Rylan smiled and took a seat. The question she knew would be posed had come up, "My name's is Rylan. What do you think I'm here for? Traffinc violation? Petty theft? I think I'd rather hear about what people thought I did than what I actually did. I mean, it's such old news."
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Cassandra nodded, "Thanks, Eli. I'll be in the chemistry lab again if you need me."
She turned and headed towards the entry to the school, looking back over her shoulder one last time before she entered the door. Maybe she'd see them again, but it wouldn't bring joy to her like it used to; it'd bring fear, anger, and probably a sense of closure. Maybe she'd be able to get over the fact that they were truly gone if she saw them in their undead state. She wiped at her eyes, which burnt with the phantom sensation of tears. She knew she couldn't cry anymore about it.
Finally, after being left alone with her thoughts on the walk to the classroom, she opened the chemistry room door. She began plucking at aloe leaves in the pots at the windows. She filled vials with water and what burn cream she had managed to salvage from the nurse's station in the beginning. Supplies were running dangerously low. She thought of Alcatraz and she tried chemical components to make something to heal wounds. She'd heard someone say something about it once and she hoped they could make the trek and find some sort of salvation. Her thoughts were not of herself anymore, but of the others who had a possibility at a happy life. She worked as she quietly hummed Brahm's Lullaby to herself and tried her hardest not to not let her thoughts revert to what was not there anymore.
She turned and headed towards the entry to the school, looking back over her shoulder one last time before she entered the door. Maybe she'd see them again, but it wouldn't bring joy to her like it used to; it'd bring fear, anger, and probably a sense of closure. Maybe she'd be able to get over the fact that they were truly gone if she saw them in their undead state. She wiped at her eyes, which burnt with the phantom sensation of tears. She knew she couldn't cry anymore about it.
Finally, after being left alone with her thoughts on the walk to the classroom, she opened the chemistry room door. She began plucking at aloe leaves in the pots at the windows. She filled vials with water and what burn cream she had managed to salvage from the nurse's station in the beginning. Supplies were running dangerously low. She thought of Alcatraz and she tried chemical components to make something to heal wounds. She'd heard someone say something about it once and she hoped they could make the trek and find some sort of salvation. Her thoughts were not of herself anymore, but of the others who had a possibility at a happy life. She worked as she quietly hummed Brahm's Lullaby to herself and tried her hardest not to not let her thoughts revert to what was not there anymore.
This will be my first casual roleplay, but I'm interested if you're still accepting.
Rigel stepped onto the train, looking for Alexi. His mother had warned him that the Black family was dangerous and sinister and he saw what she could mean when he had first met Alexi, but he had grown used to her, maybe even fond of her. He yawned slightly and gave up finding her as he saw Ben and Olivia. He waved slightly as he started into the compartment. "Do you two mind?" He asked gesturing towards a seat. @Morte Angelis
Rylan sat in her compartment, silently working on her newest firework creation. She was trying out some things George had taught her. With her things was merchandise from the shop that George had told her to sell while at school. There were love potions and fireworks and skiving snackboxes. Most of the store was sitting in her trunk, wrapped in robes. She would make a killing as George had instructed her to double the price and keep half the money. She hummed softly to herself as she worked. In all honesty, she was kind of hoping for company to draw her away from her work. All she'd done all summer was work. She wanted a small break.
Rylan sat in her compartment, silently working on her newest firework creation. She was trying out some things George had taught her. With her things was merchandise from the shop that George had told her to sell while at school. There were love potions and fireworks and skiving snackboxes. Most of the store was sitting in her trunk, wrapped in robes. She would make a killing as George had instructed her to double the price and keep half the money. She hummed softly to herself as she worked. In all honesty, she was kind of hoping for company to draw her away from her work. All she'd done all summer was work. She wanted a small break.
Name: Rylan Amanda Marshall
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Looks:
Blood: Half-blood
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: 10' oak with Veela hair core.
Pet: A pygmy puff, bought at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Other: She has been interning with George Weasley at his shop in Diagon Alley. She is very skilled with making the signature Weasley products particularly fireworks and love potions.
Name: Rigel Orion Black
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Looks:
Blood: Pureblood
House: Slytherin
Wand: 12' Yew with a Phoenix feather core.
Pet: A black owl with starry eyes.
Other: He speaks Parseltounge. He is the child of Regulas Black. He never knew his father as he abandoned them before the news was passed on to Regulas. He is also an unregistered Animagus, a black dog, like the uncle he never knew. His mother has discouraged him from becoming close with those in the Black family.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Looks:
Blood: Half-blood
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: 10' oak with Veela hair core.
Pet: A pygmy puff, bought at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Other: She has been interning with George Weasley at his shop in Diagon Alley. She is very skilled with making the signature Weasley products particularly fireworks and love potions.
Name: Rigel Orion Black
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Looks:
Blood: Pureblood
House: Slytherin
Wand: 12' Yew with a Phoenix feather core.
Pet: A black owl with starry eyes.
Other: He speaks Parseltounge. He is the child of Regulas Black. He never knew his father as he abandoned them before the news was passed on to Regulas. He is also an unregistered Animagus, a black dog, like the uncle he never knew. His mother has discouraged him from becoming close with those in the Black family.
Seems like it could be fun
Real Name: Rylan Marshall
Alias: Forsaken
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power(s):
-Organ Regrowth
Skill(s):
-Combat (hand-to-hand)
-Combat (Weaponry)
-Acrobatics
-Parkour
Weakness(es):
-Anxiety
-Excessive Damage
Appearance:
Costume: Her costume is very simple. She wears black shorts and a black crop top, as excessive amounts of clothing restrict her. She has her hair tied up in a pony tail. As well as black boots.
Backstory: She was trained by Talia al Ghul. She was born to a mother who was part of an experimental drug, funded by the Wayne Corporation. She has always held a deep seated hatred for the man since her mother died during her birth.
Enemies: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Family/Friends: Talia al Ghul
Crush/Relationship: N/A
Prison Status/Sentence: Sentenced to Life for Terrorism and Murder
Other: Very flirty nature.
Alias: Forsaken
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power(s):
-Organ Regrowth
Skill(s):
-Combat (hand-to-hand)
-Combat (Weaponry)
-Acrobatics
-Parkour
Weakness(es):
-Anxiety
-Excessive Damage
Appearance:
Costume: Her costume is very simple. She wears black shorts and a black crop top, as excessive amounts of clothing restrict her. She has her hair tied up in a pony tail. As well as black boots.
Backstory: She was trained by Talia al Ghul. She was born to a mother who was part of an experimental drug, funded by the Wayne Corporation. She has always held a deep seated hatred for the man since her mother died during her birth.
Enemies: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Family/Friends: Talia al Ghul
Crush/Relationship: N/A
Prison Status/Sentence: Sentenced to Life for Terrorism and Murder
Other: Very flirty nature.
Rylan was escorted quietly into the prison designed by Bruce Wayne himself. She grinned coyly at the younger guard holding one of her arms. He swallowed hard and looked away. "What, sweetie?" she asked softly, "You never seen a woman before?"
The older guard gripped her tighter, "You'll do good to shut your mouth before we send you down to solitary."
"Oooooh! You're so scary," Rylan grinned. "How about you just get me in here already so I can get settled."
They pushed her through the final gate and into general confinement. She stumbled a bit, but quickly regained her balance. Talia would've frowned at her for her flirtation. She could hear Talia now. "Who are you? The clown's girlfriend?" Talia would scoff. Rylan's smile had quickly faded as she walked into the prison. The search had left her feeling demoralized, but that didn't matter to anyone else. She was a terrorist for attempting to blow up the courthouse and murdering some lawyer she didn't know. She wasn't sure why Talia called her to do it instead of doing it herself, but now she knew.
Looking around for the Wayne symbol, she roamed until she noticed two men sitting at a table and two girls at another. Purposely, she avoided the girls and stood close to the table bench. "Mind if I take a seat here?"
The older guard gripped her tighter, "You'll do good to shut your mouth before we send you down to solitary."
"Oooooh! You're so scary," Rylan grinned. "How about you just get me in here already so I can get settled."
They pushed her through the final gate and into general confinement. She stumbled a bit, but quickly regained her balance. Talia would've frowned at her for her flirtation. She could hear Talia now. "Who are you? The clown's girlfriend?" Talia would scoff. Rylan's smile had quickly faded as she walked into the prison. The search had left her feeling demoralized, but that didn't matter to anyone else. She was a terrorist for attempting to blow up the courthouse and murdering some lawyer she didn't know. She wasn't sure why Talia called her to do it instead of doing it herself, but now she knew.
Looking around for the Wayne symbol, she roamed until she noticed two men sitting at a table and two girls at another. Purposely, she avoided the girls and stood close to the table bench. "Mind if I take a seat here?"
Real Name: Rylan Marshall
Alias: Forsaken
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power(s):
-Organ Regrowth
Skill(s):
-Combat (hand-to-hand)
-Combat (Weaponry)
-Acrobatics
-Parkour
Weakness(es):
-Anxiety
-Excessive Damage
Appearance:
Costume: Her costume is very simple. She wears black shorts and a black crop top, as excessive amounts of clothing restrict her. She has he hair tied up in a pony tail. As well as black boots.
Backstory: She was trained by Talia al Ghul. She was born to a mother who was part of an experimental drug, funded by the Wayne Corporation. She has always held a deep seated hatred for the man since her mother died during her birth.
Enemies: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Family/Friends: Talia al Ghul
Crush/Relationship: N/A
Prison Status/Sentence: Sentenced to Life for Terrorism and Murder
Other: Very flirty nature.
Alias: Forsaken
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power(s):
-Organ Regrowth
Skill(s):
-Combat (hand-to-hand)
-Combat (Weaponry)
-Acrobatics
-Parkour
Weakness(es):
-Anxiety
-Excessive Damage
Appearance:
Costume: Her costume is very simple. She wears black shorts and a black crop top, as excessive amounts of clothing restrict her. She has he hair tied up in a pony tail. As well as black boots.
Backstory: She was trained by Talia al Ghul. She was born to a mother who was part of an experimental drug, funded by the Wayne Corporation. She has always held a deep seated hatred for the man since her mother died during her birth.
Enemies: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Family/Friends: Talia al Ghul
Crush/Relationship: N/A
Prison Status/Sentence: Sentenced to Life for Terrorism and Murder
Other: Very flirty nature.
Rebellion rolled his eyes as his mother pulled up to the camp. She had forgotten that it started yesterday.
"Oh, Rebel, I'm so sorry. I know this is important to you and..."
"No, Mom, this is important to Dad. I'm already late, right? I gotta go," as he stepped of the car, she handed him an apple.
"I'm sure you missed breakfast. Eat this."
In the flash of an eye, the apple became a small rubber ball and Rebellion grinned as he bounced it. His mother gave him a disapproving look. He shrugged and walked up to the first door he saw and knocked loudly.
"Oh, Rebel, I'm so sorry. I know this is important to you and..."
"No, Mom, this is important to Dad. I'm already late, right? I gotta go," as he stepped of the car, she handed him an apple.
"I'm sure you missed breakfast. Eat this."
In the flash of an eye, the apple became a small rubber ball and Rebellion grinned as he bounced it. His mother gave him a disapproving look. He shrugged and walked up to the first door he saw and knocked loudly.
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