For Once in Our Lives (Semi-lit- literate Accepting)

[tide.]

OOC: Bump? O_o

[Season of the Star]

(I guess we could start... You guys can start first with any kind of jump in point or the ones on the first page.)

[tide.]

OOC: i'm busy right now, but I'll make my reply ASAP.

[johnsum.]

~Joy~



Username:
JoyCh155
Name:
Joyce 'Joy' Anne Summer
Element:
Psychic + Air is that's okay with you~
Age:
Fourteen, almost fifteen.
Gender:
"Last time I checked I had girl parts so I'm apparently a girl."
Crush:
No one at the moment.
Personality:
Joy is usually the happy-go-lucky child who tries to get everyone in a great mood, whether they are naturally upset or not. But yet if she is mad she is a complete b!tch. She will try what ever she can possible do to get back at someone or just ditch them right there on the spot. Never did she really care for someone if they made her mad in every conversation they have had. Then there is the fact she will almost always act like a child if she isn't doing something other than sitting around, ignoring everyone or trying to cheer someone up sometimes it is the fact that her childhood wasn't that great and that she doesn't want to grow up to psychiatrists but when really she just is hyper and hasn't been tested for ADHD or some other hyper attention span disorder that could be treated. She is just a hard nut to crack with anyone's help.
History:
Growing up, Joy's family has always been lower class even if they had almost too many computers for her ex-step-father being a computer technician, even after his accident, yet that's getting too ahead of her life story. It basically started when her mom was pregnant with her and barely had any money as it was. She never did really feed herself once Joy was born ending up just letting Joy eat and eating what ever was left over. Some times it was like Joy didn't want to eat for the fact she didn't want her only mother to die from starvation, not eating in the process. Joy was always the one who would rather die than her family, how ever small it was. This was almost for the first few years of her life, before she noticed that her mom found out the psychological warfare she was doing to get her to eat for herself.

Then there was the fact when she was only like ten her mother got married to this human and that started to bring in even more income into the poor house that they could barely afford. He worked for his family's business for a time until that fateful day where he was hit by an oncoming car. From that he was disabled in his lower body and back, barely bringing anything into the house. This just caused so much stress for the young child causing her to almost kill herself a few times in this midst. Soon enough she ran away for who knows how long and then she came home to find out that this man she never had really been attached to was gone. Though she was grounded she was around thirteen years old and just counting down to the time where she could actually get a job of some sort now.
Birthmark:
Can be found, here.
Other:
I don't really know if anything should go here so I'm leaving it at nothing!

[Season of the Star]

(Okay, the birthmark can be found HERE! I'll add your names and you can color your birthmarks.
Accepted.)

[johnsum.]

((Okay and thank you~))

[tide.]

OOC: Alright, I'll begin. :3

I couldn't hold down my rage. What was this idiot doing, talking to me about who had a worse life? He didn't have a murderer after him. He didn't have two dead parents and no siblings. I didn't even remember how we'd gotten onto that topic, but all that mattered to me at the moment was me winning this argument. Not him or his feelings, not the crowd of people around us since we'd been punching each other and doing some major MMA fighting, none of it mattered at all. We'd both threatened the teachers, and they seemed to have backed off. Unfortunately, they seemed to have backed off to call the cops. "You idiot!" I yelled. "Do you have any idea what I've been through? My parents are dead, I have a freaking assassin after me, and my parents will isn't unlimited. What are you talking about with all your friends, your whole family alive, and that mansion you've got? Huh? Don't gimme this crap." I said, staring at him fiercely. What I didn't notice was that the birthmark on my wrist was beginning to glow a soft aqua blue. Now, let me tell you about that birthmark. I have always had it, but lately, whenever I get mad or my emotions spike it's started to glow. Nothing has ever happened that's worth telling anyone, so I've kept it a secret. Well, it wasn't much of a secret now. The soon-to-be-known-to-me Zara was standing in the back of the crowd {OOC: Hopefully, Echo does need to meet her, right? xD} but I didn't notice that, either. Like I said, all that really mattered to me was winning this argument. "Well don't I know it, life is tough. Surely you know that because of the experiences you've had in this tough tough life. Well I have all these expectations to live up to, and --" "Can it, moron!" My voice was hardly below a scream. "Whatever you're about to say, it doesn't matter. Just --" I threw my hands down to my sides and tensed them. A tingle ran through my arms, and a column of clear, clue, bluish water began to rise from the ground and curl around my arm like a wisp of smoke, like a snake. I was so shocked I didn't even continue, I just watched as the water seemed to breath like a living thing, convulsing and trickling along my arm as if its life force was more than inanimate. In a fit of anger, I threw my arm forward towards him in fury, and the water instantly twirled off my arm and began to curl around him. I had intended to hit him again, but I just dropped my arm and let it hang completely loose as my mouth hung open as well. The water dissipated and fell, absorbing into the ground like it had never existed. I raised my palms and stared at them. The glow of my "birthmark" faded. I blinked in disbelief. How. . .? I just stood there in the courtyard, the fountain to my left still just trickling peacefully as if the whole scene just wasn't real -- just as it should've been.

[Puzzles]

~~~Ivy~~~

Ivy laughed on the inside as she saw out of the corner of her eyes, that her opponent was beginning top fail miserably. She kept singing, the words flowing endlessly out of her mouth:
“Feel it comin' in the air,
And the screams from everywhere.
I'm addicted to the thrill,
It's a dangerous love affair.
Can't be scared when it goes down,
Got a problem, tell me now.
Only thing that's on my mind,
Is who's gonna run this town tonight?
Is who's gonna run this town tonight?
We gonna run this town…”
Her body moved in time with the music, her blue eyes closing. She smirked as the music peaked, no words being sung she back flipped and landed perfectly on her feet, knees in a V shape. She slowing got up, running her hands up the backs her legs. She started singing again, her moving her hips delicately, left and right, her shoulders moving with her hips. Pouty lips in a sly grin, the crowds going wild before the two. The music ended and everybody cheered and clapped, she grinned and posed, one arm in the air, the other on her hip that was hooked to the side. The blonde beside her snarled angrily.
“You little cow! This was my show! I was supposed to be the star here, you fat whore!” she screamed. The grin dissolved from her face, she swung to fast to face the girl, that she felt a crack in her neck. The birthmark on her arm glowed slightly, as she stalked towards the blonde.
“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, YOU F-ING COW!” She shouted, angrily. The girl seemed impressed for riling her up, and turned to walk away.
“Don’t walk away from me, you slut!” She growled, and suddenly the girl’s shirt started going up in flames when her hand had gone near her. She gasped and took a few steps back realising that her birthmark as glowing. She took a few more steps back, and heard the flash of cameras. She immediately ran, she didn’t care where just as long as she got away.

[Season of the Star]

Zara walked up to a girl she hardly knew. Water had splashed onto the cold ground and everyone was gaping. This wasn't good. Police were agitated, taking notes and coming with hand-cuffs. Not good at all. She hated it when life suddenly turned into this muddled pool of hate as everyone scrambled to get a hold on the elemental first. The authorities were usually the second to try, but Zara had always successfully reached the elemental first. It was part of her psychic gift, in which few really had.
"Zarain Tailia Willow." Zara introduced, flashing a silver badge backed by leather. The policemen faltered, squinting. Apparently they hadn't gotten the memo. Too bad people were being careless enough to get in Zara's way when she needed recruits. Instead she turned to them and frowned.
"Well, get lost! Get the people away, my recruiting session doesn't need to be watched by the entire town! Confiscate phones, laptops, cameras. Anything that holds pictures. We don't need pictures ending up on facebook." She ordered, but when they didn't respond she wanted to sigh, "Well, get a move on then! Government matters!" She made shooing motions with her hand. Reluctantly the police backed down and started backing the immense crowd.

"Come with me, don't look back. Sorry to bother you, miss, but if you don't come with me you might get dissected in a government lab. Not much time to explain here, the officials will get suspicious. I'll explain everything in the following days." Zara told Echo, moving towards her large black Jeep.

[| LionCub |]

Nim
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind

Nim was walking around the small, yet big town square, everyone was looking at her. She felt like a freak, she felt like an outsider. Then a small girl came up behind her and started poking her with a small twig. Okay, that was it, she hand enough. She turned towards the little girl, her face was scrunched up into a sneer. "Okay. What is you problem?" She said, almost yelling. Then a sudden feeling washed over her. It was fear. She looked down at the little girl, who looked like she was going to cry. "I'm so sorry," Nim said, quietly.