Meridian

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

@Dirty Pretty Lies Uhhhh I have no idea how to refer to time zones, is that bad? XD but I'm four hours ahead of New York and in the same time zone as the UK, if that's any help.

From Goblins to Gods

Wake up.

One eye blinked open, then shut again. So much... Light. Tamarin stretched and groaned, then shut his mouth abruptly. What was that? From his mouth. A weird, guttural sound. He did it again, rolling onto his stomach as he did so. Was this himself? A thing that groaned and rolled, surrounded by a very bright light. He rocked back onto his back, opening his eyes again. He kept them open until the light didn't seem so bright any more, then he started to notice things. Bright blue sky above him. What was sky? Could he get there? Tall green foliage surrounding the sky. Maybe he could eat the plants with his mouth. That sounded like it would work.

With a slowness that betrayed the unfamiliarity Tamarin had with his body, he sat up and let out another sound. This one sounded more surprised, and it was because of the weird creatures that surrounded him. Short, ugly, green creatures. Goblins. He looked down at himself and saw the same green on his arms and legs. He was a goblin, too. Slowly, painstakingly, he got to his feet. Then his mouth began to work as he made his first coherent sentence. "I... am... T- Tam- Tamarin." He said it again. "I am Tamarin." He liked the sound although his voice wasn't very pleasant. Excited, he ran- walked very quickly and unsteadily- to the other goblins, repeating the sentence again and again excitedly.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant clapped for Jareth and Delilah along with everyone else, happy that his friend had gotten his girlfriend back. Sure, Delilah was a drama queen, but she made the dumbass happy and he figured that was what mattered anyway. He turned back and headed into the crowd, looking for Adelisa. He hadn't seen her the entire party and was hoping they could talk some more and figure things out. As much as he'd liked the blonde, all he'd thought was how she couldn't compare to Addie, and the who,e complicated business was killing him. It took a while to navigate the crowd and get away from people without seeming rude, and after a while of not finding her he walked over to the bar as a last result. Not to mention he needed a little drink.

He stopped as he saw a couple kissing at the bar, almost backing away. He hated going near couples like that, it was always weird and awkward. But then he stopped, looking at them closely. Adelisa and... Hunter. What? Grant didn't react. He was furious at Hunter, and disappointed in Adelisa, but he figured she didn't want someone as straightlaced as himself. His hands balled into fists, he considered going over to beat up his 'best friend' when lots of things happened at once. Amelia, having seen them too, stormed off. He could empathize, and considered going after her instead, but then Delilah followed her. Jared was left with the two of them, and it wasn't long before Hunter had grabbed Jared's keys and gone off. Grant scowled. He was clearly drunk, and trust him to make a series of bad decisions one after the other. It wasn't long before it was just Grant left at the party, but he didn't feel like partying or going home with anyone.

He just wanted to go home. Not home to their goddamn condo he shared with Hunter and with Amelia right across the goddamn hall. He wanted to go home, where he could focus on his career like he fucking should have instead of wasting his time and money on a stupid vacation. He walked back to their condo to see Jared sitting in the middle of their condos. He stopped and looked at him. "Well, you look upset. Did your ex make out with your best friend too?" He asked, almost sarcastically. What wouldn't he give for a shot right now.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Oh my gosh guys I can't believe I missed all that I'm going to kill you allll XD

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Me too, I'm dying of anticipation here

~✶Our Brightest Stars✶~ ~Always Open!~

Mal Carver

Mal hadn't slept for at least two days now. The boy had locked himself up in his room with a mountain energy drinks and Doritos, scared to fall asleep in case he forgot what he was working on. It had happened before. Although Mal's Gift meant he could build any machine he saw, once in a while he had a flash of inspiration for a completely new device, seeing all the plans for it in his head. If he fell asleep now, he'd forget crucial details and that would be a project halted for months until he had that flash of insight again. The plan that was in his head right now for a working hoverboard was a glorious one, and he was currently halfway through getting the plans onto the laptop he'd specialized. He typed, clicked and dragged furiously, getting all the specs down and writing additional notes on the tablet beside him. He'd noticed that most of the problems with existing prototypes was getting a power source that could generate enough energy to keep a board and rider in the air as well as getting them to move fast enough to be useful. Well, he was pretty sure he'd fixed that problem. It would take a few days to build-

"Malachi Carver!" His mother knocked on the door pretty loudly, interrupting his flow of thought. He didn't respond, which would just distract him more, but he kept typing. He was almost done with the plan, and it was going to be perfect. a Meanwhile, his mom stood impatiently outside the door, debating whether or not sh should knock again. She knew Mal liked his space when he had ideas, and he would be furious with her if she made him lose track of this one, but they'd been having a very serious conversation when he'd suddenly spaced out, clapped his hands in excitement, jumped up and ran to his room where he had all the things he needed to work- darkness, junk food, and all his computers. She tapped her foot impatiently, heaving a sigh of exasperation. This was what she got for having a Gifted child.

Mal exited his room a couple of hours later, giving a yelp as he walked into the bright corridor. "Argh, the light! It burns." He said melodramatically, shielding his eyes and squinting until he adjusted. "Mom! I'm done, what is it?" He shouted, walking down the minimalistic stairs of their minimalist house. The design was spacious and future-y, just like every other residence in the area. Mal liked it. He saw math in all the designs of the house, and it made sense. His mother was sitting in her favourite couch with her laptop and a coffee by her side, looking busy. She looked up when she heard Mal's voice. "Goodness, sweetheart, you look awful. I take it you got your plans down?" She asked fondly.

He nodded, sitting down next to her. "Yep, and I got a list of things you and dad need to try and get." He answered, handing her a sheet of paper. She looked at it and nodded. "I don't know what half these things are, but we'll see," she said doubtfully. "And you need to shower, you stink and you're getting orange crumbs all over the couch. And the couch is cream! You'll leave a stain. Go and get clean, then we can talk after." Mal rolled his eyes, but he got up anyway.

He returned a few minutes later in a fresh set of clothes, tool belt round his waist as always. "You wanted to talk to me?" He asked, sitting by her again.
She nodded. "Military contracts. How do you feel about that?"

Malachi frowned. This again. His parents were taken with the idea of him working with the U.S. military on new combatant technology. He could do it, he had no doubt. He knew how most of their machines worked and had already figured out how to improve a lot of them, but he didn't think it was a good idea. He wasn't sure if anyone official knew about his skills, but he preferred to keep it that way. Every single movie ever told him that letting the government near a person with skills, a mutant, a freak, whatever was bound to lead to painful experiments. He preferred his life as it was now, making robots that he tested in their spacious backyard garden and now, his hover board. No organizations for him.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

@Silent Observer Not unless one of them has to do the making out xD

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

"Well, if you want to get rid of me that badly..." Grant teased, leaning in and giving her a brief hug. "Sleep well, Addie." He said once at the door, turning back and looking at her tenderly. He walked out and closed the door carefully behind him. Once in his room, he let out a whoop and headed to shower. They'd fixed things. They weren't going out, but they'd resolved a little bit. And that was a good start. He'd made her laugh, and that was even better. Grant climbed into bed feeling more at peace than he had in a while. The vacation had been a good idea after all. He'd have to thank Hunter for suggesting it.

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Grant spent most of the day at the beach, alternating between swimming and chatting with the girls who approached him. He didn't have much interest in them, his thoughts happily occupied with hopes of restoring things with Adelisa, but he enjoyed their company anyway. He flirted with them lightly, complimented them, made them laugh with all his normal charisma. He went back to the condo for a shower before the party, dressing in a plain white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue shorts and flip flops. He and the guys headed back to the beach, but by the time they arrived the party was already in full swing. Jareth had his guitar slung over his back, and Grant had an idea of what he was going to do, so he slipped away into the crowd and mingled easily with the crowd. All the while he kept an eye out for Addie.

Grant tried not to drink especially in public where he could easily screw up his reputation, so he contented himself with one shot of vodka to loosen up and quickly found himself dancing with a pretty blonde girl. As they danced, he couldn't help but think that she seemed so... varsity and preppy. No tattoos or piercings that he could see, her long curly hair and bright blue eyes... She'd probably complement him just right, and he could see himself going places with her that he'd never taken Addie, possibly even to meet potential employers. But as nice as the girl was, he couldn't see them doing any of the crazy things Addie had made him do, like playing pretending to be British nobility to get into an exclusive restaurant or even just going on the worst rides at a theme park over and over again. The question was, which was more important to him?

The heavy thoughts meant he was distracted, so he stopped dancing with her after a while, getting her name and number before moving away. Hearing the sound of Jareth's guitar over the party music, he moved towards the source of it and found his friend surrounded by a crowd of people listening to him. He spotted Delilah standing at the front of the crowd, listening with a look of rapture on her face and nodded. Jareth hadn't been kidding about his singing skills getting him girls, even the ones who soaked him with martinis.

From Goblins to Gods

Name: Tamarin

Gender: Genderfluid Transabled Apocalyptic Disaster-Kin, but Male for all official purposes.

Appearance Distinguishing feature- a shock of red hair on his head. Has the consistency of troll doll hair.

Personality: Tamarin is curious to his own detriment. He has to investigate absolutely anything that crosses his path, and asks a question for virtually every breath he takes. He's adventurous, and loves anything unfamiliar to him. This constant state of wonder means he never considers other things, like 'Am I being rude?' or 'should I not have pelted that hut with fruit?'. He does things just to see what will happen and has no time to consider the feelings of others. He's very fidgety and hyper, and learns new skills quickly. At his core, he's neither well meaning nor ill meaning, he just wants to know more.

Past Life History: Tamarin was in his last year of middle school, and sang every year for the talent and variety shows. He always placed first or second.

Skill: An affinity for singing. He's very good right now, and is only going to get better from here. This doesn't translate to his regular goblin voice, which is rather high and unpleasant to the ears, but he can sing.

Other: N/A

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Zephyr

Zephyr was bored beyond belief. His fight hadn't taken that long, and he'd recuperated enough for the three on three fights. His eyes drifted across the room before settling on Leval and the new vampire girl a few feet away from him, immersed in conversation. He picked up short snatches of the conversation, dull and flowery language he couldn't believe anyone still used. Nodah had filled up Zephyr's opening for people who talked like ancient royalty, and he found the idea that it was so common exasperating. Leval and the girl seemed to be hitting it off and getting along just fine, and Zephyr decided it was time to amuse himself a little bit. He considered going ver to them, but decided his other course of action would be better. "Just kiss her already, Leval!" He hollered, cupping his hands around his lips to carry the sound and mentioning the illusionist's name to make sure he noticed. He sat back again with a satisfied smirk, watching them.