.:Dance on the Devil's Dance Floor:. {Teen/Power RP}Semi-Lit

[Kites]

.:Tamesis and Morgan:.
The two siblings walked out the plane, unmistakable fear etched in their faces. They stuck to each other, not leaving each other's side as they waited for passport control. "Tam" whispered Morgan, looking around scaredly, "what if they are looking for us? What if they know?" She was only up to his chest height, as Tamesis Williams was very tall, standing at 6ft2. Tamesis looked down at her with his deep green eyes, and said softly "I'll take care of you" as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head protectively, his eyes darting around for any signs of danger. However the man at passport control didn't raise a fuss, and the two passed through as if they were normal people. But they were far from it. They found their bags easy enough, and walked out into the new air, eager to get away from the crowds of reuniting familes.

.:Cedric Fresco:.
Cedro Frasco stared down at the card that was in his hand. The Intercontinental Hotel, New York, Times Square said the card. Still taking in the new language, Cedro muttered in spanish, his home countries home language. He hitched his rucksack onto his back. He must have looked odd, to be carrying a camping bag in the middle of "el manzana grande", but he couldn't care less honestly. He looked down at himself. No, he didn't look odd, as far as his clothing was concerned. On the parts of his skin was showing however, tattoos covered his body. The only parts of his body that wasn't covered were his legs, hands and face. A small butterfly emerged from the base of his sleeve, fanning out its wings on his skin. He smiled at it, before glancing around. He shouldnt do that, thats what got him caught last time. The butterfly melted back into his skin, the tattoo moving, and then setting still.

[sheep.]

.:Ryu:.

Ryu sighed and stepped off the plane. She could see people stareing at her, and she thought it was because of he maid's apron she had on. Her blonde hair was tied high in tight bunches that were ripping her hair off her head. Her shoes were black and had small heels, but it still made her seem taller than she was. She was grateful for this, since she wasn't very tall. She looked around for Sabastian but couldn't find him.

[Hargreaves]

((Serena, fail intro is NOT fail. Your intro is awesome. I love how on all of the literate boards like Asylum and this one, we all post long, beautiful paragraphs and then complain about them: 'I suck! Waaaah!'))

Lysander
"Does anybody know how to get to-"
Someone bumped into Lysander and he wheeled around, only to see the back of a woman as she disappeared into the crowd of the subway station. Sighing, he patted his jeans pocket. The money he'd had there was gone. Good thing he had more in a wallet in his backpack, along with food, his toothbrush, and a change of clothes.
The morning Lysander woke up and his mother was gone, he knew she had abandoned him to be with Daniel. Part of him didn't want to believe it; part of him desperately hoped that Daniel had just kidnapped her and taken her away. That was terrifying, of course, but at least then he could find her and she'd still love him. That way, it was better. In either occasion, Lysander knew he had to find his mother's friend, and he looked back at the slip of paper clutched tightly in his hand for reference.
There was someone sitting behind a desk marked INFORMATION a few feet away. Lysander slowly made his way towards the desk and held up the paper. "Which subway goes to-"
A man butted in front of him and began talking rapidly in a language Lysander didn't understand. As the information guy tried to explain that he didn't speak Russian, Lysander gave up. He wandered back to the platform, gripping the paper in his hand and watching as the people streamed past him. This was how it always was. Nobody noticed Lysander, the skinny boy with off-white hair and odd-colored eyes. Nobody except for Daniel, the only person Lysander didn't want to be noticed by. No matter how quiet Lysander was, somehow Daniel always found him. And his mother pretended not to notice as he cried and begged for her to come stop Daniel. Now they were both gone, and Lysander was all on his own. Without his mother, Lysander was terrified and sad. Without Daniel, he felt joyful and liberated.
Suddenly, the subway rushed into the station, snapping Lysander back to the present. He took a step forward, then looked at his hand. The paper was gone. He saw it slipping down between the platform and the subway train, and as he ran to get it, he was herded onto the train by the sudden rush of people. A sense of dread filled him as the doors snapped shut. Oh, no. What was he supposed to do now?

[sheep.]

.:Sebastian:.
Sabastian was way ahead of Ryu and was opening the door to his room. It was quite messy but he left it and walked straight over to the window. There was animals there, so as he fingered his only earring, he smiled. Watching people go in and out, he wondered if any of them had a Gift. He couldn't sense them from where he was - either that or none were coming.

[Kites]

.:Tamesis and Morgan Williams:.
Tam and Morgan sat in a cab they had picked up from the airport. They sat in silence, not daring to talk to each other for fear that the driver was listening. Instead, they looked out of the window. JFK airport was only 45 minutes away from Manhatten, their final desination, so it wasn't to far. More improtantly, it wasn't too expensive. The yellow cab drove through the streets of New York, the driver silent. The only noise was the screen in the back seat, advertising some of New Yorks sights. The cab came to a stop all too soon. Tamesis paid the man, who took the money, and then drove off. Both of them hitched their bags onto their shoulders, and they looked around. They looked down at the card in Tamesis's hand which read Best Western, Manhatten, 52nd/4th street, NYC. They looked around. They weren't anywhere near 52nd street, and the cab had charged them more than what they should have paid. Fuming, Tamesis wirled around. He could still see the cab. The desire to make him never return home was powerful, but a small hand on his muscular arm made him calm down. Morgan looked up at him. "Its alright Tam, we can stop here, there is a cafe here." Tamesis nodded, and the two siblings walked into a small cafe.

.:Cedric Fresco:.
Cedric sighed and ran a hand through his sun tinted hair. "Lo siento, pero donde esta este hotel? He still didn't feel comfortable talking in English, but no one was responding to his Spanish pleas. Instead, it just drew him more attention. He hurried from the area, looking over his shoulder. The card was still gripped in his hand, and he started asking the same question in English. "I'm sorry, but where is this hotel?" He asked, showing countless strangers the card in his hand. None listened. All thought that he was offering them something. They raised their hands to deny him, and he felt downhearted. Was there no one here who could help him?

{{Went to NYC this summer, so I'm a bit more educated about it! ^-^}}

[sheep.]

.:Ryu:.

Ryu sighed and pulled the buches out. They shape still stayed and that annoyed her; the only part of what she was wearing (including hair style) was her black lolita dress underneath her apron. She knew she had to get a job soon and sighed. Atleast no job could be as bad as the one she had.... That got her thinking about Sabastian. Where was he?... The thought rumbled around in Ryu's mind, since he'd promised to see her off the plane. She saw a café and sat down on a table, hoping no one would pay attention to her. Her eyes were blank and held no emotion, nor did her face.This was a usual look for her, and it normally kept other people away. ost just glanced at her, others (the kinder people) came up to her and asked it there was anything wrong. She'd just stare at the clouds and shake her head or mutter no, and they'd walk off but occaisonly look at her. This meant Ryu didn't have many friends, since she was taught not to let emotions get in the way. She looked around at people eating and sighed, rumbling what was left of the money she had in her pocket.

[Serena]

((Let's hold up a tiny bit for the others.. ^^ This'll be my last post as well, before the others post, that is.
Lol, lucky you, LessThan. I've never been to NY, so I just like, guess what's happening.. It was the easiest city for me to go with -apart from Amsterdam but I doubt any of you have been there, lol..-
Yeah, Hargreaves, I guess people don't like their own posts a lot, now do they? xD))

.::Janneke Timmerman::.
The blond-brown haired girl pushed herself up from her seat, pulling her suitcases with her. She huffed and flicked a bit of it out of her blue eyes, then looked around. Where was she to go to? She could only guess..
She stroked her bangs behind her ears and took a deep breath, tilting her head upward a bit. She always thought that if she faced her problems with an 'intimidating' posture, she would overcome them easier.
She marched off of the airport and waved her hand, signaling for a cab. She suddenly felt a tad nervous when the taxi pulled up. She had never been in one of these things before, her parents wouldn't let her. Especially not in the Netherlands, were every taxi-driver could make you pay a lot more than what you should, and could drive all the way around to bring you to their home.. Yeah, life in the Netherlands, she didn't miss it in the slightest.

The man of the taxi helped Janneke to load her suitcases in the trunk of the car, then she stepped in. "Where ya gotta go?" The man asked. Janneke looked at the seat next to her, then shrugged. "Any-wer." She muttered, her Dutch accent flowing through obviously. The man raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. He drove off, looking at the road, his attention clearly on two places at the same time.
"Yer' first time in NY, innit?" He asked. Janneke looked up, not really recognising the man's accent. She guessed he wasn't from NY, and nodded. "Yes. I am vrom te Netter-lants." She muttered, shrugging with a cheesy smile.

.::Tillo Waldemar::.
Tillo strolled down the streets, his backpack still slung over his shoulder. He fixed his shawl back in place when it was messed by a small rush of wind, then went with his hand through his hair.
"Aia.." He muttered, his red eyes scanning the streets. He thought for a moment, then remembered something. He had a room in a hotel, right? Like, for two days? Simple room? Just to have something to start off with.
However, as Tillo wanted to make his way over to the hotel, a certain language caught his ears. Spanish? Who in his right mind would talk Spanish in New York?
Tillo turned on his heels, his eyes scanning the area curiously.

.::Igor Gorvinska::.
The little boy stepped out of the alley, rubbing his stomach. He still had a little money in his pocket, he could grab a bite to eat with it. He'd have to earn his money in another way then, later on.. Or his food, for that matter.
He took a right turn and scurried down the street. In the mass of people, Igor stood out a tad. A little boy, of age thirteen, looking like ten, scurrying down the street and muttering in Russian.
Not a familiar sight.
The Russian boy's brown eyes were fixed on the shops and the likes next to him, looking for a place to get him a bit to eat.

[sheep.]

Okii~)

[Chaosin]

Adele
Adele sighed, fingering her necklace.Her parents, though being slightly poor, had given her enough money to start off.She was wearing a t-shirt with Three Days Grace written on it and a pair of faded jeans.She wore black Airwalker tennis shoes.Most of the clothes in her suitcase were hand-me downs from Misty.She missed having her little siblings to watch her, Kait always asked Adele to braid her hair or play dolls.Misty, who was 18, didn't like to bother with that and Brian, who was 19, was always busy with his friends.Adele looked at her wrist for a moment.In her other hand she gripped her suitcase.A man walked up to her."Excuse me miss, can I help you?" he asked.Adele looked up.A shocked expression crossed his face for a moment.Her one blue eye and one green eye were odd, but weren't some people in New York odder than she was?Probably not.She couldn't sense anyone who was Gifted."No," Adele said."I just am wondering why I'm here."The man just bowed his head and walked off.She exitted the airport and sat down on her suitcase.Where am I suppossed to go now?, she wondered.Sighing, she got up and dragged her suitcase with her.First, she needed a place to stay.Her family had given her $200 dollars.It wasn't much, but being poor, she felt guilty.Her mother said not to worry.Dad had driven her to the airport.She watched in the rearview mirror as her family cried and waved.

(I know nothing about New York x.x I should look up stuff on it =P )

[loke00]

( sorry! *turns red with embarressment* )