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Roxanna is now a no good punk ass window breaker, forever tarnishing her permanent record. /terrible 90's film plots.
Oh yeah I posted the thing now.
Tomorrow is my final thing with my classes so I'll start working on getting the first batch of plots
Looking forward to it! ^.^
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In the previous chapter (A Bloody Paradise), or this current one? Either way, bring your reading glasses. lol
Both, probably!
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It seems fine to me.
Alrighty then! Looking forward to future funtimes in this rp. (also I'm highly tempted to read the previous adventures of folks, although that seems like a LOT of reading. What I've glanced at seems really interesting and a good read, though!)
Posted an introductory post for Roxanna, let me know if anything needs changed/improved.
Earbuds looped loosely around large round ears, speakers bouncing lightly about as they dangled in front of them. Too quietly for any but the wearer to hear, music poured out to distract from the sounds of traffic and people.
Clad in a white tanktop and blue jogging shorts, a variety of essentials clipped to her waistband and barefoot, Roxanna lightly jogged her way through Knightdale Rows. Or rather, lightly for her. The sight of the long-haired young teenager running through any given part of the city was not an entirely unusual one, and she had run through here plenty of times before. What was more unusual, however, was this time she was doing so along rooftops.
Pushing off with one foot, she caught the raised edge of the apartment complex roof with the other and launched herself across the 'small' gap between buildings. Thick mane of hair trailing out behind her, her back foot swung foward and found purchase on the lip of the next roof. Toes curling around the edge for a little extra grip, she pulled herself into a quick hop down to the roof itself.
Slowing to a walk, the concrete of the roof felt delightfully cool against her warm feet. Tugging the water bottle clasped to her waistband free, she popped the cap and took a long, refreshing drink. With a happy sigh, she capped the bottle and returned it to her side. Pushing her hair back and away from her ears, tinged red as heat rolled off of them, she slowly walked over to the far edge of the rooftop.
Peering over the side, hands still holding her hair at bay, a briefly puzzled frown graced her buck-toothed mouth. Light brown eyes flicking this way and that, Roxanna calculated her route down from the roof. Window ledges were the same way she had gotten up here in the first place, and window ledges would be the same way she would get down. Nodding to herself, she released her hair and slung herself over the side.
Feet braced against the wall, she ignored the corners of the roof digging into her hands as she 'hopped' down to a window. Long toes briefly planted on the ledge, stopping her momentum before pulling away to let her drop down a little more. Fingers stronger than they looked grasped the same ledge, and once more her feet were planted against the bare wall. Mostly a matter of position, Roxanna found herself curiously peering through the window for a moment before dropping down to the next one.
The process repeated itself a few more times, though some of the windows had thick curtains drawn across them that prevented any curious peeping. One of the windows, however, was not such smooth sailing. Misjudging where to place her legs after her fingers caught hold of a ledge, her bare feet instead smacked firmly into the top half of the window below. Rather than shatter as it might if she had smaller feet, the impact was wide enough to instead result in a loud crack.
Bewildered at the sound and the, admittedly pleasant, feel of cool glass on her feet, Roxanna quickly dropped from the ledge and caught herself on the one below. Making sure to plant her feet properly this time, the brown-haired girl had a 'face-to-face' view of a spiderweb of fractures snaking their way down the length of the glass. Brow knitting together in concern and embarrassment, she quickly 'hopped' the rest of the way until she lightly touched down on solid ground. Giving her fingers and toes a wiggle, she nervously made her way to the sidewalk in front of the building.
She had accidentally broken things before, but that was at school or home. Anxiously shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back again, the teenager brought a hand to her mouth and nervously wrapped her teeth around the knuckle of her index finger. She definitely had to own up to the mistake, but she wasn't sure which apartment room it even was or who lived there. That aside, she also couldn't really fix it as she, well, had both no idea how much replacing a window cost nor the money to pay for it regardless.
Her parents could, and would, but that consideration hardly made her feel any better.
Clad in a white tanktop and blue jogging shorts, a variety of essentials clipped to her waistband and barefoot, Roxanna lightly jogged her way through Knightdale Rows. Or rather, lightly for her. The sight of the long-haired young teenager running through any given part of the city was not an entirely unusual one, and she had run through here plenty of times before. What was more unusual, however, was this time she was doing so along rooftops.
Pushing off with one foot, she caught the raised edge of the apartment complex roof with the other and launched herself across the 'small' gap between buildings. Thick mane of hair trailing out behind her, her back foot swung foward and found purchase on the lip of the next roof. Toes curling around the edge for a little extra grip, she pulled herself into a quick hop down to the roof itself.
Slowing to a walk, the concrete of the roof felt delightfully cool against her warm feet. Tugging the water bottle clasped to her waistband free, she popped the cap and took a long, refreshing drink. With a happy sigh, she capped the bottle and returned it to her side. Pushing her hair back and away from her ears, tinged red as heat rolled off of them, she slowly walked over to the far edge of the rooftop.
Peering over the side, hands still holding her hair at bay, a briefly puzzled frown graced her buck-toothed mouth. Light brown eyes flicking this way and that, Roxanna calculated her route down from the roof. Window ledges were the same way she had gotten up here in the first place, and window ledges would be the same way she would get down. Nodding to herself, she released her hair and slung herself over the side.
Feet braced against the wall, she ignored the corners of the roof digging into her hands as she 'hopped' down to a window. Long toes briefly planted on the ledge, stopping her momentum before pulling away to let her drop down a little more. Fingers stronger than they looked grasped the same ledge, and once more her feet were planted against the bare wall. Mostly a matter of position, Roxanna found herself curiously peering through the window for a moment before dropping down to the next one.
The process repeated itself a few more times, though some of the windows had thick curtains drawn across them that prevented any curious peeping. One of the windows, however, was not such smooth sailing. Misjudging where to place her legs after her fingers caught hold of a ledge, her bare feet instead smacked firmly into the top half of the window below. Rather than shatter as it might if she had smaller feet, the impact was wide enough to instead result in a loud crack.
Bewildered at the sound and the, admittedly pleasant, feel of cool glass on her feet, Roxanna quickly dropped from the ledge and caught herself on the one below. Making sure to plant her feet properly this time, the brown-haired girl had a 'face-to-face' view of a spiderweb of fractures snaking their way down the length of the glass. Brow knitting together in concern and embarrassment, she quickly 'hopped' the rest of the way until she lightly touched down on solid ground. Giving her fingers and toes a wiggle, she nervously made her way to the sidewalk in front of the building.
She had accidentally broken things before, but that was at school or home. Anxiously shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back again, the teenager brought a hand to her mouth and nervously wrapped her teeth around the knuckle of her index finger. She definitely had to own up to the mistake, but she wasn't sure which apartment room it even was or who lived there. That aside, she also couldn't really fix it as she, well, had both no idea how much replacing a window cost nor the money to pay for it regardless.
Her parents could, and would, but that consideration hardly made her feel any better.
Pix gave an amused look at Oya, the small smile on her face managing to convey the smugness of her expression.
"Oh, but dear sister, you are all so eager to take charge and do such tasks yourselves." The reply came with a tilt of her helmeted head, as she continued with a tone of fake curiosity. "Surely my dear siblings can handle some rocks and sheep on their own without needing help?"
Turning her attention to the now opened paths, the blue-skinned redhead hummed to herself in thought as she pondered which way she wished to go. With a casual wave of her hand, five Browns sprang from the Minion summoning pit as she passed. Stepping up next to Luna as her sister's minions set to work moving the small pillar, she kept her tiny entourage gathered in front of her.
"I wonder what the farmers have to say for themselves, don't you?" The question was asked without expecting a verbal response, though she did bother to turn her gaze towards Luna in order to see if a physical one would follow.
"Oh, but dear sister, you are all so eager to take charge and do such tasks yourselves." The reply came with a tilt of her helmeted head, as she continued with a tone of fake curiosity. "Surely my dear siblings can handle some rocks and sheep on their own without needing help?"
Turning her attention to the now opened paths, the blue-skinned redhead hummed to herself in thought as she pondered which way she wished to go. With a casual wave of her hand, five Browns sprang from the Minion summoning pit as she passed. Stepping up next to Luna as her sister's minions set to work moving the small pillar, she kept her tiny entourage gathered in front of her.
"I wonder what the farmers have to say for themselves, don't you?" The question was asked without expecting a verbal response, though she did bother to turn her gaze towards Luna in order to see if a physical one would follow.
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Creating Receivers is so they can actually use these abilities, but the most various governments can hope for is that they decide to enlist in the military. Otherwise, well, the only real, legal option is "we need to make as many of these people as possible so they can stop Static regardless of military involvement or not".
I imagine a lot of powers are actually really useful in more mundane fields of work, too.
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Rozmonda blinked as an attention-grabbing sigh, well, got her attention. Looking down she noticed the short girl that was to be her partner, having slipped in through the crowd to find her without the red-head spotting her. It seemed her idea of herself being far easier to find than the other way around had been spot-on after all. When the young girl started talking and made the effort to crane her head back to look her in the eye, it made a good impression on the skeptical redhead.
"Lexie? Cute nickname." Rozmonda commented, taking the younger and smaller girl's offered hand in hers for a light and friendly handshake. "Only a few days? Well, you're rather lucky to get a partner that's been here awhile, I'd say."
Pulling her hand away, she crossed her arms lightly under her chest once more. Tilting her head to the side slightly, drumming her fingers across her upper arms in thought, she took a moment to give her new partner a once-over. Although assessing the short girl's sense of style and mannerisms, she was also mulling over the bit of concern about Aether. In truth, Rozmonda had never managed better than the most basic of connections with someone, so she was hardly well-versed in her own abilities either.
"You're even cuter than you are in the picture." She concluded with a small laugh, giving a nod of approval, and not showing any of the inner musings that were on her mind. Motioning for them to make their way to the exit, she continued their conversation as she led her young partner to their dorm. "How is America?"
Sora offered a polite, shallow bow to return the stiff greeting of her located and identified partner. It was only natural for someone in such a situation to be stiff and nervous, so she refrained from making any preliminary assessments of his personality. Well, beyond the fact that he appeared to be a well composed person that, for whatever reason, handled their introduction in a stiff manner. She was rather curious about it, now that it had come to mind, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.
Motioning for them to leave and find their way to their dorms, she began to walk at a measured pace. With a slight incline of her head in his direction, she made an attempt at conversation by posing a question.
"Olivier de Plancy?" She repeated his name. "Are you from Europe, or simply of European descent? I would guess as to the specific region, but I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with European name structure."
As she said that though, she was thinking over what little she did know about it. She outright doubted it was German, Spanish, or Russian, though that was based solely on names from those countries that she had read in books. For that matter she was fairly certain it wasn't Irish, since they used 'Mac' and 'O' prefixes attached to surnames. So she could narrow it down to perhaps Italy, Britain, France, and quite a few more as likely candidates.
Of course, it was also possible that he simply had a name native to a different country than the one he was from.
"Lexie? Cute nickname." Rozmonda commented, taking the younger and smaller girl's offered hand in hers for a light and friendly handshake. "Only a few days? Well, you're rather lucky to get a partner that's been here awhile, I'd say."
Pulling her hand away, she crossed her arms lightly under her chest once more. Tilting her head to the side slightly, drumming her fingers across her upper arms in thought, she took a moment to give her new partner a once-over. Although assessing the short girl's sense of style and mannerisms, she was also mulling over the bit of concern about Aether. In truth, Rozmonda had never managed better than the most basic of connections with someone, so she was hardly well-versed in her own abilities either.
"You're even cuter than you are in the picture." She concluded with a small laugh, giving a nod of approval, and not showing any of the inner musings that were on her mind. Motioning for them to make their way to the exit, she continued their conversation as she led her young partner to their dorm. "How is America?"
Sora offered a polite, shallow bow to return the stiff greeting of her located and identified partner. It was only natural for someone in such a situation to be stiff and nervous, so she refrained from making any preliminary assessments of his personality. Well, beyond the fact that he appeared to be a well composed person that, for whatever reason, handled their introduction in a stiff manner. She was rather curious about it, now that it had come to mind, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.
Motioning for them to leave and find their way to their dorms, she began to walk at a measured pace. With a slight incline of her head in his direction, she made an attempt at conversation by posing a question.
"Olivier de Plancy?" She repeated his name. "Are you from Europe, or simply of European descent? I would guess as to the specific region, but I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with European name structure."
As she said that though, she was thinking over what little she did know about it. She outright doubted it was German, Spanish, or Russian, though that was based solely on names from those countries that she had read in books. For that matter she was fairly certain it wasn't Irish, since they used 'Mac' and 'O' prefixes attached to surnames. So she could narrow it down to perhaps Italy, Britain, France, and quite a few more as likely candidates.
Of course, it was also possible that he simply had a name native to a different country than the one he was from.
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