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

[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

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

{-raises hand- I'll have my other hider volunteer, hold on a minute C:}

[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

Quincy Alyssa Aaron:

Rushing through the dark streets, the smells of the city rising into her nose. Ugh. Quincy's face was hidden by a dark hood, casting a shadow over her amber eyes. Come. She ordered her worn leather bag that had just slipped from her grasp and now lay upon the street. It flew to her fingertips, Quincy's eyes darted around, watching for others. Soon the sound of the performers reached her ears, a wonderful sound that relaxed her. She slowed her pace to a medium paced walk, moving casually through the people, weaving back and forth. Quincy pulled the hood from her head, releasing her dark waves of hair that were pulled up into a fancy bun. Her eyes snagged on one particular performer {Andrew} , hearing his question.

"Me."

{Sorry it's weird XD -pokes halfway done homework-}

[honeydont]

Thomas knew that it was awfully rude to follow someone, but he just couldn't help himself. He'd seen her manipulate that fire, he was sure of it. He strolled down the street, trying his best to look inconspicious. Something that doesn't exactly work when you're six foot five and, well, a freak. Several people glared at him as they passed by, and one man shoved against him with his shoulder. Thomas stumbled to the side, throwing his hand out to catch his fall. The shoulder of the man's coat turned bright pink and Thomas scurried away before he could spot him. He kept his eyes locked on the girl the entire time, and they widened when he saw her bright red hair. That sealed it. She was most definately a freak.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Veronica Madigan Flyte raised her hands above her strangely silver hair, long-sleeved white shirt covering up the celtic vine Tell on her left arm. "Gather around, one and all!" she called to the jeering crowd. Nearby, they had just witnessed a fight between a broad-shouldered young man and another of the performers, and Veronica could use that to her advantage. "You've just witnessed a fistfight- a joke, if you will. In this performance you shall see weapon tricks of a kind you have never seen before." Stepping back into the guttering light of a torch, which set her hair off perfectly, the young woman produced two shining daggers from her sleeves and held them aloft with a broad, slightly evil smile.

[WalkerNom]

Why must I hide?
Because I'm different?

Felicity couldn't wait for the bright colors of the sun to fade into a deep blue, nightfall. As soon as it came she was free to move around town, of course she'd still have to hide her face, the tells of her curse, but at least she could go out. On her face, of course, her face were tiger-like markings that, when she used her powers, would glow slightly. Many times before, she thought of disguising them as makup, and she could, but she felt that she didn't have the ability to lie about them like that.

Tonight was different from any other night though, tonight their was a great preformance. One where freaks just like her were gathered around in one place. The only difference was they showed off their powers for entertainment and she barely used them at all. Yes, she was able to go to this one, her amazing family had granted her permission to go out this one night and get to know others like her.

"I'll be back as soon as things start to go wrong." She joked to her parents before leaving and pulling up the hood of her good coat, in the night, the hood would shade her markings. She turned one around to see her parents still in the doorway watching her walk off. She turned back around and continued to walk to town where the "Freaks" would be performing. Soon she could hear the laughter of people and the flickering of flames in the distance, she was getting close. But when she got a bit closer, she realized that there had been a fight amoungst a performer and a man that was once watching in the crowd.

She rushed to join the back of the crowd where no one would ever hope to look for a "Freak" and watched as another performer called out. Her attention was jerked towards her and she watched intently as she saw the glint of two daggers apear in her hands. She wondered if that "Freak" had the same type of power as her, the ability to make things appear out of thin air.

{Sorry for the suckishness of this post, its been awhile since I've posted and I wanted to get this one done. Anyone can walk up to her and talk to her right now!}

[BlissfulFarrago]

Ankica


Ankica dashed under the awning of a nearby store and tucked her knees to her chest as she sat on a bench. Squinting into the semi-darkness, she tried to figure out exactly where she was, but to no avail. She was utterly lost. It was a mistake to come here, she thought. Ankica hadn't a clue where she was, and she couldn't even ask anyone. She hated herself for being so helpless. A sudden tingling feeling began in her nose warned her she was about to cry.

Ankica stuck her face into the crook of her arm, feeling like an idiot. Her rash decision hadn't exactly worked out.



Andrew

"Me," came a voice from the crowd. A skinny, dark-haired girl stepped up.

"And we have a volunteer!" called Andrew. He hoped she was rich, and would tip well for this. Then he immediately felt greedy and guilty for thinking like this. But if she wasn't rich, the watchers wouldn't pay much for what could obviously be a plant in the audience. These two views seemed to be warring inside Andrew, and they were making him uncomfortable. He tried to forget about it.

Andrew took the girl's hand and did what was the easiest thing in the world for him: he slowed time to a stop. Silence reigned as he dropped the normal's hand.

"Welcome to the outside of time." He smiled at her, and again hoped she was rich.

[JJRose]

Julianna sighed she sat up and looked at Kisharu "I must go Kish it's not like anyone misses me but I want to watch the performers," Kish whined slightly but stood yawned and stretched the shaking his pelt he leaped into the pines. Julianna pulled her cloak over her head and wrapped it around get shoulders walking slowly from the forest. Owls hooted in the trees and birds nestled down in their nests folding their wings and closing their black eyes. Julianna was barefoot wearing a short black dress. The wind blew around her legs as she quicker her pace hearing the music of the performers she walked into the cobblestone street running to the music the stone cold on her bare soles as she stepped in puddles and avoided glances if people walking along the street.

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Quincy Alyssa Aaron :

Her jaw dropped, her pale skin flashing in the dark. "Wow" The single word was the only thing that would come out, with a deep breath she turned to him, gripping his hand painfully hard. "How did you do that?" Her amber eyes were filled with curiosity, she wanted to show him what she could do as well. Biting her lip, Quincy's mind fought with itself. She reached her free hand under her cloak and into her bag, bringing out a handful of golden coins, raising them to his other hand. "Here." Quincy's heart began to race, fearful of being discovered, her parents were rich and often drunk. Even in their drunken stupor they were still very protective of her. Her hair was up and she turned her head away, unknowingly flashing her tattoos towards the performer. Quickly running through the choices in her head, heading down the riskier path. "Wait, before you start it again can you make a deal with me? If I show you something, will you stop time again?"

Avery Tyler Whitlock :

A silent sigh slipped from his lips as he waved to his parents guests in farewell, backing silently back up the house. Moving without making a sound was his talent. Avery grabbed a long coat and a dark hat, throwing them on quickly before walking onto his balcony and dropping to the ground from his two story room. A sharp pain raced up his shins, but he landed right and the pain dulled after a moment. He walked quickly through the shadows towards the main area where the performers were, it was the only place he felt normal. Shoving his gloved hands deep into his pockets he sped up, almost in a run until he broke into the jostling street.

[WalkerNom]

{Would anyone be willing to interact with Felicity?}

[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

{-waves arms- Me :3 Just after I get an answer to this question. Blissful, instead of sound manipulation, would a better power be the ability to put thoughts or images into a persons mind through physical contact be better? Or even without physical contact? Cause then he could communicate XD}