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Sorry guys, I've been busy! I posted now. c:
The beautiful brunette reluctantly shook his hand. With amusement, he watched his bigger hand envelope her smaller hand. "Terry," She replied. "Um, yeah actually. Did anyone else make stuff fly randomly?"
"Nice name, fair maiden." He replied with a grin. "Is it just Terry, or is that short for something?" He listened to her, then smirked. "Nah, mate. But I did have some weird experiences with water. Does that count?" The younger girl spoke up ,and with that, Sage turned to face her.
He listened to Tia's introduction, then her explanation of the hospital. The story was quite peculiar. How could needles mess up like that? It wasn't normal and it was in fact, abnormal. He shook his head, sighing. "Well," He said as he gazed at the younger girl. "Sorry to hear about your experience at the hospital, but it's nice to meet you." He then added, "When I was in the hospital, the fluids kept either randomly disappearing, or appearing. It was the craziest thing. Sometimes the water would be cold, then it would warm up. It confused the heck out of the doctors. To be frank, it was hilarious, yet freaky."
Just then, the bus stopped, and a man with dark hair, deep set blue eyes, and olive skin, walked onto the bus. Sage stared for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. He couldn't be older than twenty-five or so. Was this an instructor of theirs? As if on cue, the man began to speak.
"Hello. My name is Xander and I'll be an instructor at your new home. You're all five minutes away from Darkwood Academy, a school for special beings. You all have a potentially dangerous ability that sets you apart from the rest of society so we have taken the liberty of bringing you here to learn how to control that ability. Please stay seated and hold any questions until I permit you to do so. Upon arrival, I will explain a few rules and you will head into the building. There you will receive a dorm number, a set of rules and thus be guided to the cafeteria for some breakfast."
Sage eyed Tia and Terry, and he raised an eyebrow. This guy was ripped. He was beginning to wonder what kind of academy they were going to and if all of the instructors were like this. He sighed, leaning back, then waved his hand and said, "Ello, mate."
Just then, the bus doors opened once more, and the sound of gunshots pierced the air. Sage jumped and inhaled sharply, his eyes widening. He glanced around at the buildings, which were precipitated and run down. There was dead grass as well as leaves scattered across the ground. Stop signs were torn off and had been strewn around the neighborhood. There was a series of gunshots, then a piercing silence. He felt his heart jump and wondered who the hell they were picking up. Was it some gangster? He didn't have to wait long, because there was a shadow, and then a silhouette faintly outlined on the bus.
A girl with long, straight auburn hair walked onto the bus, wearing a black tank top with a gold skull, leather black pants, spiky combat books, and fingerless leather gloves. On top of her head was a black beanie, and a black hoodie. She took off the hoodie and shook her head, fixing her beanie which had slid off of her head. Sage saw a bit of lace in the back of her tank top and slits, and that she was wearing gold jewelery. Why it had slits, was beyond him. Her arms were also bulked with muscle, but in this area, it didn't seem out of the ordinary. But she was so little, that it was almost comical. Finally, she looked up and smiled sweetly. "Hi!"
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Willow eyed the students on the bus, then looked up at Xander. She had heard the introduction and hadn't immediately walked onto the bus yet so she hadn't interrupted. "Hi," she greeted friendlily. "How are you?"She ducked underneath his arm. White wings were faintly visibly against her back, but only faintly. She glanced around and looked outside, hearing more gunshots. "The harmonious sound of gunshots," She mumbled with a sigh. Willow sat down, biting her lip. That had to be Rowan's group. As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate. Will took it out and glanced at the ID and shook her head. He would call her now, when she was on the bus with the new students and what appeared to be her instructor. Why could he not take no for a darn answer? She wasn't interested. All she could think was that this wouldn't be a good first impression. Then again, she could be a loner again. She wouldn't mind too much...
Embarrassed, she sat as close to the window as she could and turned her back to the window and hit ignore. The phone went silent, then began to vibrate again. Willow could have groaned. She hit ignore once more and set it to silent and put it back in her pocket. She'd deal with that another time. Willow shut her eyes and kept periodically glancing at Xander, then away. Some murmurs from around her caught her attention.
"Is this girl a thug?" A girl whispered. "She looks like she's in a gang."
"Maybe. She seems like a leader." A boy responded back.
Willow looked up, annoyance rising. The duo were behind her, yet were unable to keep their whispers quiet. She cleared her throat loudly and looked over the top of her seat down at them. "Excuse me." She said, eying them. "But it's not nice to talk about others, especially when they're around. Do you mind keeping it down, please?" Then, pausing, she considered expanding it, and decided to. She didn't want to be known as the thug or gangster. "And if I was very well in a gang or was a thug, it wouldn't be smart to talk about me like that now would it?"
Willow sat back down, unable to keep a slight smirk off their face at their incredulous expressions. She then folded her hands and leaned against her chair, satisfied at their silence.
"Nice name, fair maiden." He replied with a grin. "Is it just Terry, or is that short for something?" He listened to her, then smirked. "Nah, mate. But I did have some weird experiences with water. Does that count?" The younger girl spoke up ,and with that, Sage turned to face her.
He listened to Tia's introduction, then her explanation of the hospital. The story was quite peculiar. How could needles mess up like that? It wasn't normal and it was in fact, abnormal. He shook his head, sighing. "Well," He said as he gazed at the younger girl. "Sorry to hear about your experience at the hospital, but it's nice to meet you." He then added, "When I was in the hospital, the fluids kept either randomly disappearing, or appearing. It was the craziest thing. Sometimes the water would be cold, then it would warm up. It confused the heck out of the doctors. To be frank, it was hilarious, yet freaky."
Just then, the bus stopped, and a man with dark hair, deep set blue eyes, and olive skin, walked onto the bus. Sage stared for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. He couldn't be older than twenty-five or so. Was this an instructor of theirs? As if on cue, the man began to speak.
"Hello. My name is Xander and I'll be an instructor at your new home. You're all five minutes away from Darkwood Academy, a school for special beings. You all have a potentially dangerous ability that sets you apart from the rest of society so we have taken the liberty of bringing you here to learn how to control that ability. Please stay seated and hold any questions until I permit you to do so. Upon arrival, I will explain a few rules and you will head into the building. There you will receive a dorm number, a set of rules and thus be guided to the cafeteria for some breakfast."
Sage eyed Tia and Terry, and he raised an eyebrow. This guy was ripped. He was beginning to wonder what kind of academy they were going to and if all of the instructors were like this. He sighed, leaning back, then waved his hand and said, "Ello, mate."
Just then, the bus doors opened once more, and the sound of gunshots pierced the air. Sage jumped and inhaled sharply, his eyes widening. He glanced around at the buildings, which were precipitated and run down. There was dead grass as well as leaves scattered across the ground. Stop signs were torn off and had been strewn around the neighborhood. There was a series of gunshots, then a piercing silence. He felt his heart jump and wondered who the hell they were picking up. Was it some gangster? He didn't have to wait long, because there was a shadow, and then a silhouette faintly outlined on the bus.
A girl with long, straight auburn hair walked onto the bus, wearing a black tank top with a gold skull, leather black pants, spiky combat books, and fingerless leather gloves. On top of her head was a black beanie, and a black hoodie. She took off the hoodie and shook her head, fixing her beanie which had slid off of her head. Sage saw a bit of lace in the back of her tank top and slits, and that she was wearing gold jewelery. Why it had slits, was beyond him. Her arms were also bulked with muscle, but in this area, it didn't seem out of the ordinary. But she was so little, that it was almost comical. Finally, she looked up and smiled sweetly. "Hi!"
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Willow eyed the students on the bus, then looked up at Xander. She had heard the introduction and hadn't immediately walked onto the bus yet so she hadn't interrupted. "Hi," she greeted friendlily. "How are you?"She ducked underneath his arm. White wings were faintly visibly against her back, but only faintly. She glanced around and looked outside, hearing more gunshots. "The harmonious sound of gunshots," She mumbled with a sigh. Willow sat down, biting her lip. That had to be Rowan's group. As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate. Will took it out and glanced at the ID and shook her head. He would call her now, when she was on the bus with the new students and what appeared to be her instructor. Why could he not take no for a darn answer? She wasn't interested. All she could think was that this wouldn't be a good first impression. Then again, she could be a loner again. She wouldn't mind too much...
Embarrassed, she sat as close to the window as she could and turned her back to the window and hit ignore. The phone went silent, then began to vibrate again. Willow could have groaned. She hit ignore once more and set it to silent and put it back in her pocket. She'd deal with that another time. Willow shut her eyes and kept periodically glancing at Xander, then away. Some murmurs from around her caught her attention.
"Is this girl a thug?" A girl whispered. "She looks like she's in a gang."
"Maybe. She seems like a leader." A boy responded back.
Willow looked up, annoyance rising. The duo were behind her, yet were unable to keep their whispers quiet. She cleared her throat loudly and looked over the top of her seat down at them. "Excuse me." She said, eying them. "But it's not nice to talk about others, especially when they're around. Do you mind keeping it down, please?" Then, pausing, she considered expanding it, and decided to. She didn't want to be known as the thug or gangster. "And if I was very well in a gang or was a thug, it wouldn't be smart to talk about me like that now would it?"
Willow sat back down, unable to keep a slight smirk off their face at their incredulous expressions. She then folded her hands and leaned against her chair, satisfied at their silence.
"Can it, moron. Simple questions get simple answers. If I were you, I'd tape my mouth shut to keep the pile of dumb crap from pouring out. " Isabelle retorted with an eye roll. She stood up, sounding irritated. "Honestly, I'm sure there is no creature on Earth with a dick limper than yours." She got up and sat beside Sophie, who let out an audible, musical giggle. "I got locked in the mall security office for a good ten minutes once. It was a very traumatizing experience." She told her, "I'm Isabelle, you?"
Sophie giggled again. This girl was awesome. Though, at her statement, she shuddered. "I'm sure it was traumatizing. I'm sorry to hear that. I hate being locked up." She looked at Isabelle and smiled sweetly, extending her hand. "I'm Sophelia, but you can call me Sophie." She glanced over at Luke, whose' back was to her. He remained at her side, loyal as always. She smiled faintly. "And that," she said, gesturing to Luke. "Is my brother, Lucas, but you can call him Luke. He's the older one." She rolled her eyes at her last statement. Sophelia glanced around, then back to Isabelle. "Maybe it's not so bad we're in this situation. We may not have met and this seems like a wonderful start to a beautiful friendship. Gotta be positive, you know? Can't be a downer about it, although this situation really does stink."
Sophie giggled again. This girl was awesome. Though, at her statement, she shuddered. "I'm sure it was traumatizing. I'm sorry to hear that. I hate being locked up." She looked at Isabelle and smiled sweetly, extending her hand. "I'm Sophelia, but you can call me Sophie." She glanced over at Luke, whose' back was to her. He remained at her side, loyal as always. She smiled faintly. "And that," she said, gesturing to Luke. "Is my brother, Lucas, but you can call him Luke. He's the older one." She rolled her eyes at her last statement. Sophelia glanced around, then back to Isabelle. "Maybe it's not so bad we're in this situation. We may not have met and this seems like a wonderful start to a beautiful friendship. Gotta be positive, you know? Can't be a downer about it, although this situation really does stink."
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Name: Lukas SamsaAge: Fourteen (almost fifteen)Gender: Male
I'm really sorry, but I have a boy character named Lucas. :( I just posted, too.
Sophelia sat near the middle of the room, filing her nails. Her long blonde hair trailed down her back in a cascade of blonde curls, covering half of her face. She had an amused expression on her voice as she listened to the flow of conversations around her. Some she paid attention to, others she didn't. She wanted to join some conversations but her nerves were driving her crazy. For as charming and sweet as she could be, she was surprisingly shy. Her brother, on the other hand, was not, and he prided himself in that. He made friends easier than she did and it was sometimes irritating. However, once she managed to get passed her shyness, she'd eventually come out and talk more. Still. At this point, she didn't know who to talk to other than her brother who was currently not paying attention.
Sophie leaned back and tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder and looked at her outfit, trying to find something to do. She wore a pink dress with a floral pattern and a pair of black converse. She had a leather jacket on as well and light pink lipstick as well as black hoop earrings. Her nails were painted to match the color of her dress, and she had a matching bow in her hair. It wasn't that it was her favorite color, but she adored the dress. Her old best friend, Noah, had given it to her before he had passed away, so she wore it often.
The howling wind startled Sophie, making her jump almost a foot. Looking up, she looked at the message "REMAIN SEATED", and smirked to herself. "Say please." Sophie mumbled. Didn't they know their mannerisms? The idea was challenged until armed guards came in, and she stared. "Shit just got real," she whispered, audible enough for those around her to hear. Luke nodded in agreement, which she could see from her peripheral vision. Her brother took one look at her and pulled her closer protectively, although there wasn't much that he could actually do. Sophie swallowed, taking his wrist in return, though it didn't match up quite as much.
A woman with a scarred face came in, and began speaking. "Students of Second Academy," she began, prompting a few individuals to jump in surprise, "I do not regret to inform you that this is not the educational facility you were expecting. No more than I fail to regret putting a gun into a locked safe when I go to sleep at night. When I enjoy the comfort of being at home when I do it, and that my son is safe from its dangers." She paused for a few seconds, watching as the chatter among the audience began to pick up. The woman went on to show blueprints of the academy then brag about the security defenses and the mechanisms it displayed, after speaking more. She swallowed, watching the blueprints come out, and then shook her head. She didn't want to see this; she wanted to know what was in store for the rest of the people here and herself.
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When the woman finally stopped speaking, Sophelia stared with horror. What? This sounded more like a jail than an academy. She looked at her hands to discover how sweaty they were. Making a face, she wiped them on her chair beside her and looked over at her brother, pale. He stared back at her, equally pale, before whispering, "Soph, we've made a mistake." She nodded in agreement and glanced around her in hopes of seeing others reactions and relaxed a little when she saw others' horror and then annoyance. Mixed emotions coursed through her as well as others. The elevator began to move and she gasped, being thrust forward. Luke quickly threw his arm out to stop her from falling and grab her with his other hand, and she thanked him.
"What the fuck am I doing here," he sighed as he planted his face inside his hands.
A brunette haired girl kicked her feet up on the chair in front of her, "Right now you're putting your face in your hands and sighing." She said lamely.
Sophelia and Luke glanced over. She smirked, noticing the attitude in the girl and appreciating that she wasn't the only one here with one. "I'm wondering the same," she commented, forcing herself to speak steadily. "I've never been to jail before," Sophie added. "Should be fun. It'll be something to put on applications." She pursed her lips and then sighed, leaning back. Luke snickered, though he remained silent and let her speak for once, something that was rare.
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Lucas
I watched as my sister turned and spoke to the girl and boy nearby, though I myself remained silent. I normally didn't, however, I let her go for it since she's the shyer one. Maybe if she spoke more and the people weren't rude, she'd open up more to strangers. As I eye the people she is conversing with, I can't help but notice how gorgeous the girl who'd responded lamely, is. I tore my eyes away quickly, and remain as pleasant as I can but I'm jacked with worry and panic. What had he and the others gotten themselves into? How would they get themselves of out of this one? They were miles above the earth and they couldn't teleport out either. The security was ridiculous. I can't help but be thankful for my power: force-feeds. At least, with some work, I could protect the people here and my sister.
I glanced at her again, but her back is turned towards the new people, though she has her hand on my wrist comfortingly. I regretted having her come with me now, though she had the letter as well. I didn't know what I would do if I lost my sister; she was my best friend. Sure I had friends outside of her, but she was my main one since I'd helped in taking care of her since she was younger. I sighed and shook my head to clear my thoughts and redirect my attention to everyone else here. I was trying my best not to show how motion sick I was. Throwing up on the floor or on the guards wouldn't earn me any brownie points. Not that it was my goal, but I didn't want to endanger anyone around me for something as silly as that.
I glance at the group again, and then tear my eyes away. My sister's dress compared to the girl's leather outfit made me smirk. The contrast was evident yet humorous. I couldn't help but chuckle and made it as quiet as possible. He glanced around, hearing more flows of conversation. I'm half listening to my sister's, the brunette's and the boys, and then another group of boys'. He wanted to make as many friends as he could and be acquainted with them. They'd have to work together, wouldn't they? Besides, he liked meeting new people.
“That has gotta be the best welcoming ceremony I’ve ever attended,” the boy next to him sarcastically declared. “Best. Shit. Ever.” He beckoned the blond boy sitting on the same row to come join them.
“Name’s March. March Blakewood." he said once he had joined. "Now since I’ve introduced myself, it wouldn’t be good manners if you guys didn’t.”
"My condolences..." The boy said, extending his hand out for a handshake to March. "For what I can only assume must have been a particularly traumatic childhood... With a name like that..." His humorous expression hinted that he wasn't being particularly serious, however. Luke managed a slight smirk at the comment, glancing at the other boy (Rhys) before looking back to the others.
"Cormac. Cormac Leclaire."
Another boy joined, approaching March and Cromac. "Hi," he began, still trying to get his face to return to its normal shade of red. "I'm Rhys. Treharne. Wish we were meeting under better circumstances..."
Luke turned his attention towards them and swallowed. "Mind if I join?" He inquired. "I'm Lucas, but you can call me Luke."
Sophie leaned back and tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder and looked at her outfit, trying to find something to do. She wore a pink dress with a floral pattern and a pair of black converse. She had a leather jacket on as well and light pink lipstick as well as black hoop earrings. Her nails were painted to match the color of her dress, and she had a matching bow in her hair. It wasn't that it was her favorite color, but she adored the dress. Her old best friend, Noah, had given it to her before he had passed away, so she wore it often.
The howling wind startled Sophie, making her jump almost a foot. Looking up, she looked at the message "REMAIN SEATED", and smirked to herself. "Say please." Sophie mumbled. Didn't they know their mannerisms? The idea was challenged until armed guards came in, and she stared. "Shit just got real," she whispered, audible enough for those around her to hear. Luke nodded in agreement, which she could see from her peripheral vision. Her brother took one look at her and pulled her closer protectively, although there wasn't much that he could actually do. Sophie swallowed, taking his wrist in return, though it didn't match up quite as much.
A woman with a scarred face came in, and began speaking. "Students of Second Academy," she began, prompting a few individuals to jump in surprise, "I do not regret to inform you that this is not the educational facility you were expecting. No more than I fail to regret putting a gun into a locked safe when I go to sleep at night. When I enjoy the comfort of being at home when I do it, and that my son is safe from its dangers." She paused for a few seconds, watching as the chatter among the audience began to pick up. The woman went on to show blueprints of the academy then brag about the security defenses and the mechanisms it displayed, after speaking more. She swallowed, watching the blueprints come out, and then shook her head. She didn't want to see this; she wanted to know what was in store for the rest of the people here and herself.
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When the woman finally stopped speaking, Sophelia stared with horror. What? This sounded more like a jail than an academy. She looked at her hands to discover how sweaty they were. Making a face, she wiped them on her chair beside her and looked over at her brother, pale. He stared back at her, equally pale, before whispering, "Soph, we've made a mistake." She nodded in agreement and glanced around her in hopes of seeing others reactions and relaxed a little when she saw others' horror and then annoyance. Mixed emotions coursed through her as well as others. The elevator began to move and she gasped, being thrust forward. Luke quickly threw his arm out to stop her from falling and grab her with his other hand, and she thanked him.
"What the fuck am I doing here," he sighed as he planted his face inside his hands.
A brunette haired girl kicked her feet up on the chair in front of her, "Right now you're putting your face in your hands and sighing." She said lamely.
Sophelia and Luke glanced over. She smirked, noticing the attitude in the girl and appreciating that she wasn't the only one here with one. "I'm wondering the same," she commented, forcing herself to speak steadily. "I've never been to jail before," Sophie added. "Should be fun. It'll be something to put on applications." She pursed her lips and then sighed, leaning back. Luke snickered, though he remained silent and let her speak for once, something that was rare.
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Lucas
I watched as my sister turned and spoke to the girl and boy nearby, though I myself remained silent. I normally didn't, however, I let her go for it since she's the shyer one. Maybe if she spoke more and the people weren't rude, she'd open up more to strangers. As I eye the people she is conversing with, I can't help but notice how gorgeous the girl who'd responded lamely, is. I tore my eyes away quickly, and remain as pleasant as I can but I'm jacked with worry and panic. What had he and the others gotten themselves into? How would they get themselves of out of this one? They were miles above the earth and they couldn't teleport out either. The security was ridiculous. I can't help but be thankful for my power: force-feeds. At least, with some work, I could protect the people here and my sister.
I glanced at her again, but her back is turned towards the new people, though she has her hand on my wrist comfortingly. I regretted having her come with me now, though she had the letter as well. I didn't know what I would do if I lost my sister; she was my best friend. Sure I had friends outside of her, but she was my main one since I'd helped in taking care of her since she was younger. I sighed and shook my head to clear my thoughts and redirect my attention to everyone else here. I was trying my best not to show how motion sick I was. Throwing up on the floor or on the guards wouldn't earn me any brownie points. Not that it was my goal, but I didn't want to endanger anyone around me for something as silly as that.
I glance at the group again, and then tear my eyes away. My sister's dress compared to the girl's leather outfit made me smirk. The contrast was evident yet humorous. I couldn't help but chuckle and made it as quiet as possible. He glanced around, hearing more flows of conversation. I'm half listening to my sister's, the brunette's and the boys, and then another group of boys'. He wanted to make as many friends as he could and be acquainted with them. They'd have to work together, wouldn't they? Besides, he liked meeting new people.
“That has gotta be the best welcoming ceremony I’ve ever attended,” the boy next to him sarcastically declared. “Best. Shit. Ever.” He beckoned the blond boy sitting on the same row to come join them.
“Name’s March. March Blakewood." he said once he had joined. "Now since I’ve introduced myself, it wouldn’t be good manners if you guys didn’t.”
"My condolences..." The boy said, extending his hand out for a handshake to March. "For what I can only assume must have been a particularly traumatic childhood... With a name like that..." His humorous expression hinted that he wasn't being particularly serious, however. Luke managed a slight smirk at the comment, glancing at the other boy (Rhys) before looking back to the others.
"Cormac. Cormac Leclaire."
Another boy joined, approaching March and Cromac. "Hi," he began, still trying to get his face to return to its normal shade of red. "I'm Rhys. Treharne. Wish we were meeting under better circumstances..."
Luke turned his attention towards them and swallowed. "Mind if I join?" He inquired. "I'm Lucas, but you can call me Luke."
Sage watched as a beautiful brunette walked onto the bus and stared with awe. She was so pretty. All he could do was stare. He gulped nervously as she came closer. Then to his luck, she ended up sitting beside him. His heart pounded loudly against his ribcage. To him, it was a wonder how nobody was hearing it. He glanced around just to make sure, but no one was paying him any attention. His palms began to sweat, and he clenched his fists so that nobody would see. Breathe, he told himself. Breathe.
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To his luck, she sat down beside him. He glanced over, and his heart raced even faster and harder. He went to speak, but then shyly turned away. Not to soon after, another girl joined her. He looked over at the duo. She looked younger than the brunette did, but not by much. He listened to their conversation, trying his hardest not to look directly at her, nor make it seem like he was eavesdropping. He didn't want them to think that he was rude. Not that he cared, but it wasn't the way to start off a friendship.
“Hey, by any chance do you know where they’re taking us?” The younger girl asked the brunette beside her.
"Not a clue." Terry replied, "I asked and the driver wouldn't tell me... I'm Terraline. Most people call me Terry." Terraline. What a beautiful name. He smiled to himself, but coughed to cover it up.
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“Well, I’m not sure if I can say that it’s nice to meet you seeing the situation that we are in but nonetheless, my name is Tia.” The girl said with a slight smirk before continuing. “Did guys in suits come after you as well? They visited me and my family as we were leaving the hospital and from what I could gather we’re going to some sort of institution, or rather a school for freaks as one of them loosely stated. Either way, my brothers were quite pissy when they came to visit me so if you ask me I don’t think these guys should be trusted.”
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Sage turned over, finally deciding to join the conversation. "Hi." He greeted. His voice was a mixture of a British and Australian accent. "I'm not the only one who got attacked by a group of men, I take it?" He commented. "I don't think they're to be trusted either, because they drugged my tea. I thought that was a good way to start off my brunch, don't you?" He leaned back against the window, turning to face them. "I'm Sage." He introduced himself and held his hand out for them to shake. "Did anyone else get terribly ill, then miraculously recover?"
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Sage had gotten sick a week and a half ago and had been sent to one of the best hospitals his parents could afford. There, he'd gotten sick, so sick, that he couldn't move or open his eyes. His parents had bought the medication he needed, but hadn't gone out of their way. Sure they had given him the best hospital serviced that one could get, but that was it. He'd finally recovered a week later and had been brought home. His parents had thrown him a small "Welcome home" party, and then that had been the last of it. Sage would have appreciated the gesture if they had actually put effort into it. But like always, they didn't. He sighed, pushing the memories away, and looking back at Terry and Tia.
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The familiar sound of gunshots filled the air, piercing the serene silence. Willow couldn't find it in her to jump anymore. It was so common and was as familiar as the sound of rain, or an alarm. She sighed,shaking her head. She couldn't wait to leave this darn neighborhood, but on the other hand, she could. Will didn't want to leave her parents in this awful mess, but she had no choice but to go. It was a nuisance. She had just gotten a job to help pay their rent and now she had to go? Granted her parents worked, but every little thing helped. Sure she could work the corner and get money faster, but there was no way in heck she would do that.
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Turning to face the mirror, she glanced at it to see her reflection. Her long, straight auburn hair tickled her back and framed her face. Soft, warm blue eyes stared back at her and met her reflection. She wore a black tank top with a gold skull, with a lace back, a pair of black leather pants, spiky black combat boots, and a black hoodie. In addition, she had on a pair of leather fingerless gloves with a black beanie. She wasn't a particular fan of dressing this way, but she needed to make sure that she didn't look like an easy victim. It was a dog eat dog world in her city, and only the fittest survived. So far, she had done well. Willow sighed and put the hoodie on to make herself be less noticeable and also took a pair of cheap, tinted sunglasses and put them on as well.
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She stepped away and examined her small, cramped bedroom one last time before departing. She wanted to say goodbye to her parents, but they were in bed after being up all night and worrying. She didn't want to wake them. With a sigh, Willow left her house. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and moved her switch blade, gas pepper spray, and hand held tazer, to her pockets before heading off to the bus stop. She drew the hoodie close to her but held her head high and kept a close eye on her surroundings. Nothing was out of the ordinary. If one were to count the continuous, harmonic sound of gunshots. It was almost music to her ears. Almost. If there wasn't gunshots, then something was even more wrong.
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Willow sighed, recalling how the ambulances had been late arriving at her house when she had fallen desperately ill. Her parents hadn't been able to afford the best health care, but they had given it their all. They took turns staying with her and helping her in the hospital. The staff had been great, since they appreciated kinder people, rather then the cruel and rude people. When she had finally recovered, they had bought her some things she had been wanting for a while. She had felt guilty and told them they could return it, but they had refused. Willow had then accepted it, and thanked her lucky stars she was still alive. Now that she was alive and going to a new school, she could only hope that things would be better there than they were at home.
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To his luck, she sat down beside him. He glanced over, and his heart raced even faster and harder. He went to speak, but then shyly turned away. Not to soon after, another girl joined her. He looked over at the duo. She looked younger than the brunette did, but not by much. He listened to their conversation, trying his hardest not to look directly at her, nor make it seem like he was eavesdropping. He didn't want them to think that he was rude. Not that he cared, but it wasn't the way to start off a friendship.
“Hey, by any chance do you know where they’re taking us?” The younger girl asked the brunette beside her.
"Not a clue." Terry replied, "I asked and the driver wouldn't tell me... I'm Terraline. Most people call me Terry." Terraline. What a beautiful name. He smiled to himself, but coughed to cover it up.
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“Well, I’m not sure if I can say that it’s nice to meet you seeing the situation that we are in but nonetheless, my name is Tia.” The girl said with a slight smirk before continuing. “Did guys in suits come after you as well? They visited me and my family as we were leaving the hospital and from what I could gather we’re going to some sort of institution, or rather a school for freaks as one of them loosely stated. Either way, my brothers were quite pissy when they came to visit me so if you ask me I don’t think these guys should be trusted.”
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Sage turned over, finally deciding to join the conversation. "Hi." He greeted. His voice was a mixture of a British and Australian accent. "I'm not the only one who got attacked by a group of men, I take it?" He commented. "I don't think they're to be trusted either, because they drugged my tea. I thought that was a good way to start off my brunch, don't you?" He leaned back against the window, turning to face them. "I'm Sage." He introduced himself and held his hand out for them to shake. "Did anyone else get terribly ill, then miraculously recover?"
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Sage had gotten sick a week and a half ago and had been sent to one of the best hospitals his parents could afford. There, he'd gotten sick, so sick, that he couldn't move or open his eyes. His parents had bought the medication he needed, but hadn't gone out of their way. Sure they had given him the best hospital serviced that one could get, but that was it. He'd finally recovered a week later and had been brought home. His parents had thrown him a small "Welcome home" party, and then that had been the last of it. Sage would have appreciated the gesture if they had actually put effort into it. But like always, they didn't. He sighed, pushing the memories away, and looking back at Terry and Tia.
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The familiar sound of gunshots filled the air, piercing the serene silence. Willow couldn't find it in her to jump anymore. It was so common and was as familiar as the sound of rain, or an alarm. She sighed,shaking her head. She couldn't wait to leave this darn neighborhood, but on the other hand, she could. Will didn't want to leave her parents in this awful mess, but she had no choice but to go. It was a nuisance. She had just gotten a job to help pay their rent and now she had to go? Granted her parents worked, but every little thing helped. Sure she could work the corner and get money faster, but there was no way in heck she would do that.
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Turning to face the mirror, she glanced at it to see her reflection. Her long, straight auburn hair tickled her back and framed her face. Soft, warm blue eyes stared back at her and met her reflection. She wore a black tank top with a gold skull, with a lace back, a pair of black leather pants, spiky black combat boots, and a black hoodie. In addition, she had on a pair of leather fingerless gloves with a black beanie. She wasn't a particular fan of dressing this way, but she needed to make sure that she didn't look like an easy victim. It was a dog eat dog world in her city, and only the fittest survived. So far, she had done well. Willow sighed and put the hoodie on to make herself be less noticeable and also took a pair of cheap, tinted sunglasses and put them on as well.
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She stepped away and examined her small, cramped bedroom one last time before departing. She wanted to say goodbye to her parents, but they were in bed after being up all night and worrying. She didn't want to wake them. With a sigh, Willow left her house. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and moved her switch blade, gas pepper spray, and hand held tazer, to her pockets before heading off to the bus stop. She drew the hoodie close to her but held her head high and kept a close eye on her surroundings. Nothing was out of the ordinary. If one were to count the continuous, harmonic sound of gunshots. It was almost music to her ears. Almost. If there wasn't gunshots, then something was even more wrong.
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Willow sighed, recalling how the ambulances had been late arriving at her house when she had fallen desperately ill. Her parents hadn't been able to afford the best health care, but they had given it their all. They took turns staying with her and helping her in the hospital. The staff had been great, since they appreciated kinder people, rather then the cruel and rude people. When she had finally recovered, they had bought her some things she had been wanting for a while. She had felt guilty and told them they could return it, but they had refused. Willow had then accepted it, and thanked her lucky stars she was still alive. Now that she was alive and going to a new school, she could only hope that things would be better there than they were at home.
Name: Sophelia Baudelaire
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Personality:
- Sweet Sophie is as sweet as sugar, but can became as venomous as a snake if needed. She is kind and caring to just about everyone, but at the slightest hint of betrayal or manipulation, that all changes. She can be taken advantage of however with her sweet and kind attitude.
- Patience. Sophie is incredibly patient, sometimes almost saint like. It isn't always good, because she doesn't know when to give up and throw the towel in.
- Determined. Sophie is very determined and likes to see things through to the end, regardless of her condition. She doesn't give up easily, so she sometimes inflicts more wounds to her enemies and to herself, psychologically.
- Naive. Sophie is naive to the dangers of the world and sometimes mistakenly is blind to it. She sees the good in everyone and has trouble not seeing it.
- Sassy. Sophie is surprisingly quick-witted, humorous, and sarcastic. The saying, "Classy, sassy and a bit smart-assy", would describe Sophie in every way.
- Charming Sophelia is a convincing liar and quick to manipulate her way out of a situation. She only uses it if she has to - she's not one to do it for the fun of it. She's surprisingly goodnatured and sweet despite it.
Power: Pyrokiensis. Sophie can control fire, manipulate it into different shapes, or have it breach a surface. She can create a small flame in her hand, and also cause fire to move form a match once lighted. It takes concentration and a lot of energy for her make the flames bigger. She cannot create a shield of fire yet, move or lift fire very far, nor burn metal. She has to be close to it.
Name: Lucas Baudelaire
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality:
- Passionate. Luke is very caring and loves with all his heart. He doesn't let it out frequently or willy-nilly; he's cautious over he cares and loves for, and is fiercely protective over his loved ones.
- Stubborn Once his mind is made up, there is no changing it. He doesn't like to switch around his decisions, though he may be indecisive when it comes to certain matters.
- Hot-tempered. Luke's hot temper gets him into trouble sometimes. He does his best to control it, but some situations cause him to lose his temper.
- Kind. Lucas is very kind and doesn't like to be mean, but he will if he has to. He loves to make people happy and to please them, and likes to make people's days as well.
- Self-sufficient. Independence and self-sufficiency is something that Luke has acquired over the years. He's also good at taking care of others.
Power: Force field generation. He can create small force fields currently, big enough to protect his upper body. He can hold them for a short period of time, and is unable to withstand for longer than fifteen minutes. He's able to create shields from nothing and block about half of the things thrown at him. Bigger objects are tougher, and sometimes, he can't block them. It requires a lot of concentration and energy from him, which he struggles with. Currently, he cannot create big force fields to surround a group of people, but he is working on it.
And so, at this time, am unable to finish my forms due to real life so I was wondering if I could reserve a spot and the powers.
Yes, I have two characterless in mind.
May I reserve a spot, please? I am unable to finish my forms at this time, but I'd still like to join. I have pyrokinesis and forcefields as my chosen powers.
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