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[lorreli.]

"warn your warmth to turn away.

here's it's december every day."

"love like winter"

deep in the state of ohio, there is a small town on the edge of one of the five great lakes. no one knows of it, and according to more popular neighboring citites, it's a 'ghost town'. But there is life in this ghost town. there are stores and small buisnesses. there's a library and a handful of restruants and diners. there are schools, a grade school, a middle school and of course a high school. there are even established neighborhoods with very nice houses. but the heart of this town is the beach. usually the 'place to be', in the chilly december months it is deserted. the soft white sand is covered by glistening show, and the lake is a solid sheet of ice, frozen over and freezing cold. snowflakes fall everyday in this town, so snow days for a whole week for the children are very common. but no matter the weather, the town is always filled with life. people, bundled up with scarves and hats are walking up and down the boulevards in search of those unique christmas gifts. wreaths are hung on the old fashioned lamps that line the streets, and when the sun goes down the town is all aglow. it seems like the perfect, innocent small town. but, under this facade lies secrets. just this past summer, few select high schoolers have discovered they have a gift - a power. whether it be elemental or mental. and, during these cold winter months, they are beginning to practice with these powers. the question is, will they find the others of their kind? is it possible?

"love like winter..."

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this is a 1x1 rp between me and silent symphony. you are welcome to read it if you like, but please don't post here.

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[lorreli.]

full name -
julianna marcella barker
age -
16
gender -
female
personality -
Jules is the type of girl that you would expect to be outgoing. She almost seems like she would be optimistic and extrovetic. She portrays a type of air that may cause you to belive something like such. But, in all honesty, she is an introvert at heart. She wraps herself away in poetery and writing - she's a natural artist. She could sit in front of a canvas for hours and not paint it. Leave the room for thirty minutes and come back, and viola, a masterpiece. Julianna is different in this way - it takes her more time to create an idea in her head then to create it on canvas. She is also a very graceful dancer, which also leads her to be a fairly well ice skater as well. How ever, Juli is barely a performer. She'd rather simply shut everyone out from her world and hide her talents from everyone else. Keeps to herself. A lot of people mistake her for a snob - she has very few close friends and isn't someone who starts conversations. If you were to sit next to her, she probably wouldn't utter a word, even if you acknowleged her. And, if she even bothered to answer, you probably wouldn't have heard her. She has a soft voice that's almost like a whisper in the fierce wind, and it's so quiet because it has never been excercized daily. Sometimes, she can go days without speaking. But, honestly, she doesn't need to speak to let you know what she's like. Anything you need to know about her you can find in her writing and paintings, and if you're lucky enough to watch her skate or dance, you can piece together some parts of her personality. All throughout high school, Juli stuck to a small group of friends that she met in art class and barely went outside that group to meet any new people. She didn't really date or have long term relationships - there was the occasional blind date, or group date in which she was forced to be with whoever else her friends brought along as a third wheel. There were proms, there were homecommings. And she did always manage to go with someone. But Jules didn't really ever have a 'boyfriend', didn't have someone she could say she was 'going out with'. And, for a long time, she was fine with that. She believed that she didn't need love to make herself happy like her friends did. But, all that was simply a facade. Julianna didn't want to be in a relationship and fall in love because she didn't want to get hurt, like her mother had countless times, or like her father had when he and her mother divorced. Julianna didn't want to be broken.
history -
Juli has lived with her father since she was thirteen years old. Her mother...wasn't as respondsible as a parent should be. She loved Jules, of course. Her mother loved Julianna more then she loved herself sometimes. But, she had a problem. A lot of people had fathers with alcohol addictions. But Juli's parent that had been taken from her by alcohol was her mother. Every night, her mother would be hitting the clubs and coming hom at one a.m. drunk and stumbling around, usually not even being able to remember her own name. And, most times, Jules was the one taking care of her mother, rather then vice versa. Juli would lay with her tell her soothing things until her mother was sober enough to remember where she was, and who she was. And then Juli would spend the next day nursing her back to health, just to have to do it all over again the very next night. Jules felt as if her mother was just going through a hard time in her life, and she took it upon herself to be the respondsible one, even if she was only a child. But, things started to get worse as Julianna grew older. Her mother began going out earlier and staying out later, and sometimes she'd even bring home a...guy friend. And though Julianna became accustumed to this, soon things began to get out of hand. One day, her father came to call, just to check up on his beloved daughter. Juli's mother had banned him from coming by more then once a year, in fear that he'd find her drunk and take Jules away. Most times when he came, she was noticeably sober. But, on this day, she was hungover. He walked in the room to find her lying on the couch, bottles strewn around her as she mumbled nonsense and screamed insanties and profanties. Jules sat in a chair next to her, holding a cold cloth to her head and making soft shushing noises. That was enough for Juli's father. He took her away the next morning to live in a safer enviorment, and Julianna hadn't heard from or seen her mother since.
love interest -
ezekiel james eyre
power -
she can manipulate water and ice
theme song -
belle of the boulevard - dashboard confessional
other -
n/a

full name -
nicholas alexander dane
age -
19
gender -
male
personality -
Nick is daring and corageous, outgoing and unique. Just a few words that his many friends would use to describe him. He's got a totally outrageous personality, and he's like a magnet - people are easily drawn to him. It's hard to say why, but it's just always been that way for him. He's a crazy romantic - something that his past girlfriends will say about him. But, like all crazy romantics, Nick has the exact same problem. He falls too hard and too fast as most of us always do, but it's not just for one person. It's for everyone he's been with. Nick doesn't really know who he's made for, so he'd be likely to pop the question to his girlfriend of two months any day, which not only worries him but worries the rest of people close to him. Nick makes off the wall crazy decisions all the time - which is what worries everyone so much. Everything he does is basically without any thought. He's fallen in love with almost every girl he's dated, and none of which seemed ready for comitment like he was. Once he finds someone just as committed to him as he is to her, the world will finally be complete. But not many girls his age are looking for commitment, rather looking for flightly, fly by night romances to keep them satisfied. Would rather have two men then one. And Nick will not be used. He's the type of guy who will meet a girl and then, the next day, wham! Head over heels in love. But he can't take the heartbreak - he's just human. Likes to be happy and whole, doesn't like to be heartbroken. But, if he keeps going down the road he is, falling faster then the speed of light, he will be more heartbroken then happy. Life needs balance - but if that is so, Nick's life is as unbalanced as they come.
history -
Nick has a history that is a story. A story that is quite similar to a lot of others. When he was only five years old, his parents got into a fight that they thought would surely split them up for good. But, they desperatly tried to keep their marriage alive - Nick's mother was pregnant with their second child at the time, and with Nick being so young, they simply couldn't afford it. They didn't want their children to live unbalanced, torn lives. But, only soon after the baby was born, another fight broke out. And then another, and then another. Finally, after three long years of fighting, they filed for a divorce. Sadly, the two children has to be split. Nick's younger sister Olivia was to stay with his father, and Nick was to go with his mother. They uprooted their life in California, and moved to the small town in Ohio when Nick was about to turn 9. When he was 13, his mother got remarried. He had never been happier for her, and to be honest, his step father had been more of a father then his real father ever was. After he moved, he hadn't been in touch with his father, although he did make weekly calls and summer visists to Olivia. Now, he has another sister, Audrey, who is 6 years old and he feels right at home with his family. But he could never forgive his father for tearing apart their family, which is why he is the way he is - the one who wants to commit to the relationship.
love interest -
brielle lucinda zimmerman
power -
he is able to read minds
theme song -
shake me down - cage the elephant
other -

[anonymouse]

- form -
full name -
brielle lucinda zimmerman
age -
A young seventeen
gender -
female
personality -
First encounter
Bri is as happy as a clam. She is always chatting with her friends, a smile rarely leaves her face, and it isn't a mystery as to why she is envied. Brielle is gorgeous. She gets great grades. And, she's always on the list to the next party. So yes, she's popular. With her reputation, she never disappoints. But she was raised a good girl so even if she flits from boy friend to boy friend, nothing ever... scandolous happens. Maybe a little drama but isn't that always what is present in high school? Brielle is like a queen with the way she gets attention. Whenever she walks in with a - usual - chilling breeze, heads turn. Her laugh lingers in the ears. And just the simplest actions are memorized by admirers, whether for later use themselves or just because Bri has a natural air of grace. Listening and - trying to - creating music were high on her list of things to do. Sometimes she felt as if the songs were only for her, made for her. When she feels as if the music was speaking to her, she can be seen with her bright eyes closed and a soft smile dancing across her lips.
Later encounter
Bri is not as happy as a clam. She's an almost terrifyingly good actress and she puts it to good use every day. Everyone believes her lie, maybe because no one has yet to dig deeper into what lies beyond her good smile. With Brielle being so- so perfect, others don't want to see what could have changed if they really got to know her. As far as she is concerned, people are stupid that way. They always think everything is good and wonderful when someone can be suffering just inches away. None of her past boy friends have noticed. A few times she's tried to tell them but boys don't ever want to just talk. So for the moment Bri has sworn off of boys for now.
But, when she's alone, the fake bravado falls. Sometimes she even feels like giving up. But she could never make herself do that. Underneath it all - all the makeup and self earned and bought clothes - lies a girl who's broken. Her secret is hers. That's what she tells herself. Yet, sometimes Brielle just wants to go back to bed when her alarm clock wakes her up. Sometimes she wants to read a good book more than study for her next math quiz. Sometimes she just wants to scream. How can people go by her and not notice? A few times Brielle had thought about letting her true self show and see if finally someone would catch her eye, but she always talked herself out of it. She couldn't do it. She had worked so hard to build this life that was not her own and to just throw it away? It made fear constrict her breathing. Brielle finds herself too afraid to face the aftermath. What if everyone heard, and they spread that juicy secret so her social life was ruined? So she tries to just be the best girl she can be on the outside when inside she's dying for someone to see past it all.
And the worst part is that Bri never wanted this life, this personality, or even this fear.
history -
Brielle barely remembers the woman who was her mother. She has flashbacks of her smile, a curve of her hand, but all the pictures of the woman have disappeared. She does know that when she was simply seven years old, she came downstairs to see her father holding back tears whilst a hastely written note lay in front of him. Bri's mother wasn't, isn't, a bad person. She simply didn't belong in the small town of Ohio. She wanted to see the big cities, other people, anything. Brielle doesn't blame her mother. She knows she is still loved. But the seperation didn't settle well with Mr. Zimmerman. For a few years he was quiet, aloof. It was a miracle Brielle didn't get sent to a foster care with her father making such little money. But nothing ever stays the same.
At age thirteen, Brielle heard what her father had been thinking over and over again. He yelled. He screamed. Tears flowed down his face. And at age thirteen was when Bri's father first hit her. She remembers being so confused, so scared. She hadn't done anything but all of that bottled up rage had to go somewhere. Sometimes it was a door, a wall, but most often it was Brielle's small body. She taught herself to hide it all away from the world. Somewhere, she loved him. Her father. And somewhere past all the rage and sorrow he loved her too. Makeup came into her life early. She had to hide the bruises, didn't she? No one was the wiser. She became popular with that winning smile. Her friends were just pretty faces. But it was all fake. Bri knew she would leave as soon as she could though she loved her town so much. She didn't want anything worse to happen to her. And soon that secret would get out. But when?
love interest -
nicholas alexander dane
power -
The ability to move items with her mind
theme song -
the last night ~ skillet
other -
n/a

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full name -
ezekiel 'zeke' james eyre
age -
eighteen
gender -
male
personality -
Zeke isn't quite sure how throughout all high school he has managed to fly below the radar. He speaks to few people, gets his work done moderately well, and he isn't outwardly 'weird'. It's also a mystery to him whether or not he should be worried that he hasn't made a bigger dent in the best years of his life. Soon he'll be going off to get a degree, and it's almost as if he feels as if he hasn't done what he could of. Being so conflicted, Zeke has started to take bigger leaps, bigger chances. He lets himself fall harder for a girl, lets himself skip a class or two, or even just skips a day of school because he can. He has a set place for college, the rest of school doesn't matter right?
Whenever he has a spare moment or he purposefully doesn't go to school, Zeke spends his time with his electric guitar. He enjoys that if he plays loud enough, he can forget everything. He's often stubborn that way for no matter how much someone yells at him, he can keep playing without a concern. It's frustrating for him because he isn't positive with anything he does. Is it the right college? Is she the right girl? The list is endless and Ezekiel has a feeling that it shouldn't be that hard to figure out.
But in the right mood, Zeke can be all smiles. He loves to laugh and never misses a chance to make someone smile either. He's really quite good at saying the right thing when someone needs it - even if sometimes he completely blanks out as to what to do or say. It's hard to make him uncomfortable but girls have surely done it. He can't stand it when a girl cries. So if you're watching carefully, Zeke will slip out of the shadows to whisper a few kind words before giving a smile. Then he'll just, walk away. He hasn't ever seen himself as a typical eighteen year old boy, but does anyone ever feel like that?
history -
Zeke's life was quite eventful. His older brother made sure of that. In his short life time, Zeke has broken ten bones and has had a possible two concussions. Is it his fault that adrenaline is addictive? Snowboarding, surfing {when its warm enough}, and basketball are a few of the competative games that he enjoys. But even with young Zeke laughing and joking around a tragic hit.
When Ezekiel was fourteen he set his house on fire.
Accidently. Somehow when he had snapped his fingers, a spark flickered from his hand and hit a nearby curtain. No one was hurt but the house burned to the ground. The rest was history. Zeke never told anyone what had happened except for his brother. The accident had instantly matured them. If anyone knew of Zeke's... gift, dark things could happen. He was a freak, why would anyone treat him the same anymore? Negatory.
Spooked and nervous, Ezekiel tried to go through the rest of his life normally. Whenever he had a spare moment and water on hand, Zeke would practice is strange power. Soon he got strangely good at it. But was it strange at all when it in itself was strange?
love interest -
julianna marcella barker
power -
The ability to control, produce, or exterminate fire
theme song -
i'm still here - john rzeznik
other -
n/a

{Sorry for Zeke's fail form. ;_; }

[lorreli.]

oooh, i love your characters!

so do you want me to do the first post, or do you want to do the first post?

[anonymouse]

D'aww thanks, I adore yours. Sorry for the crappy photos, I'm a stranger to dA so photobucket is my hero xD

Since you made the thread, would you like to? ^^ It'll set the tone and such <3

[lorreli.]

( Thank You (: I looove your picture of Logan Lerman though...<333

I'll start it out then xD )

"Julianna?" Jules heard her father whisper as he cracked her door ajar. Her eyes fluttered open and was greated by an unsettling darkness. She briefly glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Eight. She should've been awake by now, and on her way to school. Had she overslept? "Snow day today." her dad said quietly once he saw he had awaken her. He strode into her room and began to roll up her blinds so that the faint light began to stream in. She could see the big, fluffly snowflakes falling to the ground. Icicles had begun to form on her windowsill, and looked deadly sharp by now. She sat up and streched out her arms, then rubbing the sleep from her navy blue eyes. Her dad smiled slightly and then said, "I'll go make breakfast." before he exited her room. Juli sat on her bed for a few moments longer, continually rubbing her eyes and looking out her window. From their house, she could see the frozen lake just about a yard away. Julianna's father owned a house just off the beach, and it was very convienent in the long summer months. But, sadly, it was almost useless in the cold winter months. Unless the lake was totally frozen solid, Juli was too afraid to use it for ice skating in fear that it would break under her feet. Even though it wouldn't matter much if it did...Jules got up from her bed and walked over to the window, just to see the lake closer. Today was supposed to be warmer, so she guessed ice skating was out of the question until it cooled down later that night. Of course, tonight would be a Friday night, and usually big groups of people from her high school and the middle school went ice skating on Friday nights. It would be best for her to steer clear of the lake tonight. Juli wasn't a people's person. She tried to not think about skating tonight and tried to focus on what she would do today. Well, she did need some new things to read, so that could mean a trip to the library. And she also wanted to do some writing and sketching, so she guessed that she'd be spending some time in the cafe downtown. But the real question was, what would she do first. After assessing her options for the day, Juli stepped away from the window and walked over to her vanity. She checked herself in the mirror. What stared back at her wasn't pleasing. Her dark brown hair was a rat's nest, her lips were slightly chapped, probably a result of the cold weather, and she was beginning to notice dark circles forming under her eyes. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure at her just-rolled-out-of-bed reflection. She would have to do a little work if she was planning on going out of the house today. So, she decided she'd start from scratch and shower quickly.

After her shower, Jules wandered back into her room in search of a decent, not to mention warm, outfit. She finally settled on something simple and her gray boots. Before leaving her room, however, she grabbed a royal purple messenger bag up from beside her bed and looked inside. There were a few books that she needed to return to the library, a sketchpad, a large three subject notebook, her wallet, a few loose pens and pencils, a pack of colored pencils and oil pastels, her phone, and a few loose wrappers and such. She made sure she had everything she needed, checked her wallet for cash and her library card, and then zipped the bag closed and swung it over her shoulder as she headed out the door. As she made her way down the steps, she could smell her father's home made pancakes wafting from the kitchen. When she arrived, he was standing in front of the stove, multitasking as he tried to make pancakes and bacon at the same time. Juli set her bag down on the floor by her chair and wandered over to the stove by her father, who was now shoveling the bacon onto a plate and trying to flip a pancake. She smiled and shook her head as she took the now full bacon plate to the table before heading to the fridge to pour drinks. After she had poured the ice cold milk into their crystal glasses, her father was pouring syrup on two plates of pancakes. Julse quickly set the glasses down and hurried to get the placemats, and then the silverware. Juli's dad set the pancakes down on the table and sat down, and Juli followed suit. She cut into her stack of pancakes and took a bite. Banana. She smiled at her father and continued to eat. For awhile, they ate in silence until he noticed her bag on the floor. "Going somewhere today?" he asked between a mouthful. Juli nodded lightly as she took a sip of milk. "Where to?" he asked. "The library. I have some books to get, and then some to return. And then I'm probably going down to the cafe." she explained in her quiet, naturally soft voice. Her father nodded as if this was nothing new, but added, "Can you just walk today? I'd rather you not be driving in this weather. The roads are pretty nasty today, and you don't really need to take the car if you are just going around town." Jules simply nodded once more in agreement as she began to nibble on a piece of bacon. "Do you have your phone on you?" Her father asked. "Yes, don't worry. What time do you want me home?" Jules pushed away her empty, syrupy plate before taking another piece of bacon. "Doesn't matter, as long as it's before dark. And it's been getting dark around five." Jules gulped down the rest of her milk before standing up and taking her plate over to the sink. She came back to grab her bag and adjusted her black and white hat. "Alright dad, I'll be back by then. She said as she made her way to the door. She grabbed her favorite plaid peacoat off the coat rack in the hall. "Be careful." Her dad said before she vanished out the front door. "I will dad. See you at five." she waved lightly before closing the door behind her. Then she started down the walkway, into the driveway, and then onto the sidewalk that led to town.

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"Wake up Nick!! Wake up!" Nick felt something jumping up and down on his stomach repeatedly, knocking all the breath out of him. He tried to turn over and shake the something off, but it just began to jump on his side then. "Nick! Waaaake up! It's a snow day!" he could hear Audrey groan as she pushed on his side. "Audrey, if it's a snow day, then why are you awake." Nick murmmered into his pillow. "Because I want to go play in the snow.!" the little girl climbed over Nick's motionless body and then crawled under the covers next to him, poking his face relentlessly until he opened his eyes. Two bright gray one's were staring back. "Guess what." Audrey said suspensefully with a mischievious smile. Nick rolled his eyes in mock annoyment. "What?" Audrey sat up now, looking at him as if bursting with anticipation. "You're going to help me build a snow man!" At this, she now stood up on his bed and began jumping around, her wild blonde curls bouncing with her. Nick shook his head and smiled, and then sat up and streched. He eyed Audrey jumping up and down on his bed, yelling random things such as "snow", or "snowman", or his own name, "Nick!" He continued to shake his head - no matter how much he loved his little sister, he would not spend three hours building a snow man with her. "I don't think I'm up to building a snowman today Audrey." The little girl immediatly stopped jumping and stared at him, the excitement on her face vanished. "But...but mom said you would!" Audrey said in a trembling voice. She looked on the verge of tears. Nick sighed - he hated seeing his little sister cry. However, he had better things to do then make a snow man. "Hey, why don't we go downtown instead, hm? We can check out all the toy shops and go get lunch or something." Audrey's eyes lit up at the mention of toy shops, but she still tried to look sulky and angry with her older brother. But, after a few moments, she finally broke down and said excitedly, "Only if you promise you will take me to the place with the good hot cocoa and cookies for desert." Nick chucked and nodded to her. "It's a deal." Audrey squealed happily and then began jumping up and down on his bed, then she rushed and jumped in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. "Now carry me down stairs, Nicky!" He rolled his eyes when she used her favorite nickname for him, but he edged off his bed and held her up. "As you wish, your Highness." He said with a smiled as he carried her out of his room and down the stairs.

"Mommy! Daddy! Nick's gonna take me out today to go see toys and stuffs!" Audrey chriped from her perch in Nick's arms. Nick's mom was standing at the kitchen sink, washing Audrey's plate from breakfast, and his stepfather was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Nick set her down gently and she raced over to his mom and began to tug on her shirt. "Mommy, mommy! I have to dress real nice looking to go downtown cause me and Nick are goin to lunch! And then we are goin to that fancy desert place we went last week mommy!" She said quickly and loudly, bursting with excitement. Her father put down his paper, his eyes filling up with amusement. "What happened to building a snowman?" He asked with a chuckle. Audrey rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissivly. "Building a snowman is so yesterday. Today i'mma go hang out with Nick!" Audrey said to her father as she ran over to him and clambered into his lap. Everyone in the kitchen laughed at the six-year old's antics as Nick grabbed a quick bowl of ceral and sat down opposite his step dad at the table. Audrey then climbed down from her fathers lap and ran back to her mom, tugging on her shirt again. "Mooommy! I have to go get ready or Nick will be ready before I'm ready! He always is!" She complained. "Well, that's because he's a boy. Boys always take less time then girls to get ready." she explained as she dried off her hands on her towel and picked Audrey up, making her way towards the stairs. "Why is that?" He could hear Audrey asking as the two vanished up the stairs. Nick turned back to his ceral and began to eat as his stepfather glanced at his phone and stood up, clearing his plate. He began to head for the door. "Where are you going?" Nick asked as his step father began to pull on his coat. "Gotta work today, remember? It's still a week day. Just because you and Audrey have school off doesn't mean I have work off." he said wearily. Nick's stepfather worked in Cleveland, which was about a half hour away, and had to drive there four out of five days a week. No days off. "You and Audrey have fun today. Keep her out of trouble." His stepdad said with a faint smile as he began to walk out the door. "Alright, have a good day at work dad." Nick said before his stepfather closed the door. Nick had become acoustmed to calling his stepfather dad by now, so it was nothing new. He took his bowl over to the sink and headed upstairs. Once he was in his room, he grabbed a pair of jeans that were hanging in his ajar closet, and a simple white T-shirt from his drawer. He pulled on a deep blue pullover hoodie, which made his green eyes pop. Lastly, he slipped on his favorite checkerboard Vans before grabbing his wallet and his phone and heading back downstairs. Waiting for him was his little sister. She was dressed in a simple pink shirt with rhinstones on it, a brown and pink plaid skirt, and white leggings. She was wearing her new brown Ugg boots, and to top it all off she wore a little white beret on her unruly blonde curls. "Do I look pretty Nicky?" She asked excitedly, a smile painted on her face. "Of course, youn always do." He said with a grin, patting her lightly on the head. She held up her arms so he could pick her up, but her mom took her by the hand first and made her put on her puffy bright pink jacket. "Make sure you stay with Nick at all times, and listen to what he tells you to do." said their mother sternly as she zipped up Audrey's coat. Audrey nodded lightly to her mother and then broke away, reaching for Nick's hand. "Come on Nick! We have to go before it gets crowded." She whined. Nick chuckled and shook his head, smiling. "Alright Audrey, let's go then." He said as he took her hand and made his way towards the garage door. "Nick, don't forget her car set. And audrey, you be good for Nick." His mother said. "Don't worry, I won't." Nick said over his shoulder as he opened the door. "Bye mommy!" Audrey waved as the two stepped out into the garage and Nick shut the door behind him. His stepfather's car was absent, and his mother's car was parked outside. His car, the yellow Camaro with the black stripe that he adored was sitting there, waiting for him. Audrey's eyes sparked with excitement - she loved riding in Nick's car. "You ready for this little sister?" he asked as he looked down at her with a grin. Audrey grinned back up at him and said, "I was born ready." Nick just chuckled as they started towards his car.

( Argh, I do hate how I have so many pictures for Julianna and only one for Nick ;-;

this is Audrey, by the way xD )

[anonymouse]

{ Haha, thanks! <3 He's pretty darn handsome if I do say so myself ;3
So sorry if this post isn't as nearly as spectacular as yours ;p }

"Hey, little dude get up! Do you want to miss out on all the snow day fun or what?"
Zeke burrowed deeper into his messy bed and hoped Zack would leave him alone. If it was a snow day, didn't that give him the rights to sleep at least a few minutes later? Apparently not. "You know, I don't like doing this." The air in Zeke's lungs rushed out of him as his older - and heavier - brother collapsed on him.
"Yes you do!" Zeke groaned before attacking his brother back. It was common that the two brothers would randomly start wrestling. His mother hated it but it was always hard for her to hide her smile. Sometimes when Zeke walked down stairs or kissed her good bye to attend to a date, Mrs. Eyre would always get a little teary-eyed. Her boys were growing up so fast.
"So, which girl are you gonna seduce today?" Zack joked, ruffling Zeke's already mused up hair.
"I don't seduce. I flirt maybe." Zeke argued, his annoyance dripping off his words.
"You wish." They boys tumbled down the stairs, the smell of eggs and bacon strong.
"Morning." Mrs. Eyre smiled whilst her boys battled over a single piece of bacon when there was a full plate. A few mumbled 'Morning..' was all she got in return, but Zeke did come over and give her a hug.
"See, she loved me more." Of course the kind gesture had to come with a catch. After much debate over the breakfast table, Zeke thanked his mother and returned to his room for a quick change. His excitement that there was no school was obvious but he was eager to tour the small town. Homework could wait.
Ezekiel pulled on a pair of jeans - he wasn't much of a sweat pants kind of guy - and a long sleeved shirt with a sketchy design of the solar system but instead of the sun at its center was a yellow balloon. It didn't make much sense but Zeke liked it. His neon yellow high tops soon found their way onto his feet as he rushed to grab his leather jacket. He slid his phone and wallet into his back pocket and ran a brush hastily through his hair. The snow was calling him with its white fluffiness. Luckily Zeke enjoyed the snow and the chilling cold for he knew a few unhappy campers with all the cold. But he wasn't going to let it bring him down. Not today.

A wave of frigid air hit Zeke as he stepped out the door. His spine tingled with a shiver but it couldn't wipe his smile from his face. He slid into his slightly beat up silver Mustang. It used to be his father's car but Zeke had happily inherited it when his father felt as if it was time for an SUV. As the engine purred to life, Zeke cranked up the heater. If he didn't have to be cold, why should he? The snowflakes dotted across his wind shield before being taken away by the wind of the moving car. As the land scape sped by, Ezekiel tried to figure out where he should go first: The coffee house, the library, the ski shop? The possibilities were not endless. It was not a large city but you worked with what you had, right? But as Zeke glanced over to his passenger seat, he noticed a few over-due library books. Their fines were most likely sky high.
"Library it is..." Zeke smiled, stopping his car in the library's parking lot. He piled the books into his arms and exited into the cold. Locking his car, checking his reflection in the car window, Zeke headed towards the large oaken doors. A thin layer of snowflakes dusted his hair and shoulders while he struggled to open the door with only one free hand. Finally he slipped into the cozy interior of the large building. With the snow falling from his shoulders and melting into the floor Zeke handed the pile-o-books to a nearby librarian before heading off to find a certain section. He knew there was a book around there somewhere where that he had been dying to read. So he would simply find the book, chill in a quiet corner, and hopefully he would be able to finish so he wouldn't have to waste his snow day. He loved books, yes, but maybe his friends were expecting him. Who knew? Maybe they would start a hockey game. Zeke was always up for a good time.


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Brielle stretched, cat-like, and stayed within the warm encampment that was her large bed. If she didn't move too much, it didn't hurt so bad. Last night her father had gone on a rampage. A pot had been dented. A new bruise was added to Bri's collection. She lazily opened her eyes, the white light tempting her to sleep for another hour or so. But, shakily, Brielle put her small feet onto the cold carpet. She stiffly showered and dressed. The night before she had picked out a cute little outfit but now she rebelled against it. She had been dying to wear a new scarf so she created an outfit from scratch. A pair of light purple skinny jeans + a cable knit black sweater + a scuffed pair of black mukluks + and her new black and white scarf. As she walked out of her bedroom Bri decided on a last minute addition: a black beret-styled knit hat. And for luck on the snow day, Bri had worn her special socks. They were bright pink in color with tiny little hearts scattered across them as if they were flying away. The socks reminded Bri of her mother. The thought sent Brielle into a momentary spiral of sadness. Why did her mother leave? Wasn't her daughter, her husband, and the homey town enough for her?
"I have to head out to work early, there's some food on the counter." Brielle's father's voice drifted upwards. There was a flash of anger in Bri's creamy brown eyes for there wasn't an ounce of regret in her father's voice. It was as if he didn't even remember last night when he stormed into the house, causing fear to coat Bri's mind. She knew that often times whenever her father came home late, it would never be good news for her. And it hadn't been. Bri had put on an extra underneath layer just to make sure that her secret wouldn't be seen. Luckily she didn't have to over do the makeup, only her forearm and the side of her torso were purple in color. But, putting on a smile, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. At least, usually.
"Yeah, I'll be right do-" The door slammed shut. He probably didn't hear me... She told herself as her foot steps barely made a sound on the old wooden stair case. She quietly ate her breakfast by herself and as she did she was only too aware that she was alone, always alone. She had 'friends' and boy friends before but they would never stay when things got tough. If they ever saw it get hard. No one noticed what she was going through. After brushing her teeth, Bri slid on her thin jacket and headed out the door. There was no way she was going to stay inside all day. The snow crushed under her feet, the light breeze tossed her dark hair around. It was going to be a good day, she could feel it.

Bri shut off her phone, ignored her friends if she happened to cross roads with them. She didn't want to get into that part of her act. She just wanted to relax, was that too much to ask? With a flicker of a smile Brielle ran her fingertips lightly over a frozen window. The urge to shop had deminished. She figured today she would grab a cup of tea from one of the open cafes and do a lot of people watching. Watching people. It was something Bri's mother had taught her, even at a young age. It wasn't hard to do but some people enjoyed it more than others. It came easier to others more than some. And Bri was one of those few, or maybe, many. She stood, with her scarf flapping in the wind, staring into a window where a toy shop was scattered with children. Without hearing anything from the inside, Brielle watched as the young boys and girls ran around, laughter clear on their faces. It made Bri smile sadly. She could faintly remember being that age. Everything was a new miracle at that age. Worries were nonexistant. The biggest question was 'What will I have for lunch?' if anything at all. Truthfully, Bri missed those wonder years. Yet, she couldn't be standing there dreaming about the past could she? Moving on, Bri brushed her bangs from her eyes, her feelings feeling like a mixed bag. Why was she so confused today? One moment she was pleased to be alone, the other she was wishing to be young again. Telling herself to pull it together, Bri trudged through the snow, her mind drifting from thought to thought but none really stuck. Pausing to add a layer of chapstick, Brielle saw a group of her friends across the street. She turned her back on them before they could notice her face. Was that mean of her? To feel negative towards her 'friends'? Bri didn't think so, but how could she be sure about anything anymore?

{ Me too! It's crazy, huh?
I was running out of things to say for them so pardon the lack of words. x3
Edit; I changed Bri's power >D}

[lorreli.]

( Yes, yes he is. I remember watching the Lightning Thief for the first time and even though the movie wasn't as good as the book...still...he was amazing xD

Your post was good! No doubt about it. )

Jules finally reached the library after walking several blocks, and by now, her once warm toes were starting to numb and her fingers felt quite frost bitten. Softly, she rubbed them together before making a grab for the handle on the door. Instantly, she felt relief when she stepped into the building. It was as if she were stepping into spring after a long harsh winter. An odd analogy to make, but it was true. She stood there for a few more seconds, and softly inhaled. The smell of fresh, unturned pages greeted her. Oh, the endless possibilites. But first, she had buisness to take care of. She walked over to the front desk and pulled the few books she had in her bag, setting them gently on the counter before walking over towards her favorite section. This was the place she spent most of her time most days - besides the cafe, that was. But the library had always held a place in her heart. Being surrounded by the works of others inspired Jules, so usually when she needed inspriation for a sketch, painting or essay, she would come here and read a few books. That wasn't her intention today, however. She had a few ideas fresh in her mind for creative works, but she was at a loss. She needed some books, not for inspiration, but to simply read. She passed up the popular teen books like Twilight - she was past that by now. As she went up and down the isles, she realized there was a book that her father had recommended that she wanted to check out. So, she made her way to the adult's section, and there it was.

It was called The Last Lecture, and it was by a Carneige Mellon professor, Randy Pausch. Her father had simply raved about this book after he had read it - that was all he talked about one summer. Recently, he told her that she should read it. And, even though it wasn't really her genre, she decided to give it a try. She flipped through it, just to see the content, and read the back. All she really knew about it was that it was about the professor, and how he had cancer and how he had dealt with that. She knew he had died - her father had been very unhappy when he heard. And that was about it. But her father had said it is full of life lessons and good advice that he had come to apperciate, and now she was old enough to apperciate it as well. So, without futher ado, she walked over to the check out desk to take it out. She pulled out her library card from her wallet and watched them scan it, before giving it and the book back to her. "That book will be due back on the twenty-seventh." said the librarian in a bored, drawling voice. Juli took out her phone and marked it on her calendar, just so she wouldn't forget. "Alright, thank you." she murmmered, putting the book safely in her bag and then heading for the door. But, she stopped quickly - the snow was starting to fall a bit faster, as she could see, and the wind was picking up. The cafe was a big of a walk away...and her toes and fingers were still adjusting to the warmth. She shivered at the thought of walking again - it was at least a couple more blocks away. So, she decided the best thing she could do is sit in the library for about a half hour until she had warmed up enough to walk again. It seemed like a stupid excuse not to walk a few blocks, but Julianna wasn't a winter person. Therefore, she wasn't built to withstand the cold, the snow, the sleet, the freezing rain, the ice. So, she looked around until she found a vacant chair to sit in. She draped her bag over the side and sat down, her eyes wandering over the people in the library itself. There were a few people her age there, but none of her friends. There was a few boys...that brought her to think about she and her father's conversation the night before. "Why haven't you brought home any boys yet to meet me?" her father had asked during dinner. Juli had stopped to think carefully about her answer, and then decided on telling him the truth. "So far, I haven't really found any that were worth bring home to meet." she had confessed with a simple shrug. Her father's eyes glazed over - she knew that most fathers would be happy to know their daughter wasn't chasing after boys, but Mr. Barker was slightly troubled in Julianna's lack of interest. "So...there's no one you're interested in? No one at all?" Julianna shrugged again. There were boys she was interested in, but none she was willing to pursue. "I guess you could say that, as of now, my heart belongs to my art and writing." And they ended the conversation there. But, the truth was, there were some boys interested in, and it wasn't that she wasn't willing to pursue them. No, it was because they would never think to pursue her. She puffed out a sigh and dug her sketch book out of her bag and began to look through her pictures. Thinking about love got her depressed. And she guessed the reason guys didn't think to pursue her because they didn't know who she was. Well, maybe that was a good thing. Maybe Juli was meant to be alone. At least, that what she had been thinking, anyways.

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"Niiiiiick! I wanna sit in the front!" Audrey whined as Nick hoisted her carseat off the garage floor and began to open the back door. "You're too small to sit in the front Audrey - once you're a bigger girl you can sit in the front." Nick explained patiently as he set her seat in the back and held the door ajar for her to climb in. She wrinkled her nose in distatste at having to sit in the back, but climbed in anyways. Nick closed the door for her and walked around the car to get to the front. He opened his door and slid into the front seat, putting the key in the ignition and then turning on the radio. His favorite station was playing - a popular alternative rock station. He heard Audrey huff angrily in the back. "Nick, can we pleeeeeeease listen to something else? I don't like this kind of music." Nick sighed and reached to change the dial, going through a couple of other stations before Audrey stopped him abruptly when she heard the song Firework by Katy Perry. "I loove this song." she cooed with a smile, laying back in her seat and looking out the window as Nick pulled out of the garage. The snow was falling in big flakes as he drove down the road, Audrey softly humming to Katy Perry in the background. Nick drove up into the town and looked out the window to look around for any parking spaces. He could hear Audery gasping in excitement as they passed a toy store. "Oh my gosh look Nick look!!" She said, pointing at a toy inside the front window of the shop. "We have to go there first!!" She exclaimed, her eyes becoming wide. "Hurry up, park there!" She said, pointing to space that was right near the door. He just grinned and shrugged as he pulled into the space - Audrey would be Audrey. As he finally parked and got out of the car, Audrey was jumping up and down in her seat and unbuckled. When Nick opened the car door, she burst out and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the store. "Come on come on!" She yelped as she dragged, her eyes lit up as they finally hit the store. She squealed in delight and left Nick's side, running up to the toy in the window. He sighed and just smiled as he watched her excitement, leaning up against the wall to watch her. Sometimes, he could never get enough of his crazy little sister.

( Ahhh, sorry for Nick's fail post )

[anonymouse]

Ezekiel ran his finger absentmindedly across the row upon rows of books. The shelves towered above him and the sound of rustling pages was music to Zeke's ears. How could someone not enjoy their time at the library? It only relaxed Zeke and helped his mind clear; something he could use at the moment. He just wasn't sure as to what he wanted to do. Did he want to actually try to have a girlfriend? Did he want to go to college or maybe wait a year or so? Should he wait to travel the world or not? He slipped a book out of the shelf and skimmed the pages before putting it back. It was obvious that you should never judge a book by its cover but Zeke did it anyway. He hardly read a book without liking the cover or the way it was presented. It was a tad cruel to books everywhere but he figured they'd get over it. His dark hair gently falling into his eyes, Zeke pulled book after book from the shelves but they never stayed in his hands for long. It was a sad day when Zeke couldn't find anything to read. Sometimes he just wasn't in the mood or he had too much on his mind. But, when push comes to shove, Zeke always has a few go-to books. So he simply headed to one of his favorite authors and was pleased to see that there was a new book by the author. It took him a moment to read the introduction that could come with a book either on the back or on the inside cover. It was a whole new plot as to what the author had been previously writing about, but it sounded interesting enough. The warmth was seeping through his thin layers and if there was one thing Zeke didn't like, it was being hot. He unzipped his jacket and let himself enjoy his break at the library. Maybe he would grab something at the cafe. Maybe he wouldn't. That was fine too. Zeke just wanted the day to be about relaxation if he could.

Unable to resist, Zeke opened the book to the first page and began reading even as he walked. It was something only a few readers could accomplish and Zeke was very proud to say that he could talk the talk and walk the walk fairly well. Most of the time. Before Zeke knew it, his book was on the floor along with another book he didn't recall.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I had my nose in a book." Zeke felt himself blush with embarrassment as he bent down to pick up his book and, since he liked to be a gentleman, he picked up the other book as well. When he handed the strange-looking book to the other person, he felt his breath leave his lungs. Before him was a young girl, maybe around his age, who had the most stunning eyes he'd ever seen. They were deep in color and gave her an almost doe-eyed appearance. He couldn't speak for a moment but as he stood up to quickly regain his voice. "The name's Zeke." He smiled shyly, suddenly slightly tongue tied. He hadn't seen her around, he was 99.9% sure she went to his high school for it was the only one around, but he would have thought that he would remember a girl like her. Then again, maybe she wasn't the type of girl to grab for the spotlight.


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With the snow dusting around her boots, Brielle turned to look back at the toy store to see a hyper little girl running into the toy store, a large smile lighting the girl's eyes. But before she looked away she noticed an older boy who followed after what Bri assumed was his younger sister. As the frigid breeze ruffled Bri's half curls - she had curled her hair the day before so some of them straightened a bit - she felt a true smile come to her face as she watched from a distance. She had always hoped for a brother or even a sister. But that wasn't going to happen. Right before she left, Bri's mother and father were like oil and water. They argued often. They tried to keep their voices low but Brielle could always hear even when she was in an entire room. Sometimes she had nightmares about it. But she let all those thoughts fall out of her mind as she turned away from the brother and sister and headed towards a nearby coffee shop. Even though she felt 'too young' to drink coffee, she couldn't get enough of the smell. So she quietly entered and ordered a cup of black tea. There was nothing like a hot drink during a cold day. She sat in the corner, her fingers burning from the hot tea. The reason she chose the corner booth was so that she could people watch. Stirring a good amount of honey into her tea, Bri watched as a teen couple from her school waltzed in. They were holding hands and both the tough looking boy and the almost nerdy girl were smiling brightly at each other. It caused a small pang of sadness to re-enter her heart. Am I going to laugh and be joyous today? Or am I going to let myself sink into a 'phase' of depression? Brielle looked away from the couple to her dark tea, annoyed at herself. Was it really that hard to cheer herself up?

But soon more people trickled in and Brielle focused her sole attention on them. She tried to read into their body language, what might be hiding in their eyes, or even listen to their voices. Not listen to the conversations, but to the way different people's voices rose and fell in different ways. She felt the anxiety slip away and the minor pain of her bruises melted away. As long as she didn't trigger a sad memory or thought, maybe she could get through one more day. Brielle ran her thumb absentmindedly over the rim of her tea cup after taking a small sip. What did she want? It was a question she had asked herself many times but she was never able to answer. She knew a few things that she'd love to get away from - i.e. being the 'good girl' - but they were out of reach. So what could she do that might brighten her day, open her eyes to a whole world past her troubles? That was the question that she had no idea how to answer. She didn't know where her mother was so that was a no. She couldn't think of a way to make her father's rage be eliminated. And love was a big, red, 'X'. She could never bring the boy home, she could never let herself fall in love. It was dangerous in more ways than one. And being a fool-hearted-teen, she couldn't help but wonder what dating for love not show would be like. All the boys she had dated were jerks but what would it be like to date someone who actually had a brain and respected girls? For a moment the boy she had seen with his young sister flashed into her mind. He seemed like a boy that could actually hold an intelligent conversation. But what was the chances of her actually seeing him again?

{ True that ^^
Aw, thanks! Sorry for Bri's fail post xD }

[lorreli.]

Jules sat riggedly in her chair as she explored her past artworks. This was something she did often, almost everday - going through her large sketchpad. Sometimes, she would stumble across a picture and she would instantly remember a memory or event that caused her to draw the picture. Or she would think hard to remember the inspiration behind the drawing. Either way, it was all still a lovely time for Juli - she felt like an artist critic, yet she was critiqing her own work. Yet, as she went through the drawings, she could find nothing wrong - she had found all the flaws in every picture billions of times, and nothing abut the pictures had changed from the night before when she inspected it before she fell asleep. She sighed after flipping through it a few more times, looking for flaws to perfect. And still, each time, nothing had changed. She stowed the notebook away and then pulled out her library book, opening it up and beginning to read. But the book didn't hold her attention for long. She was desperate to get to the cafe - there were so many possibilities awaiting her. Whenever Julianna went to the cafe, she was always struck with an idea and she was easily able to write or draw. She could sit in that little cafe for hours on end if she wanted to, and just sit. Sit and sit and sit. She would sip coffee and come up with inspirations. Sometimes, on days she was lucky enough, she could fit in a drawing as well as a writing. Sometimes she could write about the drawing, or draw the scenario in her writing. And on her best days, she was even able to color in the drawing with her oil pastels. Thinking about her art made her just want to get to the cafe. Forget about the cold for now. She stood up abruptly and hitched the bad over her shoulder, pushing the chair in and then, to her surprise, colliding with another body.

Jules wasn't one to yelp or scream, so she did not. But she did jump. She opened her mouth to say her apologies, but no words came out. He said something about reading and walking, but she didn't really process. She just stood there and watched him, her eyes getting wider and wider. She could guess that, right about now, she looked like a dear caught in headlights - a look she got when she was alarmed. When he handed her book back, she took it hesitantly. Then, as she did with all people, she began to assess him. He was very handsome, in her opinion. And she knew that he went to her school. She had seen him around. She had a feeling that she knew him though - had he been in her class last semester? Been to the cafe a few times? Possibly dated one of her friends? She couldn't recall his name. Then, he introduced himself as Zeke. Did she know many Zekes? "Oh, uh...hi. I'm...." it took her a few moments to recall her own name. "Julianna." she finally managed. She finally realized she was leaving something out. "Um...sorry I ran into you I....I didn't see you...yea...." she managed to stutter softly. She had a feeling that, after hearing her talk, he was regretting picking up her book or staying to chat.

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Audrey was wizzing around the store like a maniac, conversing with a few people she knew, like some friends from her school, and complete strangers who were buying toys for their kids. Nick just stood with his back to the wall, amused as he watched his little sister flit from shelf to shelf, down isle and isle, looking for what she wanted. Since he was standing near the window, he could see people passing buy. A few girls from his school flitted by, all bundled up and happy looking. A few of his friends walked by and, to his dismay, looked up and saw him in the window. They arched their eyebrows and waved him to come outside, but his shook his head and pointed at Audrey, who was now tugging on his sleeve. They raised their eyebrows even further, staring at Nick and his sister, and then just shrugged. One mouthed something about seeing him later, and joined the others. Nick sighed - sometimes he didn't realized that not many guys took their little sisters around town on snow days. Then, he turned his attention back to Audrey, who was still profusly tugging on his sleeve. "Look what I found!" she said excitedly as she held up a yellow lab plushie. Her face was lighting up in excitement, and she looked at Nick expectantly. Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, pink wallet and handed it to her. She wrinkled her nose and stared up at him. "If you want it, you are going to have to buy it, little girl." Nick said with a chuckle. He had a feeling before they left that Audrey was under the impression he was going to buy her something. So he made sure he brought her wallet along. She sighed and took out a crisp twenty dollar bill, and headed to the check out counter. Nick patiently awaitng her return, in which she took her wallet back and stuffed her change inside, now holding a small plastic bag. "Nicky, can we go get some hot cocoa please?" Audrey asked, pointing to the cafe across the street. Nick nodded lightly and the two left the store, Audrey reaching for Nick's hand as they crossed the street.

Audrey and Nick walked into the cafe together, and of course, Audrey automatically began to assess people in the restruant. "Are those two people on a date Nick?" Audrey asked quietly, tugging on his sleeve and pointing at the couple sitting in one of the smaller booths. Nick gently lowered Audrey's outstreached arm and direted his gaze to the couple - a pair of sophmores from his school. "Yes Audrey." he said as he approached the counter to order. "Ooooooh, ok." Audrey said curiously as her gaze drifted away from them. As Nick ordered, he looked around the cafe himself. There was the couple, a few middle school girls sitting at a round table gossiping over chai lattes, and an old man reading the paper off in the corner. But there was one person that struck him. A girl, sitting all alone in one of the larger booths. She looked very pretty...so why was she sitting all alone? Sometimes, Nick didn't understand why pretty girls sat alone. "Here you go sir, have a nice day." The person at the counter said, handing him the two drinks. "Ok, Audrey, why don't you pick a table for us to sit at, ok?" Nick said as he held the two drinks, hot chocolate for her and a small moccha latte for him. "Ok!" Audrey said in a chipper voice. It didn't take her long to find a seat - she plopped down in the larger booth across from the girl that had caught Nick's eye. Nick could tell why Audrey chose there - she never liked it when people were lonely. "Hi!" Audrey chirped. Nick hovered by the seat, feeling awkward. How would this girl react to Audrey? Would she think she was cute, or annoying. Audrey looked up at Nick and rolled her eyes. "Sit down Nick, don't just stand there." she said in an annoyed tone, patting the seat next to her. Nick sighed mentally and slid into the booth next to his sister, handing her the cocca and trying to focus in his coffee. Sometimes, Audrey really embarresed him.

( no problem (: )