Dazed and Confused *Spots Open*

[Anomaly]

(*thumbs up*)

[0live]

Hunter Form-
http://www.zastavki.com/pictures/1440x900/2010/Anime_Female_Killer_021026_.jpg
the image is too big to post but I love it so much that I can't use another one :)
Name: Olive Rosso
Age: 18
Personality: Olice is daring, brave and knows no limitations. She thinks she can do everything by herself and at times thinks she's never going to get hurt. She always beats herself up whenever she gets hurt or does wrong and feels aweful when someone gets hurt unintentionaly by her. She always feels like she has to prove herself and feels like the weakest hunter of them all.
Gender: female
Number: 6
Power: Time Control
History: (optional)
Theme Song: How You Like Me Now by The Heavy
Crush: none yet
Other: yay, I finished :D

[Queen of Spades]

((No, we need one girl and one guy, just as I put. So bungalow, your character is accepted, and howlwithwolves, your male hunter is accepted. And that means all of the spots are filled! Huzzah. Now, I just have to get up a starting post, so be patient. It may take a day or so. Or I could suddenly think of something and post it. ))

[Petrichor]

(OOC; Okay. And thank you!)

[Anomaly]

((Jeez, I was off. Last night I thought I saw to males. >.< Now it's two.))

[Queen of Spades]

((Okay, I amazingly have something. So, here goes:
Setting: The NYC in the intro in the morning. It is May 16th, and it is cloudy with a few drizzles of rain. It's just kind of sprinkling. It's around 8 am.

Oh, and I'm going to try out my skills at first person! *dun dun dun* So you have been warned about longer-than-normal posts and crazy inner thoughts. Here I go.))

~Thanatos~
Today is turning out to be a gloomy, depressing day. It's cloudy and rainy. I hate rain. It's too depressing. I don't like being depressed. It's just a thing of mine. I just think dark environments are really depressing, that's why I don't really like them. I know, I know, so says the guy who wears dark colored clothes all the time. But dark colored clothes are fine. It's just dark surroundings I don't like. Anyway... I had volunteered to get breakfast for everyone, which wasn't really hard to do... There were a lot of little cafes around. And Starbucks. So, I had a bunch of coffees and muffins. I wasn't even back to the warehouse when I heard a voice. "So... Whatcha got?" I sighed. "I told you not to talk to me in public." I muttered. My little ghost buddy had followed me. I named him Charles. He got annoyed every time I called him that, claiming his real name was Ian, but I just like Charles better. "There's no one around. So, don't worry about it!" "Well I do worry about it. You'd be worried too, if you had a chance of being caught talking to... something, being labeled a schizophrenic, and locked up in a nut house. Plus, I don't like talking to you guys when there's a chance of one of the others suddenly popping up. I don't like talking to you guys in front of people." That's when he finally decided to show himself. He walked beside me, hands in his pockets. He had slicked back black hair and wore a brown suit, like he was going to a business meeting. If normal people could see him, they'd think he was perfectly normal. Except for the fact that he had a huge burgundy splotch on the chest of the suit. He said he was accidentally shot. I don't know, so I just believe him. "Well fine, then I won't talk around your friends." He finally concluded.
"I'm back." I called when I got inside the warehouse. "And I got food and drinks, so come get it while it's hot." I said as I put the bag and cardboard tray on a crate by the door. I fished out my banana muffin, without nuts as I am allergic to various kinds, and grabbed a coffee. I wandered over to where I had slept the night before, and plopped down. I ran a hand through my hair, and glared at Charles, who was still there. "I'm not talking, so don't even give me that!" He told me while crossing his arms. I only sighed. I hated my necromancy skill.
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~Solomon~
Ugh, I hate mornings... I was still in bed by eight, though I was awake. Barely, but I was awake. The only thing that woke me up was my phone. That stupid phone, and it's stupid piercing ringtone that I was required to have by the boss so I could hear it when an order came about... An order! I thought frantically, then sat up quickly. I blinked myself awake, shook my head a bit, then answered the phone in the most awake-sounding "Hello" I could muster at the moment. I'd probably be shot if he found out I was still in bed... He did want us up by at least seven, after all. "No, sir." ... "Yes, sir, right away, sir." ... "Really?" ... "I'm on it, sir!" And with that, I hung up, then flung my phone across the room so it landed on a pillow on the floor. No need to break it. I crawled under the covers, then closed my eyes. I soon opened them again, and glared. Now I couldn't sleep, and my mind didn't feel like staying there any longer, but my body did. So, while I was just laying there, a furious battle going on between body and mind, I balanced out the options of staying there and getting up. Food, comfort, food, comfort, food, comfort... Food. I quickly flung the covers off again, and started to trudge into the main area of the hotel room. I was semi-curious if all of the girls were up... I didn't exactly know any of them too well, so I couldn't tell.

((Now, when a person posts, stop. We're going to wait for every person to post once before going off on our own.))

[harley.quinn]

|~Zeth~|
I moaned I lay in bed, full dressed. I stood up, I was wearing the same clothes I always did. I had gotten dressed about an hour ago, and then just layyed in bed.
I stepped out of my room, and down the stairs, almost tripping over my feet, since this morning I seemed only half awake.
I saw Thantos "Hello. Good morning." I said. Not noticing the ghost right next to him, yet.
I reach into the bag and pulled out a blue berry muffin, and a coffee.
I started to drink the coffee and I sat down at the small table.
I just poked the muffin since I wasn't really hungry.
I then noticed the ghost standing next to Thantos, as I started to wake up.
I tumbled backwards and out of my seat, luckily I did like half a cartwheel, or I could've landed on my face.



|~Rose~|
I walked through the hallway and walked into my room, I was fully dressed in my armor, although I had to wait for all the other hunters, to go looking for fugitives.
I hate fugitives, they could control themselves and were just a freak of nature. Why did the government ever think they would make a good army, they were just freaks.
I skirted around her dresser and over to her bed weaving her way through he room.
I yawned and ripped a brush through her hair.
I looked blankly around my almost empty room.
Well technically not 'my' room, since they were in a hotel.
But I like to think as if the places I hang out in are mine.
I slammed my alarm clock down a second after the alarm started blaring.
I thought Silly alarm clock, gonna need to get up earlier to wake me up.

[Petrichor]

Carmella's eyes opened slowly as she pulled the small and thin blanket off her lap. She sat up, mumbling to herself. Her eyes were still blurry from the daze that she called sleep, or was it even sleep? It sure didn't feel like sleep. She turned her head and looked out the window, frowning at the light shining through. She wasn't a morning person. In fact, if she had the chance, she'd sleep all day if she could. But Carmella could never do that to her team mates. She walked into the bathroom and studied her reflection for quite some time. Her waist long black hair was in a mess and her clothes were messy and not neat. Well, of course. She had just woken up. She ran a hand through her hair to untangle the slight knots in her hair. She sighed slightly, not necessarily a pitiful sigh, but a tired sigh. She got dressed quickly and walked back to the window. She stared out of it dreamily, thinking she had plenty of time before anyone else was awake.

[Anomaly]

Cyler slowly opened her eyes at Thanatos's sudden booming voice. She slowly uncurled from her small corner and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She cracked one eye open and looked at him. "Food...?" She said groggily. Her dreams had led her to dark blotches under her eyes. She rubbed her eyes again, trying to focus. She knew that he was probably yelling at himself... Again. She looked up at the light shining through a window and stretched. She got up and tiptoed over the others, trying not to step on them. She heard the whispers of the birds outside, shaking their voices out of her head and moving around the others carefully. She sighed as she came over to Thanatos. "You alright?" she asked calmly.
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Dresyn stared at the ceiling right above his bed. It couldn't be that early. He looked at the clock on the nightstand. He shook his head and got up. He stretched like he had rested all night, which of course he didn't. He used his speed and got dressed quickly, before heading out into the main room. He knew the girls would take a long time to get ready. Always do. he thought with a smug grin. He headed into the kitchen and started raiding through it. He didn't know what to eat, but anything sounded good to him right now.

[Hargreaves]

.Yuliya~*~Kuromova.

Looking up at the sudden blaring of the alarm clock, Yuliya was just in time to see Rose slam her fist down in apparent rage on the poor thing. Dressed in a camisole and sweatpants, barefoot, she was stretched out in the splits on the other side of the bed. Leaning forward to touch her toes, she let out a sigh at the good feeling of the stretch. Then, she sat up, swept her legs under herself and hopped up with the grace of a trained dancer.
"Good morning, Rose," she said in her usual eerie monotone. "You got up early, I see. I will get dressed soon." She pulled out her hair tie and combed her fingers through her long, thick blonde braid to loosen it. Padding over to the window, she flung the shades open and gazed impassively outside.

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.::Valentin.Asker::.

"Thirty-nine, forty," Valentin grunted as he completed another two push-ups. Sweat dripped from his forehead and ran into his eyes, but he didn't allow himself to stop. "Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three." He gritted his teeth, but he was smiling. At the end of an exhaustive workout, push-ups were a good way for him to finish. He was going to make it today, and nothing bad would happen. "Forty-four!"
And then the voices came.
Heeeeey, Valentin! a warm female voice chirped in his ear. Good morning! Forty-four pushups? Is that the best you can do? I can do better than that!
You're ugly, commented someone else. And you stink. No wonder nobody likes you.
As always, Valentin tried to ignore them. "Forty-five."
As always, he couldn't. Thirty-one! the voices hissed, delighted to set him off track.
"Th- forty-six. Shut up!"
Twenty! Nine! Eighty-three! One hundred eleven! The voices shrieked, cackling and rising to an almost unbearable pitch.
"Forty-seven! Forty-eight! Forty-nine!" The voices rose, drowning out everything except a current of screams and insane laughter that forced Valentin onto his knees, roaring "SHUT UP!" so loudly that the entire warehouse could hear it.
Twenty- one voice began, but was cut off.
Valentin waited for a moment to regain his thoughts and make sure the voices wouldn't start again, then stood up. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and there was a wet triangle down the front of his t-shirt. Walking softly to the area where everyone else seemed to be gathering, he picked out a cup of coffee and took a sip.