S i n s and V i r t u e s {semi lit +} {O p e n}

[-Starchild.Keith-]

(I don't believe I've asked before... Is first person ok or should I use third?)

[~Erica~]

{I don't mind first person, I rp like that often enough as well so go right ahead}

[-Starchild.Keith-]

Sin: Wrath
Power: Dark fire control
Location: Garden
With: No one
Mood: Angry, confused, scared

I was utterly confused about everything at the moment. Why was I here? Was it like, some reform school or something? It's not my fault I was upset about my past life. No one could help me get over my problems so if it was a reform school, I might as well just give up now. Though I'd never seen a reform school with a garden...

With a closed and resigned sigh I resumed my musing as I meandered through the garden. The flowers were utterly beautiful and smelled so lovely... I found an area with lush grass surrounded by gardenias and decided to sit down for a moment. I sat gently and then reclined, staring up at nothing.

I closed my eyes and almost instantly fell asleep. After a few minutes, my mind conjured up images of the past, and this time it decided to remind me of that horrible winter where I lost my dear brother. The entire day flashed before my eyes, but this time... It was different. As Ed was in the water struggling to get out of the water, his eyes locked onto mine. HIs voice was low and crackly and he said, 'You killed me, Sister. It's your fault that I'm dead.' His hand reached up to drag me down. At that moment, I sat up and screamed bloody murder.

[Annwyn]

{{We're starting? Woohoo! ^^}}

.<< Anastesia >>.

|Interactions;
|-None
|location;
|-2nd floor; garden
|physical condition;
|-Tip-Top Shape
|mood;
|-Jittery; Curious
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Anastesia walked slowly through the multiple rows of colorful flowers. She'd never seen most of them before, and some even looked like hybrid plants. Hybrid... She shook her head at the word. She was weird, in virtually every aspect of herself: the way she presented herself, the way she walked, the way she talked. In the eyes of other people, she was a curious thing, like these flowers. Anastesia bent down to look at one in particular. It reminded her of a flower she'd seen on the cover of one of the Twilight books a while back. She'd never read the series, honestly she didn't read many books at all, but she always liked looking at the pictures on the cover of each one. The flower she had found was pure white, save the few inner rings of petals in the middle of the flower; which faded from pure white at the bottom to deep red at the tip. It had no scent though, atleast not one that she could sense.

Anastesia had been in this compound for nearly a week, and ever since day one she felt an urge to visit the garden everyday as part of a daily ritual. It's the closest thing she had to being outside other than the roof, and the roof provided nothing more for her than day dreams of jumping down from it into the grass 5 stories below. She grinned, That would be a thrill wouldn't it? she thought to herself. The nagging urge to do something crazy was always in the back of Anastesia's mind; like an itch she could never scratch. Her hands always shook, as if she were suffering from withdrawl of adrenaline. She knew it couldn't be fixed, and always being jittery made her mood like a roller coaster on crack. Most days she was just itching for a fight, just something to get her heart pumping like it used to. She felt dead without all of it... Anastesia shot upright up as soon as she heard footsteps, but she saw nobody nearby. She figured it was a servant or something, and they were trully the most boring people to follow around.

Anastesia jumped almost 4 feet in the air when she heard someone scream, and looked around in every possible area she could think of a person to be. It didn't take her long to find a heavily-sweating girl with white hair sitting on a patch of grass. "Good lord, what's going on!?" Anastesia had seen this girl only once or twice, her name was Danika something... she couldn't remember. "You okay?" she asked in a softer tone.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

Sin: Wrath
Power: Dark fire control
Location: Garden
With: Anastesia
Mood: Angry, confused, scared

I sat on the ground, panting for a moment with my eyes wide. There was a cold sweat over my entire body and I was shaking. I took a few deep breaths but jumped a bit when someone walked over. I leaned away from them a bit and was ready to shoot a fireball when I recognized Anastesia. I relaxed a bit. Though she was odd, she didn't seem to be someone I would fight with too much.

I looked up at her and gave her a half-grin. It wasn't much, but it wasn't a scowl at least. "I'm fine, don't worry about it. I just fell asleep and..." I couldn't admit that I had dreampt of my past. Heck I couldn't admit my past. I finished lamely, "I had a nightmare. It's nothing, really."I just waved it off, but these dreams had become more frequent. At times, I had even comtemplated things such as suicide. But I didn't have the strength for that.

I slowly stood up and caught my balance before glancing around. How much longer would they hold us here before doing something? I mean, you don't round up a group of strangers (some stranger than others) for no good reason, right? I could control fire. Did that have something to do with it all?

[skïttles]

Kaelani stretched himself out on his favorite leather couch. He was resting in some sort of lounge, a book propped up on his belly. Okay, maybe it was weird, but he really had a thing for the leading male character in the book. His name was William, which Kaelani didn't find a very attractive name, but who really cared? Kaelani was all for exotic names, but he was also all for hot, demon-killing guys with smooth words that could make your heart beat 90-miles-per-minute. The book he was reading, he had to check the title, Clockwork Prince. Kaelani wasn't gay, but he was bi, so he still found males attractive. He set down the book, rubbing his eyes. He had been reading for far too long. He was just obsessed with it, quite honestly. During his younger years he had little to no access to reading, and he didn't even really know how to read. He learned when he was with his father, just before he was brought here. Kaelani dog-eared the page, something he disliked doing because it took down the quality of the book to him, And set it down on the floor. He stretched out on the couch, a yawn spreading his lips.

He slowly stood up, stretching again. He glanced mournfully down at the book, desperately hoping that the expansive library had the next book in the series. He was caught in a tight fight of jealousy with Tessa and thinking that his little crush-with-a-fictional character was absurd. Especially because he was on this place for some reason other than to sit and read, but he didn't care. His brain was filled with pictures of Will. Stupid. His eyes sadly floated around the room. He just needed to wait for a while, then he would get back to reading. Unless something important happened. Unlikely. He still hadn't met anyone. Not that he didn't want to be social, but he still wasn't over his book craze. Mostly Kaelani thought about his past life, or about his infatuation with the character. In fact, if he was Tessa, he would never have had anything for Jem. Just book nonsense though. He suddenly wished that he was an artist. Someone that could draw out his fantasies. Not that they were all good most of the time, but he liked art.

It was absolute chaos. Chaos gave him a good feeling most of the time. And any feeling that Kaelani could get was a feeling that he liked, although some activities gave him greater feelings. Those he generally tried to seek out. Seeking out didn't include sitting around in the lounge like a hermit, but what did he care? He was still doing the best he could to find feelings in things, and experience things like a real person, but he was doing a horrible job. He loved books, books gave him someone's life. In his current book, he took Tessa's life, which he rather liked. He liked almost everything about her life. Especially Will. He also liked the excitement and the danger around every corner. The one thing he didn't like was what she was. Kaelani hated the fact the character who's shoes he was wearing could shift her shape, make her someone else. His personality already felt like someone else was owning it. He didn't need his body doing the same thing. Kaelani shuddered.

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[Gene]

[[ LOL, my name's Danika, too. XD That's so ironic...No one ever uses that for a character name...
Not trying to spam or anything, I just couldn't help it. I had to tell someone. :P]]

Name: Avery Kyle Moore
Sin: Pride
Power: Lie-detector

Avery wandered about the interesting new place, wondering where in the world he was. He wasn't too bothered by it, really. So it threw a wrench in his plans to sit at home watching basketball with some greasy pizza and bubbling root beer in front of him - so what? He could handle this little surprise, figure out who was running the place, and get out of there within a couple of hours. He would really like a beer and he so far hadn't found one, but for now he was content to explore his new environment.

As far as he could tell, there was nothing to entertain him besides the curiosity that kept his legs moving and his eyes peering around corners. He was only on the first floor, though, so he remained hopefully. Avery didn't bother suppressing a yawn as he moved towards the second floor. He hadn't run into anyone yet, which made him wonder if he had the whole place to himself. If he did, it wasn't much and he'd rather be at home. Nonetheless, he continued on, although he grew quickly uninterested.

Upon reaching the second floor, however, Avery grinned at the sight of a sign that had only one word on it: pool. There was an arrow pointing towards the left underneath it, so he shrugged and began to walk in that direction. He was wearing jeans, so he probably wouldn't go swimming just then, but it was always good to know exactly where potential sites of interest were. He strolled down the hall before pushing open a door and whooping for joy. "Oh, yeah!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room. "We've got a pool, everyone!" That last part amused him because he had no idea if there were other people there.

Because it was apparent that he was alone (at least in the room), Avery backtracked and searched the floor for something else other than an indoor pool. Finding a sign directing him to a garden, he stood contemplating the idea for a moment. Should he even bother going to some girly, useless place? It didn't take long for him to shrug to himself, not for the first time in the past few minutes, and decide to check it out. Hearing voices as he approached, he grinned to himself. So he wasn't alone.

When he came into view of the garden, he saw two girls. He couldn't decide which one his eyes picked up first; both of their hair colors naturally drew attention. One had blue hair, the other had white. The latter of the two had just stood up. He wondered why she was sitting down in the first place, but mentally shrugged it off. Who cares? As he came closer, he chose to announce himself. "Hello, ladies," he greeted, smiling confidently.

[~Erica~]

Virtue: Charity
Feeling: Confused
With: No one
Crush: heck no

Erika bolted upright as she heard screaming and went stiff with terror, eyes wide, heart pounding. Where was she and what was going on!? She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting pain at any moment. That was usually what happened after the screaming, that was the cycle she was normally caught it. Screaming and then pain.

Sin: Pride
Feeling: Annoyed
With: No one
Crush: well...

Zoe sighed and rolled her eyes mentally, taking over once more. The dark haired girl's posture changed instantly from stiff with terror to a haughty arrogant look, the aristocratic feeling to her build and features becoming far more evident with the change. Zoe glanced around quickly taking note of where she was, the library, what a surprise. Not. Erika loved books, and so did she, however Zoe was just glad there weren't any silly romance novels sitting around her anywhere. It seemed the other girl had fallen asleep before she could get around to reading anything. Zoe rolled her eyes, typical Erika.

She pushed herself gracefully out of the chair, and stretched in a long luxurious manner before running a hand through her hair to straighten it back out. She smiled slightly to herself, and moved away from the seat by the window. She hooked her thumbs into the pockets of her shorts and walked through the library slowly, taking the time to stop and examine the books on the shelves. This was quite the place here, and she had to admit it amazed even her.

She left the library after a bit and wandered barefoot through the hallways, admiring the place. Whoever owned this place was, well to put it crudely loaded. Zoe brushed her hair out of her eyes wondering where everyone was. She had seen other people around, or Erika had rather but there didn't seem to be anything now. Perhaps the other girl had merely been imaging it, it would be the first time after all.

"Hello?" she called absently not expecting a reply from anyone, but she figured it could hurt just to try.

[jabberwock]

Kaala sat at the edge of the garden. She sat cross legged on the grass next to some gorgeous yellow tulips. 'Games of logic' was a pretty boring book but unlike most people Kaala had the patience for it. She had only been sitting here for an hour an yet she knew that if she were to go up against a champion of chess then she would stand a good chance of beating them. She had always wondered why she could learn new skills so quickly and she guessed it might have something to do with why she was here. Whatever this place was Kaala wasn't sure. She had been wanting to find out but when she'd snuck around she hadn't been able to find anything of interest. She couldnt think of anything else to do. It seemed this place was just a big house with no secrets but she didnt stop thinking that it did have a secret. She shut her book and stood up. She began to walk through the gardens.

[Placebo Effect]

Perhaps it had been with stupidity that her parents had simply accepted that she was leaving home to go and live in an isolated mansion that should really just get over itself and admit it was a prison. True it was a prison of luxuries, but it was a prison nonetheless. She was trapped, stuck, no way out, enclosed, no escape... Which ever way she said it, never made her feel in anyway better.

So she'd headed to the least entrapping place, a place she could pretend she was free even if she wasn't really free. Alright, it was a bit painful, and that was why she'd bought a blanket up from 'her' new room. She was lying on the roof, the blanket wrapped around her because the stones were cold.

Slowly, she started to sing. Manderin was the language she chose, after all she had grown up with it.

' "Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops - at all - '

Why she sung about such things she didn't know. Perhaps it was because she still hoped for freedom much like a bird would hope to be let out of it's cage to fly... Or perhaps she hoped she could be normal, that she could return to her family with no fear of what she was and why.

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Everyone is entitled to an opinion it's just that yours is stupid.

(Poem by Emily Dickinson.)