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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:12 am
Why hello there _____,
You've been hiding yourself pretty nicely, haven't you? You're different from everyone else, and because of it, you've been living in fear. However, we can help. If you say yes, a person will arrive to take you to our boarding academy. If you're around fifteen to twenty, we'll be more than happy to accept you. This isn't a normal learning school. In fact, you won't be taught anything. It is simply a place for you to stay and learn how to control what makes you special. Whether you're a different form of being, or have a special ability, we're more than happy to take you in. Come to where there are others like you, feel accepted! Just voice a yes to the paper and someone will be there shortly.
Petty fools, little do you know you will be used as a weapon for world leaders. You will be trained as weapons for countries who want a good soldier, a trump card. Whatever friends you make might get ripped away from you if they're bought by a country. What would you do if your best friend, your lover, was to be taken away? Would you let them go without a fight, or be dragged away kicking and screaming? The choice is yours.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:14 am
Rules
I want semi-literate people. I want people who know how to spell and use proper grammar. Quality over quantity people!
AGAIN: QUALITY over quantity! Also, please make your font ten or eleven.
...I still want to see more sentences though. A nice paragraph(minimum) for every post will definitely get you on the white list.
You can be anything you want. In fact, try to surprise me with your race or ability.
If you don't get on within three days of your last post, your profile will get removed. I won't put you on the banned list, and I'll keep your profile somewhere in case you come back.
Not too much swearing, but some people can't help it, so a little is ok.
Interact with others! We're not going to force ourselves out of our way to talk to you, especially if you only write a few sentences.
Romance is rather encouraged, but I don't want to see porn on here. PG-13 please.
I am a cruel and vicious person if I find out two people are working to make their own plot/get into a relationship with each other simply because they're friends from another thread. If I find this out, there is no way either of the two (or more) will enter the thread. The only people that are allowed to do so are people I myself invite. I'm not trying to be mean, but I've had a LOT of roleplays die this way. At least, if you and a friend join, make sure you aren't already in love with each other.
There aren't any Co-ed dorms, so don't ask.
Make your posts pretty! Use a specific color for your person's talking, and put in a picture or a quote or both! whee amaze me.
I want you to PM me a profile called 'I accept the Offer.'
I can add more rules when I see fit, so keep paying attention to them. You get two warnings before you're kicked out.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:17 am
Character Skeleton
[imgleft]((Direct link from photobucket here... No real people pics, please.))[/imgleft]
[b][size=11]You asked my name?::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Name. First, last))[/size]
[b][size=11]What about my age?::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Ages range from fifteen to twenty, as the letter said))[/size]
[b][size=11]My gender? You can't tell!?::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Boy or girl. No in betweens))[/size]
[b][size=11]Race is something too personal, but...::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Be anything you want, but you have to have a good picture to go with it.))[/size]
[b][size=11]I don't like to brag, but...::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((ONE ability you have, or something special. No being able to kill people as your ability. It has to be something simple, yet effective. I'll let you know if you need to tone down your ability.))[/size]
[b][size=11]When I was a child...::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Biography. From three sentences to two paragraphs))[/size]
[b][size=11]The Country who wants to buy me...::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((I will fill this out!))[/size]
[b][size=11]Who's cute? Well...::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Crush. Tell me who you're crushing on if they join after you. Otherwise, hint to it in here.))[/size]
[b][size=11]My personality::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((You can write this area any way you want, from listing the different traits to writing them out.))[/size]
[b][size=11]The Puppetmaster::[/size][/b]
[size=10]((Username))[/size]
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:18 am
Accepted Profiles Teachers You asked my name?::Hector KuranWhat about my age?::28My gender? You can't tell!?::MaleRace is something too personal, but...::HumanI don't like to brag, but...::Hector is telekinetic, you know the ability to move objects with your mind?When I was a child...::There is not a moment in Hector's life were he doesn't remember having his gifts. Everyone knew about his gifts and really didn't treat him any different than a normal person, so Hector never thought he was freak. He lived a normal life for the most part, until he started his new job as a teacher at some strange school that taught people like him.
Hector had nothing to do with this school until he was about twenty two years of age. He just had graduated college and was searching for a job that would pay well. After a day of endless job hunting a letter came in the mail offering him a position as a teacher at some school for kids with special talents. For a few days he pondered on the idea of being a teacher for others like himself, on the forth day he accepted the offer and was almost immediately picked up by a black van.
Soon his new life as a teacher for special kids was started. On his first day he was told the school's dark secret and he took the news unfazed, thinking it was a joke. Soon, he realized it wasn't and has since seen many students being dragged away from their friends, to start their new life as a soldiers for another country. Though sometimes watching the departures is heart breaking he can't do or say anything, he signed a gag that doesn't let him say or do anything that could suggests what the school really does.The Country who wants to buy me...::I will never be bought, I work for the academy!Who's cute? Well...::No one!My personality::Hector is generally a quiet but happy person. He is completely rude and bitchy towards the staff, and even indirectly violent towards them. Hector helps train, and get the new ones settled in. Though behind his semi-fake happiness, pure hatred for everything around him. He is ready to spring out and kill everything and anything that got in his way. To free the people of this school and reveal the government for what it truly is, but until then, he was just going to relax. The Puppetmaster::borne looser Students You asked my name?::Rune HarrisWhat about my age?::17My gender? You can't tell!?::BoyRace is something too personal, but...::HumanI don't like to brag, but...::Rune possess the ability to bodily acquire, store, and manipulate electricity. In order to get the electricity he must absorb it from an external power source (e.g. outlets). His powers make him physically stronger and faster. Now, he can exert this energy in a form of arc lightning, but it is not very accurate, because once out of his system the electricity can get influenced by metal objects or other conductive substances. The amount of electricity he can actually store, is unknown, since his powers are more physiological and not physical. He can also feel a course of electricity through the circuitry of any electricity powered devices.When I was a child...::Rune grew up in a normal household in a normal town, normal just being another word for boring. It was dreadfully boring. What the people of his small town considered fun was karaoke night at the local family-friendly pub. Nothing exciting ever happened there. Well, things did get a bit exciting when Rune discovered his powers. It was the talk of the town and seemingly over night Rune had gone from zero to hero. The problem was, Rune liked being a zero, no one bothered him. So when the opportunity came to leave the dumpy little town, Rune was gone before anyone could say goodbye.The Country who wants to buy me...::N/A Who's cute? Well...::No one, as of yet.My personality::Rune is cold, and tends to keep to himself. He doesn't do much talking, but when he does he is rather blunt. His true nature is being a analysts, always the one to observe and listen before crushing his opponent. Rune has a hot temper and is easily set off by the slightest comment. His moods change rapidly from sad to happy to an unstoppable creature of doom. Small things may set him off while many large things go unnoticed for the time being. He is unfriendly, but when it all comes down to it, he is strong and resourceful.The Puppetmaster::borne looser You asked my name?::Laine Patreel FiliasWhat about my age?::SeventeenMy gender? You can't tell!?::GirlRace is something too personal, but...::Celtic Ghost; Her name was given mainly due to her appearance and ability. No, she is not a ghost, you are fully capable of touching her, but she does look ghostly, and her body emits a foggy white mist that follows after her. I don't like to brag, but...::As for her ability, she is able speak and communicate in inhuman tongues and ominous creatures find their way towards her, because of this, her presence is rumored to forebode death and tragedy.When I was a child...::Surprisingly, she wasn't born to demonic beings. She was born to a common man and wife. Her appearance frightened them. The sickly colors that still clung to her skin where far from ordinary and they had believed her ill. When she was old enough to exhibit her ability, and lured animals to their home, they dejected their child. Like many commonly did, they feared the different and the poor naive babe was placed into the care of a holy church.
As the rumors began, she was about fifteen, they were backed with reason, people around the church died, and she was blamed. Years later, the truth was found that it wasn't due to her presence but an illness brought along by someone that had passed their city. Though she was long gone before that was announced. Still, even with the more reasonable answers, everywhere she went, people sought to blame her for their misfortune. The Country who wants to buy me...::N/A Who's cute? Well...::((Crush. Tell me who you're crushing on if they join after you. Otherwise, hint to it in here.))My personality::Introverted, timid, quiet, calm, depressing, pessimistic, realistic.The Puppetmaster::IRRATIONALnumbers You asked my name?:: Jane Doe, though I go by Maggie What about my age?:: I'm Twenty years old My gender? You can't tell!?:: Girl Race is something too personal, but...:: I'm a Human I don't like to brag, but...:: I'm a shapeshifter. You know, being able to change into stuff. Though I'm working on my limitations right now. When I was a child...:: I was born with gills. Yes gills. I haven't the foggiest idea why, but that was what I had decided to do when I came out of the womb. My parents, and the doctor's freaked, and for a tad bit I was a phenomenon, especially because I changed again getting rid of the gills after I was born. Though, my parents put me immediately up for adoption. Which was how I found my way to the school, they adopted me, gave me that generic name for records (which is why I go by Maggie) and I've pretty much been raised there ever since. They kept me as a child because since I was raised accepting who..and what I was I was a help to those that came to the school and didn't like who they were. I helped those people get over thinking they were a freak, and helped them accept who they were.
I kind of still do that now, but not so much, I've been practicing on expanding my abilities, which can be a bit of a pain to the other students, since I try and get them to help me.The Country who wants to buy me...::N/A Who's cute? Well...:: No one right now. They all think I'm annoying...or so I think. My personality:: Because I never grew up in the real world, I never really had to grow up. So, even though I'm twenty years old, I still act like a child. I'm incredibly outgoing, and bubbly. I can hardly see bad in anything, and the words 'No' and 'personal space' don't apply to me. I've been called naive before, as well as curious, and the last one I can't deny. I like to know EVERYTHING. It helps with my transformations. As well, I'm also a bit of a trouble maker, or finder. And, even if I'm upset, you can't tell because I generally don't show it well. I take joy in the little things, and can be a tad sarcastic...ok maybe more than a tad. Oh! And I'm stubborn as well, but that's not news to anyone. And I love a challenge. People sort of befriend me quickly, because if they don't, I'll stick around until they do. The Puppetmaster:: Madly.Loved.Cupcake You asked my name?:: Caspian Andrew Marquette What about my age?:: Nineteen My gender? You can't tell!?:: Boy Race is something too personal, but...:: I’m a human. I don't like to brag, but...:: I’m a medium. I can communicate between the real world and the spirit world. It can occasionally produce vivid flashbacks and insights to the future. So far, my gift has never lost a bet. When I was a child...:: I grew up shadowed by my older brother. David was the football star, he had a college scholarship his freshman year of high school, and he was always bigger and better than me. Unlike him, I was the kid who sat around talking to my “imaginary friends” that only I could see, and performing unusual tasks for the creatures that lived under my bed. My parents thought I was absolutely loony so they tried to pretend I didn’t exist until David moved out and was no longer around for them to praise. I did fine with the idea of being on my own till I was nine, it gave me the chance to live in my own childish world and talk to the ghosts that were always around. Unfortunately, by the time David left, so too did my freedom. My dad took a sudden interest in my gift and started asking me to find out future results of races and sports from the spirits. I was young and naïve, and without thinking I obliged my father’s requests, trying to get in his good graces. Even as my parents got richer and richer from their bets, they never truly praised me for helping them.
One day, just before my thirteenth birthday, I refused to give my dad the numbers he wanted for the lottery. He didn’t take no for an answer very well, and before the night was through I had packed my belongings and moved out. My great aunt with eight cats who owned her own divination’s business (despite the fact that she didn’t have the talent for it) took me in. She was the last person I saw before coming to the school. The Country who wants to buy me...:: N/A Who's cute? Well...:: I still haven’t decided, but all the girl’s are quite lovely. My personality:: I am quite guarded, and don’t give away information easily. I have some trust issues that stem from what my father did to me, and therefore becoming my true friend can be rather difficult, but that does not mean I dislike people or distance myself from them, I simply don’t become emotionally attached very easily. My shy outward demeanor is compensation for my kind and fun loving side that only my friends get a good view of. I cling to every bit of life because of my constant visions of death, and therefore around people I find dear, I can be a little eccentric and a party animal. The Puppetmaster:: IGmangachick You asked my name?::Evelyn PetrovWhat about my age?::FifteenMy gender? You can't tell!?::FemaleRace is something too personal, but...::She's a human.I don't like to brag, but...::Evelyn can control water. She can't make it from the water vapor, nor from ice. She can use it if it is snow, regular water, or if the ground is wet, she can take it from there. Evelyn can store some water, but it is limited inside her body, so she usually carries around a bag filled with bottles of water.When I was a child...::Evelyn had been normal for the most part, aside from the heterochromia, her eyes. Her parents were normal humans, nothing special about them. When Evelyn was ten, she learned of her ability. Her parents had taken her to the local lake to go swimming. It was then the local "gang" of jerks had come to pick on those there. When they had come to Evelyn, she had screamed and closed her eyes. When she opened them, the "gang" was gone, and she was soaked with water. Questioning what happened, her parents ran along with everyone else there, abandoning her. Since then Evelyn had lived off the streets, and once she was fifteen, she left without a trace.The Country who wants to buy me...::N/AWho's cute? Well...::No one yet, but the guys are good-looking.My personality::Evelyn is basically the quiet person. She goes along with what others are doing usually, and is the silent one who listens when there is a big group. Evelyn usually is fine with those close to her..give or take anyone can get close to her. She will open up a little if you can talk about the things she likes; chocolate, animals, singing, and drawing. That is basically the key to opening her up.The Puppetmaster::Chibi-Onee-San You asked my name?:: Madison Valatin What about my age?:: Seventeen My gender? You can't tell!?:: Girl Race is something too personal, but...:: Mecha -- I don't like the word cyborg, so don't use it. I don't like to brag, but...:: Durability and adaptability. Due to most of me being a machine, I don't feel hits and I don't get tired. It's as simple as that. Want to replace my arm with a gun? Go for it. That's the beauty of being mostly man-made: I can be easily changed. The only parts of me that are as fragile as a human's are my torso, head, and right foot. When I was a child...:: Thankfully, I was born to a rich family. Why is that thankful? Well what had been done to me cost more than a pretty penny. See, I was born with an extremly weak heart which didn't have the power to pump blood to my limbs, excluding my right leg. Within a few weeks they became numb and which normally would mean I would die. Instead, my parents paid off a group of scientists to develope metal limbs for me so I would be able to live life like a normal person. With some more money and time, I under went surgery to remove the dead ones and was given the new metalic arms and leg. As I grew older, these old models were replaced with larger ones to better suite my body.
Why'd that change? Well, my parents kicked the bucket. Yeah, I'm an orphan now. That's the only reason I agreed to go to this school. There's no way I can pay for my own updates and improvements, so maybe I'll be able to get some help with that here. The Country who wants to buy me...:: N/A Who's cute? Well...:: Let's just say I'd love to have a spirit medium around for those tough times... My personality:: Well, proud for one. Short tempered for another. After living a spoiled childhood, it's hard to get out of the habit to complain and pull a small fit everytime something doesn't go your way; Although, after the drama queen moment is done, I'm good to pick myself up off the floor and do what has to be done. For that reason, I'd like to call myself somewhat brave and independent. Did I mention proud? The Puppetmaster:: x Second Setback x You asked my name?::Alexander BrandtWhat about my age?::18My gender? You can't tell!?::MaleRace is something too personal, but...::HumanI don't like to brag, but...::Alex posses the ability to manipulate magnetic fields, thus allowing him to manipulate and control metallic objects with his willpower. This could simply come as bending a spoon, to something more complicated like trying to stop a moving bullet. He can "sense" metal around himself allowing him to manipulate metal that he can't see, it is almost like a sort of sixth sense for him. He could also manipulate the magnetic field around himself to cause him to float and even fly if he tried hard enough. He can also use this ability to shape metal objects into different things, such as a pole or a bridge, maybe even a stairway.When I was a child...::Alexander grew up in a more worse part of Germany, his mother had actually been a prostitute and his father was a unknown John. Alexander doesn't really know who his father really is, after being raised in the sort of environment like the rough streets Alex became very self-reliant. Even at a young age he was a very smart child, he had to take to thieving to help support his mother. He disliked the men she would see and they often where very abusive to his mother and sometime himself. Eventually it ended as all things do, his mother had been becoming increasingly depressed and she eventually overdosed on illegal drugs.
Alex was hurt by this but he was also emotionally detached no longer having anyone that he loved he became a mask to the outside world. He would seem for all intents and purposes a charming boy, but underneath it was all simply an act as he really did not care for anyone or their problems. He grew older and as soon as he reached adolescence things began to change, he would find spoons moving before he touched them, spare change coming to his hand. At the time he had very little control of it and it would often get him into trouble as jewelry would "mysteriously" end up in his pocket. But that was the least of his problems as authorities and odd men would sometimes come looking for him at night. He was never able to stay in one place for long, and then shortly after his eighteenth birthday IT arrived. . .The Country who wants to buy me...::Who's cute? Well...::N/AMy personality::Alexander for all intents and purposes is a rather charming boy, very polite and courteous, however if you ever catch him alone you would notice there is nothing there. It's as though everything is a lie, the polite and charming young man you often see is nothing more then a mask. He really has no goals and from a young age he had a real problem connecting with people especially after his mother died. He has never really had a chance to communicate with people his own age nor had a chance to be a kid. He was forced to grow up all at once at such a very young age that he just is mentally screwed up.The Puppetmaster::The Prototype Alex Mercer
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:19 am
White/Black List White List: Chibi-Onee-San, for making a reference to Star Wars!
Madly.Loved.Cupcake, Is there a reason why she shouldn't be?Black List:
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:20 am
News Report While Chibi is out, the students are taking a break and settling into there dorms or getting some food to eat. After that they will go back to the gym and finish the introductions.
Foreshadowing: Make friends and not enemies!
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:21 am
Dorms Once dorms are filled, the thread will close. One person per dorm. Girls Dorm: Room 1: Laine Patreel Filias Room 2: Jane Doe AKA "Maggie" Room 3: Evelyn Petrov Room 4: Madison Valatin Men's Dorm: Room 1: Rune Harris Room 2: Caspian Andrew Marquette Room 3: Room 4: Alexander Brandt
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:23 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:24 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:55 am
We're suppose to play by the rules...Rune Harris An ebony black van pulled up to the large school slowly, the windows to the car were tinted to the point were no one could see in, but anybody in, could see out. Rune didn't take time to look at the outside of the school, since he figured he would have plenty of time to do that later. Plus the way he saw it was the inside of the school was were most of his time would be spent, so why waste time and stare at the outside?
He didn't really have an mixed feelings about coming to this school, he was indifferent, and there was really only two reason he was happy about coming; he was finally getting out of his dumpy little town and he could finally go back to being a zero. Something he enjoyed and took pride in being. As the van came to a stop, the door was quickly opened and Rune was practically shoved out of the van along with all of his belongings. Without so much as a 'Have fun' the van sped off into the distance as if it had a better place to be. Rather pissed off, Rune got to his feet and dusted himself before picking up the small black duffel bag that contained all his belongings, and slinging it over his shoulder. Now, that he was out of the car, he did take a brief moment to look at the academy, it was rather large, but Rune was seemingly unimpressed.
Rune sighed and put his hood up as he trudged off towards the academy doors. In the past Rune found that people tended to bother him less if he had his hood up and his head down, and that was just what he wanted; not to be bothered.
OOC; Ack! So short!!...Because if we don't, then why should anybody?
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:40 am
ℒaine Patreeℓ ℱiℓias
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I'll wash away your whispers with the haze of my past tense.xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLike an overbearing god I'll collide into your present.
------------------------------------  W hen the van arrived she had felt an almost gratifying favor. She questioned the reasoning why anyone would dare to take her, she, a young woman who looked far from human. Was she really so potent that she endangered lives. Did they need to lock her up to ensure she would do no harm.C ertainly not. Laine was a rather quiet girl who wouldn't harm anything with her own two hands. It was her presence that got on people's nerves. She was born looking different, sickly. Apparently they had named her for some folkloric ghost. It was a sad story really, filled with grievances.S he remained quiet throughout the entire ride, waiting until they had arrived before even standing. Someone had come out in a hurry before she could have stood. She didn't care though, and so she went about her slow pace.A small smiled quivered on her lips as she eyed the place she would be staying. In all honesty, she didn't care about the reasoning, only that she had a place to stay were she, hopefully, would not be feared. F ollowing after the guy ahead of her but not uttering a word in his directions, she was soon by the doors, grazing the lass. Where she walked, a faint mist hung. It looked nearly spiritual.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:33 am
.::.Caspian Marquette.::. We wake in the morning,
Sleep still at night… A third black van rolled to a stop just before the school. Inside it sat a young man of nineteen, looking out the window in a rather bored fashion. His eye seemed a little glossed over; damp, almost like he was crying, but nothing passed his eyes. His thoughts were elsewhere, he barely watched the new scenery roll into view at the school; he was too busy thinking about his house, the things he might have left at home. More than anything, he was concerned for his aunt, who was still sitting at that old house with her cats, and had been left alone again. He had hated leaving her more than anything else, simply because in those six some years he’d been living with her, she’d grown accustomed to having him nearby. Besides that, she was getting old, and with her husband dead and Caspian gone, she wouldn’t have anyone to take care of her. Even if they weren’t directly related and they weren’t particularly close, Caspian was still aloud to worry about her. It didn’t mean he planned to go back and see her, but it did occupy his thoughts and distract him from the ghost of a small child that sat in the empty seat beside him.
As the Van engine clicked off, Caspian picked up his back pack and duffle bag then climbed out of the car. He wasn’t up to waiting for instructions, it had been a long ride and he would do anything to get out and stretch his legs. The bright sunlight hurt a little compared to the dark filtered light inside the van, and he was forced to raise a hand to his eyes to block the light for a moment. With his free hand, he shouldered the weight of his bags then headed toward the front door. Behind him, the little boy’s ghost trailed along, whining and complaining about how he was bored and how Caspian was ignoring him, but it did little good. Even while the little boy proceeded to cry about everything and give Caspian a horrid headache, the older boy continued to ignore him. His hand that had covered his eyes slowly moved down to his side and clenched into a fist out of frustration. Kids could be really, really, annoying.
Finally, just before the door of the building, Caspian turned to look back at the transparent figure that was following so close behind him. For a moment the boy looked cheerful to finally be recognized after the hours and hours he’d been bothering the teenage medium, but the look on Caspian’s face quickly dissuaded him from any extensive amount of joy. “I’m here to stop seeing you. Now will you please leave me be? I can’t spend every waking moment helping you, I’m sorry. The best way I can think of for you to have fun is to be your parents’ brand new poltergeist, alright? Go have fun and leave me alone, I can’t be your play mate all the time Collin.” Caspian remarked, hoping it would get the little boy to just disappear. Collin stared at him for a long moment, before he smiled and disappeared away from Caspian, something about the idea of bothering his living parents must have intrigued him. Admittedly, Caspian felt a little guilty for cursing the poor kid’s parents with that torment, but it was better than being followed anymore himself.
Free of his invisible follower, Caspian walked the last few steps to the doors, only to realize that in his frustration and ignorance of the little boy, he’d managed to ignore two others that were standing just before the door. At the sight of them, he thought them both a bit odd, but then again, he wasn’t one to talk, he’d just been speaking to some invisible little boy after all. On the other hand, at least in dress he looked normal. His black pants hung right over the edge of his shoes. The shirt tails of his white button up hung out from beneath the buttoned black vest. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to just bellow his elbow and the top button of his shirt was undone. The matching jacket had landed in his duffle bag a while before, about five minutes after he’d gotten in the van. The only reason he bothered to look even semi professional with the items he wore was because his aunt had asked him to look presentable and forced him into a suit. Normally, a pair of jeans and a guys V-neck T-shirt did fine for him, but he was happy enough to accommodate his caretaker, at least until they were far enough apart that she wouldn’t see him discard the professional portions of the outfit.
He liked to think he dressed like any other nineteen year old boy, and therefore, the sight of the other two kind of caught him off guard. The boy at the door looked rather normal, maybe a bit shady in that hoodie, but not really unusual. The girl, on the other hand, was far from normal. There was a mist that followed her, almost like a… ghost. Oh dear god, he’d never be rid of them. Just when he got rid of annoying little Collin, he was standing right beside another one. Admittedly, she seemed far more tangible, but he was having a hard time coping with the fact that there were ghosts at this new school. Just when he thought he’d be rid of them.Never knowing
of the world we missed,
While our eyes were shut so tight. .::.Ghosts are all around Us.::.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:08 pm
The sea is the home of water. All water is off on a journey.. • • Evεlyη Pετяσv • • The next black van had started to cruise towards the school. Inside was a young female, with purple-black hair and heterochromia. She was sketching in a sketchpad, a tiger in grass. Her name was Evelyn, and she had a small knack for drawing. She was someone who could picture what they wanted to draw and draw it as if it came right out of their mind. The petite girl had closed the sketch pad as the van slowly came to a stop. Keeping the pad in her left hand, Evelyn took the blue bag and got out of the van before anything was said to her. Taking a small look around, Evelyn made a small side to herself as she began to walk. Her long legs in the black pants she wore had moved slowly as she did not want to be out in the open for very long. Evelyn had taken note of others, and a peculiar girl with a mist that followed her. Keeping to herself, Evelyn had gripped her sketch pad before entering the building.
Taking a look around, Evelyn stepped away from the door and leaned against the wall a moment. She sighed, as she did not enjoy this for the moment. It seemed gloomy at the moment, making the small girl feel uncomfortable with the atmosphere. Opening the sketch pad, she went to the drawing of the tiger she had been working on moments ago. Evelyn began to sketch some clouds in the sky and adding darkness to it to make it look like storm clouds. Evelyn drew lightning in the background, making the entire scene change from peaceful, to dark. For now, Evelyn didn't care.
ooc; Crappy first post >.< ..Unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 1:24 pm
We're suppose to play by the rules...Rune Harris Rune soon found, that the door right door that led into the school was locked, and he just assumed the left was too, so he didn't bother to check it."Great. Pick you from your house, drive 12 hours straight to get here, then the doors locked. This is just fantastic!" he grumbled, to no one in particular, as he had not yet noticed the two figures approaching him. While waiting for someone to open up the doors, Rune debated on whether or not to show off what made him a freak. He decided against it, but he was starting to second guess his decision on coming to this school. He was, indeed, a little eager to meet some other freaks like himself, but he wasn't quite sure. He had never really been one to socialize, in fact he found it a waste of time, but how else was he suppose to meet the people that were much like himself? He wasn't a psychic or anything. Though, things would be a lot easier if he was.
He looked up slightly and noticed the two other freaks standing before him. One was a ghostly looking girl, who seemed to have some form of mist trailing behind her, and the other a male, who looked normal enough, but was definitely over dressed for the occasion. He didn't bother saying hello, just informed them that the door was locked. "Door's locked," he said in quite voice, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He wondered what made them freaks, but didn't bother asking, for he in time he would find out.
Which was the second reason why the young male did not show the two what he could do, because in time they would find out. That and again, drawing attention to himself was not his things. It never had been and probably never would be. He had been sent to the principal's office enough times for refusing to give oral presentation, this of course only drew more attention than he wanted to himself. Eventually he had developed a reputation among the teachers and they all together had given on trying to get him to talk in front of the class or participate in group activities.
Rune propped himself up against the door and looked up at the sky, letting his body bask in the sunlight. As sunny and nice as it seemed outside, Rune could feel a lightning storm coming. This put a small smile on the young lads face, lightning was the most pure form of electricity. Whenever storms like the one that was about to come, came, he always tried his best to absorb some of their power.
He watched a new girl get out of the van and walk straight past him and open the left door to school and walk in. His cheeks turned a shade of red and Rune cursed himself for not trying the other door handle, as the door was a double door. He quickly made his way into the school headed towards the gymnasium, as that was where the sign with the arrow had directed him to go. He wasn't sure what was waiting for him and the others in the gym, but he figured the quicker he got there then the quicker he would be able to go to his dorm and seclude himself from social interaction....Because if we don't, then why should anybody?
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:31 pm
ℒaine Patreeℓ ℱiℓias
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I'll wash away your whispers with the haze of my past tense.xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLike an overbearing god I'll collide into your present.
------------------------------------ Laine hadn't said a word as she drew close to the boy by the door. Not to him, nor anyone else who had approached. She seemed lost, out of this world and into another, another where only she existed. Her fingertips traced pictures over the glass. Surprising ly they were quite enchanting. Nothing but nature. She had drawn a small tree and it remained there, the fog leaving her fingers seemed to have been able to imprint glass panes.
Though she had only been waiting for the first to open the door, his attempt had failed and he walked away, leaving it to a girl who had made haste in his impatient ways, proving he just hadn't wiggled the knob enough.
She looked to the girl, gave a soft smile and then turned her head to take in any other who had arrived. Another boy had caught her attention. Something about the way he stared at her nerved her. It looked like irritation but for some reason, it had just caused a heat to rise in her cheeks.
"It's rude to stare." She finally spoke. Her words were cool, calm, and yet despite the odd unsure tone she used, they were mesmerizing. She turned around. She knew nothing of what others could do, and what she could do, it was plain for all to see, out in the open and fully viewable.
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