[.Children.of.the.Sky.] [.Human.Semi-Lit.RP] [.OPEN.]

[BlissfulFarrago]

((You guys are so dramatic. xD Everyone can post their intros now, and then I'll stir up some trouble. c:<))

Maxs was at his table, supposedly working on plans Revitalize. But in reality, what he was doing was perfecting twirling his pencil around his fingers. Hopefully none of the vits would realize that was all he was doing if they looked up at him on the platform. He successfully completed it, and muttered "Yes!" under his breath.

Sighing, Maxs looked at the paper in front of him, blank except for some doodles of bats and 3D cubes. He really didn't want to plan anything. Afterall, what was the point of being the leader if the whole thing was just a huge bore? He threw the pad of paper aside; he would just wing it. That sounded good.

He spun around and surveyed the abandoned warehouse that Revitalize was based in. It was a worn-down, gray kingdom, but he was the ruler of it. It was his empire, and the thought brought a smile to his face.

((Blech, semi-crappy post. ><))

[RockehRawr]

((Was I accepted? And bump :3))

[BlissfulFarrago]

((Oh yeah, missed yours. Sorry. C:))

[.:dragonfly:.]

Trevor sat slumped up agianst one of the grey warehouses walls, the hood of his black sweater pulled over his head. His drty blonde bangs hung over his face, light green eyes hiden behind them. He tapped his foot along to the beat of the song he was lisening to on his newly stolden Ipod. He absentmindly agusted one of his headphones as it started his slipped out of his heavily pirced ear.

Looking up from where he was staring blankly at the floor he glanced at Maxs; he looked like he was panning but knowing him he was probaly just doodling. The vits weren't the most well planned out bunch he was one of the vices and should probaly do somthing productive but it wasn't really his style. Things always just sort of fell into place.

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[Queen Hydra]

Anna Leese walked down a street, one which she didn't know nor care its name. It lacked many people, and was in the poor part of town. Her hands were in her pockets, her brown eyes focused straight ahead. She ignored the people who passed, though occasionally they looked at her. She was finer dressed than most of them- she'd recently managed to steal two boxes of clothes from a delivery truck to some clothing store. She'd hidden them away carefully, making sure to tape back the box and put it somewhere the rats couldn't get it.
Anna closed her eyes and sighed. She took one hand out of her pocket and brushed black hair out of her face, though it just fell back to cover half of it again.

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Drake sat outside of the Vits warehouse, squinting at a book which the cover read 'Mythology'. Trying to read it was making his head hurt, but he was just glad he could read at all. Obviously whatever happened before he was eight and lost his memory, he'd somehow been taught something. Now he was sixteen and still read like crap. He rolled his eyes. His parents at least had cared enough to teach him to read, though they could have done a better job. He pushed them from his thoughts and focused back on the book. C-C-C...centaurs? Centaurs are...half...h...horse....
After a few more minutes he set the book down. Though he was angry, he handled it with great care and set it gently on the cool ground.

[Nearmagic]

Maddy held Aaron to her hip, rocking the little boy back and forth as she walked. "Yes, we are eating soon," Maddy assured him, her steps strong as she moved forward, even with the added weight. "Stay here and be quiet," she instructed, setting Aaron behind some boxes; out of view. Couching down, she pushed at a small window to a warehouse, a window that conveniently opened inward. Peeking in she made sure the way was clear. Lowering herself inside, Maddy let go, the small thud echoing throughout the building. Tucking a strand of dirty blond hair behind her ear; Maddy's once-piercing blue eyes scanned the room.

Staying in the shadows, even though nobody else was in the warehouse, Maddy grabbed a small box of food. Returning to her entrance window she threw the box up. Backing up a few steps she ran forward; hands taking hold of the window. With a quick pull Maddy was again outside, with food for her hungry little brother. An accomplished smile stretched across her face, the joy of successfully stealing always pleasant. "Time to go home," Maddy said, picking up the little boy. "We have food now." Smiling, the boy nodded, giving Maddy's small figure a hug.

[MissRose]

((*theatrical gasp* I? Dramatic? Never!! lol jk. Yay! Starting!! I know that this'll probably be a no, I'm just asking but would it be alright if I made one more Shades of Black Character? I had this big thing planned between Ruby and the boy that brought her to Vit. If no, would anyone like making their Shades of Black character the one that brought her? I don't know if there will be any romance, but she has a back story and I would almost kind of like this boy to be in it.))

May ducked under the big heavy wooden beam that semi-blocked the entrance to the Song's hideout. It was in the attic of a big old abandoned building, partially torn down. It was extremely dangerous, but there weren't very many Songs, so it was relatively safe. For them, at least. She walked in and saw her brother Michael lounging on a few burlap sacks piled together to make a cushion, staring at the open wall, at the sky. "Michael," May began, "Are you sulking again?"
Michael jumped at the sound of his sister's voice. "Sulking?" he asked, semi-surprised. "I'm not sulking," he said, a little too innocently.
He looked around May, and saw that Stella wasn't with her. "Where's Stella?" he asked, "I thought she was with you."
May shrugged, a little concerned. It wasn't often they couldn't find one of their own, they usually traveled in groups and were either with someone or at home. "I don't know. She definitely wasn't with me," she answered her brother.

Ruby laid back in the Revitalize warehouse, listening to an MP3 that she'd stolen from a high school student on his way to school. Hey, she'd needed music, and he had some. He looked rich anyway. No doubt Mommy would buy him another better one by tomorrow. She was what Max was doing, and smirked. She slid and sat down across from him. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something productive?" she asked him.

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Frankie sat on a dumpster looking at the sky.Sighing,she hopped down and landed with a slight thud.She started to walk silently,a little dust cloud trailing behind her.Frankie removed the hair from her face and sat down again.This time to only tie her shoe.She noticed she was in a small park and quickly climbed a tree.Making herself comfortable,Frankie drifted off into a light sleep.

She was awakened by a chatter squirrel and a few birds.Frankie tried to ignore them but couldn't.She sighed once more and hopped down.

[seeker,]

Jayla strolled leisurely down the street, her eye's focused ahead of her and her gait, relaxed looking. The area of town she was in wasn't exactly the best around, but it was her home. Her hair was pulled up in more of a sloppy ponytail and her eye's rimmed black with her eyeliner and mascara. She stuffed her hands down deep in the pockets of her skinny jeans, her zip-up zebra striped hoodie standing out against the rusty-red colored wall that she stopped to lean against.

[RockehRawr]

Veronica sighed as Ruby asked why Maxs wasn't doing anything. Part of her wanted to yell at him for doing nothing, but then again, what was there to do? There wasn't really anything going on lately. She decided to go outside an get some fresh air. She left silently, not saying anything to anybody, which was normal for the Vits. People came and went as they pleased. There was plenty of freedom. Veronica walked quietly up the alley and found a comfy spot against a wall. She watched her breath in the air as it came out in small puffs. She shivered. It was getting cold, and her jacket was old and failed to keep her warm anymore. She would probably have to steal a new one soon, and she hated stealing. But she did what she had to to survive.