[[.Greener.Grass.]] [[.Semi-lit.Powers.RP]] [[.Open...ish.]]

[BlissfulFarrago]

[[@JJRose: Sure, that's good. :3

@Velvet Lining: Accepted. C:

Uh...he could have very large ears and/or could be mute? xD

@Viriami: Haha, hair manipulation=awesome. 8D Accepted.


Fwee, we will be starting momentarily~ 8D So I'll probably double post. *shot* xD]]

[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

{Sures, let's go with mute C: I'm on my phone so I wont be able to make a real post till later :C}

[BlissfulFarrago]

[Goody. 8D No worries~

So, the RP will be starting immediately after the continuation I wrote in the first part. To begin with, the characters can be at the square watching/performing/whatever. xD In the morning, the announcement about what's going to happen will come out. :3]

Ankica

Ankica lay in her bed, thinking. Her old nanny, Jain, had frequently taken her to the square to see the show on saturday nights. It was their secret, Jain had said, that Ankica had to go to learn about the people like her...the freaks. Ankica didn't know where Jain was now, but she would surely be enslaved within the week. Ankica sat up, suddenly filled with determination and recklessness. Her world was about to fall apart; why not help it along?

She lept from her bed. Hastily, she released her hair, shook the powder out of it. She rubbed off the makeup. Ankica threw on a long, brown cloak, the one she never wore. Walking quickly into the front room of her suite, Ankica left a note, saying that she was ill and not to wake her up. Hopefully that would keep her mother from coming in and checking on her.

Ankica ran to her balcony, breathing heavily. And this time she jumped.

...

The jump was not so far, thought Ankica, as she rolled onto the ground. She left the glowing windows of her house behind, and began her journey to the square. She kept in the shadows, her hood up, blending in. Being recognized or seen as a woman alone would be a bad thing indeed. By the time she got to the square, darkness had fallen, and the acts were beginning. The flickering torches distored everything: Ankica was safe.

Still, it was best not to draw attention to herself. Quietly, she moved through the crowd, trying not to call attention to herself. Fire burst in the corner of Ankica's vision. She turned and saw a fire freak performing. There she was, only a little way away from someone just like her. She edged closer, watching intently. She felt a little jealous, in fact; the performer was doing things that Ankica had never even thought of.

Could...could Ankica manipulate the performer's fire? She gestured lightly with one hand, and one of the rings of fire twitched. No one in the cheering crowd noticed, but the performer did; he frowned. Then Ankica thought of an idea. She closed her eyes, imagined what she wanted, clenched her fists. She opened her eyes in time to see the fire turn blue for an instant. The crowd broke out into louder cheers. The performer looked around venemously, trying to figure out who was changing his routine.

As Ankica walked away, she hoped he was jealous of the unknown performer's ability--of her ability.

[[Wahhhh, that was a crappy post. >< Sorry. I'll do my Andrew's intro later...]]

[JJRose]

Julia did not walk the streets,lay in her bed chambers or stare at the stars hoping life would erase her freak powers and make her a normal girl. No. Julia sat in the woods far from her village home in the city of Evexle. She sat on the wet grass talking to her only real friend. A wolf. This wolf was black with deep amber eyes, he understood her better then anyone else. He listned to her probelms and made sure to always be there for her. Julia's cloak hung around her shoulders black and discreet, hiding her from the scared looks of the villagers. "I don't understand anymore Kisharu, Why can't they just realize that out powers make us unique? Why can't they see we are no harm to them?" She had wondered this many times before and always thought it a waste to think about it. Kisharu growled something back and lifted his shoulders in a kind of shrug. Julia sighed and twirled a strand of her hair. The wind blew steadily and her hair flew freely showing the swirl tattos around her face and neck that glowed in the dark and whenever she felt alone. She shifted and laid on the ground a bed of leaves under her, she couldn't go back to her home she felt alone and out of place there where here she felt at ease and home. She closed her eyes like always hoping it was all a dream and she would wake up in her mother's arms, but as always when she did she was right where she always was sitting here with Kisharu hoping the new day would spring new hope.

(

That really sucked but practice makes perfect)

[honeydont]

{I love your character, Viriami. Awesome power. x3 Yay, we can start!}

Thomas stood in the corner of the square, out of the way for the most part. He'd preformed earlier, and had had a lovely time switching the colors of the ladies' dresses. He glanced down at his fingers, which were stained pink and green. Absent-mindedly, Thomas bent down and touched the ground, watching the cobblestone turn green. He smiled, enjoying his talents. A slight flicker of blue caught his attention and he glanced up. The fire-preformer was looking positively green, incesnsed at something or other. Thomas spotted a girl hiding in the shadows behind him. Curious, he stood up and trailed after her.

[ossa di cervo]

Kaycee Elizabeth Raines
I'm not p e r f e c t, but I k e e p tryin'
Cause that's what I said I would do from the s t a r t.

It was a nice evening as dark settled over the square and Kaycee leapt off of the ledge she'd been seated on. It was time to start her routine. She stood proud, her bright green mohawk catching light from several different performers as well as the light posts around her. She cupped her hands around her mouth and began her small song like chant,

"Alright, alright, now, gather 'round,
There's something new thats just been found.

What's once been lost,
Can be seen without cost.

A few coins count, but really,
Who's counting?

This very night,
I kid you not,

You shall find those you miss,
And give them a last kiss,

So gather 'round,
One and all,
Come watch the spirits,
That dance on my fingertips."

Kaycee finished her little tune with a grin. A few watchers were gathered now and she bowed down low and winked, "You won't be disappointed, folks." A few on-watchers sneered or gave her a thumbs down but Kaycee rolled it off her shoulders and pointed at a random citizen, "Tell me, young man, what's your name?" The man, a rather attractive bloke raised a brow, "The name's Charles." Kaycee clapped her hands twice and grinned, "Good, good. Now tell me, Charles, did you recently lose a small tabby kitten?" The man's eyes widened for a moment and he gulped, "Yes. Yes I did. Her name was Emily."

Kaycee clapped again, three times now and bent down as if to retrieve something, "Did you say good-bye, Charles?" She looked up before picked up whatever it was she was reaching for to see the man near tears, "No." Kaycee lifted herself up without grabbing what it was she was after and placed her hands on Charles's shoulder, "Don't worry, chap, now's your chance." Charles gave her a confused looked before Kaycee knelt down again and this time picked up what she was after. A small cat was now in her arms, though it was pale in color and had an odd aura resonating from it. "Say hello to Emily, folks!" Charles looked at the kitten's ghost with tear brimmed eyes before rushing forward and embracing the spirit, "How on earth did you do that?! Oh, my beloved Emily!" Kaycee coughed, "Careful, don't remove her from my touch or she'll vanish again." Charles just nodded numbly as he stroked the cat with caution.

Kaycee was enjoying her time with Charles when she heard a new voice shout out beside her, "You stupid performers don't deserve to live!" Her gaze shot to the side to see a well toned male approaching one of the female performer's near her with his fists bundled. "One moment, Charles, I'll find your Emily again after I get done there.. or here. Whatever." Kaycee dropped Emily, who's existence vanished like powered sugar dropping out of a bag. She stomped toward the performer, in a fury, "Hey! Don't you touch that girl. Take me on." The male spun to face her, his face red with anger. Kaycee wasn't sure what this other performer had done but she looked relieved when Kaycee stepped in for her. "You damn performers need to learn your place!" With those words he rushed at Kaycee with his first flying through the air. Kaycee dodged quickly to the side and threw her fist into his stomach. The man hunched over in pain and Kaycee rolled her eyes. She was used to the stupidity of these on-watchers, always under estimating the strength of a performer, "At least be up for a fight if you're going to try and take a performer on."

The man ran off after spitting at Kaycee's shoes and she rolled her oddly pupiled (<-- That's not a word:D) eyes as she turned back to Charles and picked the kitten's ghost up again. She was getting annoyed with all the stubborn male watchers, thinking they could step all over the performers. She just needed someone willing to lead a revolution of sorts to find her.

((Mer, not much in the way of opening Kaycee up for interaction, but me thinks someone should talk to her. :3 Or at least interrupt her ghost talkin'.. or somethin'. xD))

[average]

Faust blinked her blue eyes at the window. Her small little cottage was just at the right angle to see the square and the performers. She swept her brown hair up and began braiding it, watching through the tiny round window as she did. How many times had she looked out this very window and watched the performers? How could there do that to themselves? She though, though a tiny part of her wished she had the courage to do the same. Carefully, she tying the end of her braid with thick wool thread (that she had previously taken off her favorite dress, as it was a loose thread and she knew that it would come it handy), and pulled on it to make sure it wouldn't fall off.

Satisfied, Faust opened a drawer and pulled out a soft blue dress that was actually quite warm, and pulled it over her head. She also put on her gray stocking and boots. She stepped out of her room into the living room / kitchen and opened the door outside, taking her ragged black cloak off the hook that it had been resting on. She smiled to herself and stepped out into the cold. "Tonight is the night of new beginnings." Faust whispered to herself. Faust took her long braid and clasped it in her hand and went closer to the dim light of the square.

She watched from the nook of her cottage trail as the scene rolled before her. The angry man yelling at the performer after she had performed her trick, but it wasn't enough for him. And she saw how the girl ran over and yelled at him, and how she dodged his giant fist as it swung toward her jaw. Faust felt her jaw drop a bit at how skillfully the girl had done that, and felt her eyes narrow as he spit on her shoes. Still, she supposed it was better than being hit in the jaw. But Faust good have fixed that, so it wouldn't have mattered.

The girl had a green mohawk and lots of tattoos. Faust couldn't see her face all that well, but she could tell that this girl's tells were particularly odd. Which brought her to her own tell. She felt the dots that wrapped around her left ankle warm up, and she felt her body slowly get warmer, which which nice against the crisp night breeze.

Faust took long strides down to the square so that she could get there faster, It was a bit difficult, seeing as she was four or five inches below average height; one of her tells. Beginning to jog, she reached the square and skidded to a halt. Though it was of much contrast, she tentatively started toward the green-haired girl, hoping she wasn't rude, like the few people that Faust had spoken to in her life.

[ [ Sorry about it's lack of, well anything good, really. I don't have any idea as to how to edit it. >w< ] ]

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Avery Tyler Whitlock:

Arising from his large, Avery through his legs over the side, a silent groan wafted through the air. He stood, pasting a smile onto his face as his mother rushed in. "Hurry now, we have company" She whispered, knowing he was sensitive to sound. The tall, spindly woman pushed him towards his mirror, forcing a cool, metal brush into his hand. She whipped around, pulling out clothes from the large closet on the other end of the room; laying them out on his bed. Walking over to the attached bathroom, dipping a cloth into a bowl of freshly changed, cool water; his mother then proceeded to wipe his olive colored face clean of oil. "Now hurry and get dressed" She ordered, closing the large door behind her softly. Avery let out a silent sigh before taking the brush through his shaggy blond hair, then molding it into place using a cream his mother had given him. Quickly changing out of his bed clothes and shoving on the neatly pressed, 'acceptable' clothing. He took a quick glance in the mirror, to make sure he was presentable. Avery's silver eyes flashed as he slipped silently out of the room, moving like a ghost through the house towards the parlor where the unknown guests waited.

{Sorry it's short, but I'm supposed to be doing homework XD}

[BlissfulFarrago]

[[Oh, by the way, guys, interaction between characters might be a little low in this RP. x3 Because of all the business and such, especially at night. But I was once in an RP where the characters wandered all over a country, each sort of wrapped up in their own story, sometimes interacting with each other or joining together. It was actually a lot of fun, believe it or not. xD So...just keep trying to get involved, and keep going?

Wait, what? I'm sorry, I guess I'm not especially articulate today. xD I probably just confused more people...]]


Ankica

A fight was breaking out. Ankica shrunk away, afraid and worried. I was awful the way that man was shouting about the freaks, but she wasn't going to get involved. After all, she was one of those freaks. She hurried away faster, trying to remain unseen. Unfortunately, Ankica's speed caused her hood to fall off, and her unnaturally colored hair glinted in the firelight. Panicking, she pulled up her hood again, looked around, hoping no one saw. She ducked between people in the crowd.

She never saw the young man who was following her...

[[Sorry, Ankica's a bit of a wimp when it actually comes to doings things. x3]]

Andrew

"Wanna see time stopped? Wanna see the very thing that keeps life going altered? This way, this way!"

Andrew waited on on a wooden box. He had hired the boy as his caller. Some performers did their calling themselves, but Andrew had never managed to be loud or forceful enough. And so he waited. He felt the mental walls going up, seperating him from the real him. He wasn't Andrew anymore; he was the time-manipulating freak.

When a large enough crowd arrived, he slowly bowed. Then he began. He slowed time to a halt, the sounds fading away. He would start small. He turned around on his box, facing the other direction. Time resumed.

Andrew heard the whispers: "Wait..." "Wasn't he..." "Oh, wow...wha...?" A few coins clinked in his box.

He smiled, bowed, and stopped time again. He turned back around and jumped off his box. Started time again, more coins.

Did it again, moved farther away, more coins.

Did it again, grabbed a feather from a man's hat, waved it to a laughing crowd, more coins.

Finally, he was ready for the finale.

"Who would like to come outside of time with me?" he asked, bowing at a group of giggling young ladies. Andrew never would have been able to do that in real life without turning the color of a ripe cherry tomato. He waited for a volunteer.

[[If one of the hider freaks wants to volunteer, that would be pretty awesome. :D If not, he'll just pick a normal person~]]

[WalkerNom]

{Guys don't go too far without me, I have to post, but I am limited on time right now, posting tomorrow!}