lot of shit to write about. I am a simple, independent, ambitious and reliable person. I'm always true to myself, I sort of know what I want from life, and I try to live each day positively and accept things with a positive attitude. I don't like to dwell on the past, but focus on what the future has to offer instead. I guess that's why I've never made many close friends or long-lasting girlfriends. I'm always thinking ahead, always moving. Constantly.

Although I tend to focus most of my time on my work, I do have a few things that I do in my free time. I’m always working out when I have the chance, so I’ll usually spend a few days of the week working out in the gym. I’m also a coach for a recreational football team in my city; we’ve won the championships three years in a row, and we’re shooting for a fourth this year. I’m very committed and dedicated to those kids; the league in itself was designed to keep at-risk kids off the streets and focused on their goals, something that I wish I had when I was around their ages. When I’m not in the gym or on the football field, I’m in my room or office writing. From poetry to short stories, it feels good to be able to put all of my thoughts down on paper in a creative way.

Heterosexual
I’ve been in multiple relationships since high school, but none of them lasted long enough for me to really care that they ended. I think my longest relationship lasted for a year before I broke it off. In the past, I’ve spent a lot of my time focusing on my career and not enough time developing relationships. It's definitely something that I want to change, but it will be a process. At the end of the day, I just want a girl who I can vibe with and be myself around.

Well, the ultimate goal for me has always been to become a well renowned novelist. I've been writing since I was in middle school. I wasn't the most outspoken kid growing up. Writing, for me, was a way for me to speak my mind. It eventually turned into more than just a way to clear my head; I began participating in poetry slams and book clubs during my high school years. Writing helped me break out of my shell. It's definitely something that I can picture myself doing professionally for the rest of my life. For now, however, I am working as a sports journalist.

There are a lot of reasons why I decided to go through with this thing. I’m mostly in it for the money, just like everyone else probably is. I’m up to my neck in debt thanks to student loans, so it’d be nice to be able to pay some of that off. I’m thinking about moving into a better apartment, as well, so that will help with that as well. I also think it would be good for me to take a little vacation and explore the world, get away from work for a little while. A small piece of me, however, is also in it for the romance.

I have a Pit Bull, but she's staying with my little sister while I'm away. I love poetry, and some of my idols include Langston Hughes, James Baldwin, and Margaret Walker. I also love music, rap especially; pure rhythm and poetry. I'm allergic to raspberries, but the reaction isn't severe. I can drink my weight in beer.

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Kendrick Sampson ● #625C46

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write and become the greatest or become a statistic / you either hold the knife or hold the wound, I'm tryna live

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Zacari Augustine
My name is Zacari Jo'Vaughn Augustine, pronounced Zuh-Car-ee. I’m not sure what language the name derives from, but I do think that it’s pretty unique. My mother named me after her grandfather. She’s the only person who calls me by my full name; everyone else either calls me Joey, which comes from my middle name, or Zac.

27 years old
I was born in November, so I actually just turned twenty-seven not too long ago. Some people tell me that I look a lot younger than what I actually am, but all I have to say to that is “black doesn’t crack.” Hopefully, I’ll still look thirty even when I’m in my late sixties.

Richmond, Virginia
I was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia. I grew up around the Jackson Ward and Church Hill neighborhoods, so I’m a city boy at heart. I would say that my neighborhood was extremely dangerous and violent growing up; we’ve always had a problem with gangs, drugs, and gun violence. Although conditions around here have improved over the years, it’s mostly due to gentrification.

I have no idea where to begin, honestly. I could tell you how I view myself, but that wouldn't answer how my friends and everyone around me perceives me. In my opinion, I'm just an average dude from the city with an affinity for writing and a whole lot of shit to write about. I am a simple, independent, ambitious and reliable person. I'm always true to myself, I sort of know what I want from life, and I try to live each day positively and accept things with a positive attitude. I don't like to dwell on the past, but focus on what the future has to offer instead. I guess that's why I've never made many close friends or long-lasting girlfriends. I'm always thinking ahead, always moving. Constantly.

Although I tend to focus most of my time on my work, I do have a few things that I do in my free time. I’m always working out when I have the chance, so I’ll usually spend a few days of the week working out in the gym. I’m also a coach for a recreational football team in my city; we’ve won the championships three years in a row, and we’re shooting for a fourth this year. I’m very committed and dedicated to those kids; the league in itself was designed to keep at-risk kids off the streets and focused on their goals, something that I wish I had when I was around their ages. When I’m not in the gym or on the football field, I’m in my room or office writing. From poetry to short stories, it feels good to be able to put all of my thoughts down on paper in a creative way.

Heterosexual
I’ve been in multiple relationships since high school, but none of them lasted long enough for me to really care that they ended. I think my longest relationship lasted for a year before I broke it off. In the past, I’ve spent a lot of my time focusing on my career and not enough time developing relationships. It's definitely something that I want to change, but it will be a process. At the end of the day, I just want a girl who I can vibe with and be myself around.

Well, the ultimate goal for me has always been to become a well renowned novelist. I've been writing since I was in middle school. I wasn't the most outspoken kid growing up. Writing, for me, was a way for me to speak my mind. It eventually turned into more than just a way to clear my head; I began participating in poetry slams and book clubs during my high school years. Writing helped me break out of my shell. It's definitely something that I can picture myself doing professionally for the rest of my life. For now, however, I am working as a sports journalist.

There are a lot of reasons why I decided to go through with this thing. I’m mostly in it for the money, just like everyone else probably is. I’m up to my neck in debt thanks to student loans, so it’d be nice to be able to pay some of that off. I’m thinking about moving into a better apartment, as well, so that will help with that as well. I also think it would be good for me to take a little vacation and explore the world, get away from work for a little while. A small piece of me, however, is also in it for the romance.

I have a Pit Bull, but she's staying with my little sister while I'm away. I love poetry, and some of my idols include Langston Hughes, James Baldwin, and Margaret Walker. I also love music, rap especially; pure rhythm and poetry. I'm allergic to raspberries, but the reaction isn't severe. I can drink my weight in beer.

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Kendrick Sampson ● #625C46

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write and become the greatest or become a statistic / you either hold the knife or hold the wound, I'm tryna live

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Wow, glad to see that so many people are interested! I'll have an OOC up sometime this week!

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How It Began

"I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens."

― Woody Allen

SOMETIMES I WISH THAT I WERE THE SPERM CELL THAT LOST, that instead of me swimming to my mother's egg and coming in first place, I would have decided to lag behind a bit or, better yet, turned around and swam in a completely different direction. Because, when it came down to it, I'd much rather still be swimming around in my father's ball sack than sitting in Mrs. Marshall's math SAT preparation course.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and Patricia Marshall stood at the very front of the classroom with her back to the class and her hand moving furiously; she was scribbling formulas on the board with a bright green dry-erase marker. The color was so light and the numbers were so small and slanted that I had to squint in order to read it, even though I probably had the best vision out of everyone in the class. Mrs. Marshall either didn't care or didn't notice, because once she finished writing, she capped the marker and went back to her desk to continue reading her book.

Mrs. Marshall didn't teach, as she'd told us on the very first day of school. She told us that she would simply "refresh our memories" about things that we should have already been taught. Her idea of refreshing our memories, however, was writing down a bunch of formulas and giving us worksheets to complete while she read a new book or finished a crossword puzzle. What pissed me off more than anything, though, was the fact that I genuinely needed to improve my math skills so that I could do better on my next SAT, and this class wasn't helping in the slightest.

"Cameron. What the hell does that even say?" Zoya whispered from the seat next to me, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. Zoya was a girl that I'd known since the year before, in our Junior year, but didn't get to know until I walked into Mrs. Marshall's class on the first day and realized that she was the only person in the class that I recognized. We definitely weren't the best of friends; she had a slight Jamaican accent that sometimes made it hard to understand everything she said and, more often than not, smelled strongly of a weird mixture of fried plantains and castor oil, but she was friendly. I'd rather have someone to vent to about our teacher than keep it all bottled up until the next period.

"Girl, I don't even remember how to do this shit," I said with a roll of my eyes, "we haven't done this since the eighth grade." The worksheet that lay on my desk had been untouched; I hadn't even written my name at the top, yet. I knew it would probably stay that way until tomorrow night when I would write down a bunch of nonsense and turn it in the following morning for a completion grade. "I don't see how any of this will ever be useful in real life."

"Whatever, I'm just not gonna do it," Zoya said, throwing her pencil down on her desk. I wasn't surprised because Zoya never did her work for any of her classes. Just the other day she'd showed me her grades from her last report card, and I was amazed that she'd even made it to her senior year. "My teachers just get tired of seeing me in their class," she told me, "so they give me a D and move on."

A few more minutes went by before the bell rang, signaling the beginning of B lunch, and all thirteen of us ran out of the door as soon as we could. Zoya and I headed in the opposite direction of the wave of students; we took the long way to the lunchroom so that we could stop at the bathroom on the way. As we walked, Zoya rambled on and on about the homecoming dance that was in a couple of weeks, and I pretended to listen. High school dances weren't really my thing, and Zoya knew it. That didn't stop her from asking for the hundredth time whether or not I was going. I told her that I wasn't and she ask me who I'd voted for homecoming queen.

"Mandy," I said automatically, "Miranda Shifflett." We'd been in the same English classes ever since ninth grade.

"She's guaranteed to win," Zoya said as she dried her hands. "I mean, she's won homecoming princess three times in a row. Why not make it a fourth?" As Zoya spoke, she rolled her eyes and shot her balled up paper towel towards the garbage can, keeping her arms held high in the air, her left wrist bent. The paper towel bounced off the side of the trash can and dropped to the floor, rolling back towards one of the closed bathroom stalls. Zoya just shrugged and headed for the door. She stopped and turned around when I let out a cough.

"What? That's what we have janitors for. They'll pick it up," she said.

"That's really fucking trifling, and you know it," I said with a shake of my head. Instead of arguing with her some more, I got down onto my knees and reached under the stall door for the paper towel. "We're always complaining about how nasty these bathrooms are when we're the ones that are making it this way." I opened my mouth to say more, but froze in place once my fingers touched something odd, something warm and sticky. My hand found the paper towel and pulled it from under the stall. My eyes widened and my nose crinkled in disgust when I was that my fingertips were now covered in blood. I leaned down even further, straining to see all the way inside. My heartbeat quickened as I continued to lean, and probably stopped completely when I saw her.

"Come on, Cammy. What the hell are you looking at? We're gonna miss our lunch period," Zoya said impatiently, but I wasn't really listening to her. My eyes were focused on another pair of deep brown, glazed-over eyes.

She was laying in a weird position: her leg was bent under her body in a way that it definitely wasn't normal, her torso was facing the wall, her head was turned in my direction, and blood was pooled around her head. Her chest was barely moving, like how it's supposed to when you breathe. Was she dead? "Cammy!" Zoya exclaimed once more, and I continued to block her out. All I could do was stare.

"It's Miranda," I said hesitantly, my eyes still locked on hers. "Miranda Shifflett," I said, finally tearing my eyes away from her still body and staring at Zoya incredulously. "I think she's dead."

The girl rushed back in my direction, shoving me out of the way before pushing the stall door wide open. I didn't realize that I had started screaming until a teacher came hurrying inside.

You're a high school student attending a fairly large high school in New York City. You have your own life and your own story, just like everyone else. Maybe you're the popular girl who pretends to have it all, but lives in a trailer park with her abusive father. Maybe you're the loner who has big dreams but little motivation. Or maybe you're the stoner who has repeated their Junior year for the second time and couldn't care less what the future has in store for them. You are your own person, and your entire world is about to be flipped upside down. Everything for you and everyone around you changes when two girls find the half-dead, bloody body of Homecoming Queen Miranda Shifflett in the school bathroom.

One by one, people from your city meet an untimely death, the cause of death for each of them presumed to be some sort of deadly virus. The people begin to freak out almost immediately; parents begin withdrawing their children from school and moving across the country, local business owners pack up and do the same, all while scientists and doctors work day and night to find a cure for the virus. After the virus finally runs its course through the town, the total number of deaths is calculated to be a whopping four hundred thirty-two citizens. Some, however, were lucky enough to survive, a special group of students included. You were one of them.

Basically, we'll be playing a group of teenagers who live in this city and, after they've gotten over the virus, find out that they have extraordinary gifts. What they decide to do with these special gifts are completely up to them. Maybe your character will become the next Black Lightning and use their abilities to fight crime, or maybe they will embrace their inner criminal and use their powers to cause mischief. Perhaps your character will keep everything on the down-low and continue to act as if everything is normal. It's all up to you.