Tomberton // Teens with powers // Semi Lit

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"Alright let's go I know of a good place" Jay said
WB!

[bast,]

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18 ♙ Alone ♙ In his house ♙ Single ♙ Wearing
Eventually, Chris's computer started up. He set his violin carefully down on the bed, and opened up Portal 2. He started up is most recent game, and began to play through the levels, chuckling every time GLaDos made a snarky comment. That is, before she turned into a potato. After about 15 minutes, boredom set in. He found himself mindlessly making his ways through the levels, carelessly dying at least twice before moving on to the next game save. Eventually he quit out of the game and set his computer to sleep mode. He spun around in his chair, and hung his head back, letting out a soft sigh. He picked his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he came across Opal. He thought for a moment before turning his phone sideways, opening up the text screen. What are you up to? He typed quickly, with perfect grammar. He always made a point to use proper English when texting, unlike most other people his age. It always made his mum happy, thats for sure.

After his phone informed him that the text had been sent, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and made his way downstairs. He plopped down on the sofa, grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him and turning on the TV. He pressed the netflix button at the bottom, and scrolled through the movies and shows. He'd been hearing a lot of good things about Supernatural lately, and so decided to settle on that for a while. Luckily, his Mum and Maureen had made their way upstairs to do whatever it is they are doing now, so he had the whole bottom floor to himself for the time being.

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As Opal wandered aimlessly through the sleepy town square, casting her gaze over all of the carefully crafted goods the local residents had created to make a living, her phone buzzed in her back pocket, accompanied by the "item get" tune from the Legend of Zelda series. She hadn't changed her tent tone in ages because the simple sound brought back fond memories, all of which accompanied with the feeling of success. She dug her phone out of her pocket and slid it open, a motion that was almost a reflex, seeing as how she rarely ever had money to buy a new phone and the one she had on her had been hers for almost three years.

It was Chris who'd texted her, and reading his simple, yet beautifully typed, text brought a thin smile to her lips. Her quick fingertips moved over the keys, typing out her response. Her grammar wasn't always as great as her friend's, but when she texted, she had a habit of writing a book and thanking her father for signing her up for unlimited messaging. Walking around town. Next time I forget the bakery's closed, someone's gotta tell me beforehand. :T I dressed for being inside and it's cold. Too lazy to walk back home, though. After the sending screen left her phone's cracked surface (Opal wasn't the most careful person...), she slid it back into her back pocket and walked on.

[bast,]

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18 ♙ Alone ♙ In his house ♙ Single ♙ Wearing
Chris only got a few minutes through the episode beeped it's annoying-as-hell texting ringtone. I really need to change that... he quickly thought to himself before digging his phone out of his pocket. He pressed the message bubble, opening up his most recent text, from Opal. As he silently read the text before tilting his screen sideways to bring up the response screen. He held his phone that way for a while, long after the screen went black, thinking of how to reply. Then it hit him. Lightly, not exactly like being hit with a brick. More like a small ball of yarn being tossed at your arm. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned off the TV, grunting as he stood up from such a lazy position. He ran into the kitchen, grabbing his car keys, then running back to the stairs. "Mum, I'm going out for a bit!" He shouted up the stairs, hoping that his mum could actually hear him.

Once he was outside, he unlocked the doors to his sparkling pearl white VW Beetle using the button on his key chain. It didn't take him long before he was on the road, on his way downtown. It took him a few minutes to pull into the actually street of downtown, but he didn't mind. He always loved the scenic route, with the always auburn trees, and deer crossing. It didn't take him very long to find Opal, and pull up beside her. He jingled the key out of the ignition and practically tripped over himself trying to get out of the car. "Hey, surprise." He gave her his goofiest smile as he spoke with his still-thick accent, which he never seemed to have dropped. Not that he minded, at all.

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Opal whirled around to see Chris save himself from an imprompteau meeting with the pavement and raised a hand in greeting. "First day with your new feet?" she teased. Her New England accent, completely regular if not a little thicker than some others, was dramatically different from his English one, though they shared definite roots. She liked how their conversations stood apart from other people's with the soft clashing between their voices. While she loved the town, everyone sounded similar and had similar mannerisms, and it bored her from time to time.

A sudden breeze ruffled her hair and made her shiver. Ever since she started dressing herself, she had a habit of never putting on warm enough clothes. A strong tolerance to the cold came from that, but wind still bothered her a little bit. "What brings you out here so soon?"

[bast,]

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Chris chuckled softly. "Yeah, I got them yesterday, but they don't seem to be working out for me. Maybe I'll go get a refund, and walk around on leg nubs." He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He gave her another one of his goofy smiles, then turned back and opened the car door. "Almost forgot, I brought you something." he said as he reached behind the car seat and grabbed a bundle of cloth. One of his spare hoodies and hats, which seem to fill the back of his car, along with cans of Arnold Palmer. He closed the door once more, and tossed the cloth at Opal. "Well, I didn't exactly bring it. But I knew that I was gonna let you wear it," He chuckled, locking his car, then turning back to her, "So where do you want to go?" It honestly didn't matter to him, whether it was her house, his, or just around town. It's not like he hadn't been to any of those places.

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{{ Can I just say how badly I've been hypnotized by the gif in your siggy? Totally awesome and really pretty. }}

Upon hearing Chris' comment on his legs, Opal giggled softly. Usually, she would've groaned at humor so cheesy, but it just sounded right coming from him, and she was beyond used to hearing similar things from him. "I'd say to go for it, but there've been rumors they don't accept them back used. What a shame," she said, playing along and faking a mopey expression.

"Oh. My. God. Let it be known that on this day, Chris VannRouge saved the life of Opal Sierra. Someone call the dudes who write the history books. You're a lifesaver," she exclaimed while pulling on the hoodie over the deep purple tee she was wearing. The hat went on next, almost totally covering her hair. She found that she had to borrow things like this from her friends more often than most, but shrugged off the fact. "Hm... I'm not sure. Anywhere, really. I've got nowhere to be."

[Unashamed]

Name: Abigail (Abby) Melody Johnson
Age: Thirteen
Picture:
Physical description: Abby is tall, with snow-white hair, brown-black eyes, and is pretty slim. She's quite strong, and knows how to fight, due to her being in several of them in the last few years.
Personality: Could I just RP out?
Gender: Female

Resident or newcomer?: Newcomer. She's been in foster-care since she was eight, and has started living with a family here (open for anyone to RP, or I'll do them)
A short history: Abby's father left her and her twin brother with their mom, when she was only two years old. Her mother was an alcoholic, and would often abuse Abby and her brother, until they were finally put into foster-care at the age of eight. Abby hasn't seen her brother, who's name is Zack, since then, and has been in and out of several foster homes in the last six years.
Likes: Abby likes horses, chocolate, reading, singing, playing any kind of instrument, writing songs, movies, rain, light, sunsets/sunrises, cooler weather
Dislikes: Abby doesn't like to be around other people, drugs, alcohol, her mom, most people, teachers, pants, the dark, warmer weather
Their special power: Abby can control light
Flaws: Abby's left arm was injured once in a fight, so she isn't very capable in doing anything with it; she is scared that she'll never find someone who will love her for being her.

Orientation: Straight
Crush: Nope
Relationship status: She's single, and always has been. She's still waiting for the perfect boy to come along.

Other: Nope

[Soriams]

Name: Jaxon Whitmore

Age: 19

Physical description: Somewhat taller than average, Jax is leanly built with long limbs. However, he is anything but athletic and more thin than muscled. His eyes are black, and he keeps his hair cut short or completely shaved if the mood strikes him. His clothes are utilitarian, but he has a penchant for wearing dark blues and greens that complement his chocolate skin nicely, betraying that he has at least some sense of style even if the clothing itself says otherwise.

Personality: Basically a bookworm, Jax is actually that kind of geeky-nerd that many people find rather charming. He has a head full of trivia and computer knowledge, not to mention random internet memes and obscure video games. He is not so introverted that he can't carry on a conversation, nor is he overly shy. Really though, he has no problems entertaining himself and would be unlikely to go out of his way to attend a party or something like that. He sort of takes the approach of enjoying company when it is available, but leaves it to his 'friends' to decide if they want him around. In other words, call him, because he isn't going to call you unless it is important.

Sex: Male

Gender: Though he dresses and acts neutral, it would be very odd for him to be mistaken for a woman. Honestly he really isn't the sort to put much thought into that kind of thing.

Resident or newcomer?: New enough to seem out of place.

A short history: Born and raised on Mt Dessert Island near Acadia, Jax was always a star student at his tiny little high school. He definitely wasn't one of the popular kids, but in general was able to keep his head down well enough to keep from being tormented. Upon graduating top of his class, he was offered a substantial scholarship to attend the University of Maine in Bangor. His family is not particularly well off, and even though his had the test scores to attend an ivy league school, they insisted that he go UM where he would be close to home. This all was fine with him, until he actually got to Bangor and found out that the only thing worse than being a black kid in Maine was being a black kid with no friends in a city full of people who looked at him like something from Ripley's. He begged his parents to let him transfer down to the University of Southern Maine near Portland, as the city was much more liberal and he thought he could be happy there. However, they flat out refused. There just wasn't enough money to help him move down there and transfer all of his credits. Angry and sad, he decided to heck with all of them and just walked off campus one day. Having full intentions of moving down to Portland, or maybe even go so far as Boston (he had always dreamed of going to MIT) he came across Tomberton and stopped. It was the middle of winter, wretchedly cold and snowy, and the strangeness of the perpetual autumn piqued his curiosity so he stayed. For now, his parents don't even know he is missing from college, as he has just been taking all of his courses online. Even though his heart isn't really in it anymore, the little bit of money they are sending him helps and he doesn't want to say anything lest they cut him off. Hopefully, he will be able to find a job soon, and not have to worry about it.

Likes: Jax enjoys things like computers and games like world of warcraft and starcraft (minecraft too... really anything with 'craft' in it) He loves to read and write, and is fascinated by science. Last year before college he saved up his money and bought an android phone, and he practically lives off the thing when out of the house. If you can pry him away from his computers, he likes simple things, good food and intellectual conversation.

Dislikes: Jax has a severe dislike for judgmental people, having been the brunt of many misconceptions his entire life. He also isn't a huge fan of sports, being particularly bad at most of them, yet another ill-formed joke in many peoples minds.

Their special power: Jax has an eidetic memory, which would be an anomaly in unto itself. However, since arriving in Tomberton he seems to be able to help other people remember things as well, even if they didn't necessarily happen.
Flaws:

Orientation: Gay

Crush: None Yet

Relationship status: Perpetually Single

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{{ Both are accepted. c: }}