{Meteorite}{Semi-Literate}{Accepting Boys Only}

[starlord.]

(People need to post before I move everyone along, theres a part where all characters have to be present.)

[Jlxgn]

Jun‘ichi
Meteorite

Username:

Jlxgn

Full Name:

Jun‘ichi Furukawa

Age:

21

Mutated or Goverment:

Mutie, but I guess you should know this already.

Gender:

Male

Gift:

I can release toxins to neurologically influence people. Whether to harm, persuade or otherwise.

Personality:

I am very stubborn about my decisions, and about most of what I do. If I decide to mess with you, you most likely won't come out unscathed. I have an okay temper, though it is hard to get me out of a rage when I am. I don't think of more than one way out of a problem usually, and strive to make my solution successful. I haven't had many friends in life, but the ones I do have I protect till the bitter end.

Anything Else Important?:

I have black hair, brown eyes, as well as fair skinned. I almost always wear a gray shirt with jeans. I have a small scar running from my wrist halfway to my elbow.

[Korra's Left Foot]

(( I don't have a picture of my character yet, since she's of my own description. I'll just have her description under the "Anything Else" if that's fine. ))

Momo
Meteorite

Username:

Mosica

Full Name:

Momo Okan Scarlet

Age:

17

Mutated or Goverment:

Mutated

Gender:

Female

Gift:

Ice & Cold Manipulation

Personality:

A hard nut to crack. Momo likes to be left alone and not disturbed, even if she isn't doing anything all that important. She can be quite stubborn at times, especially in an argument. She isn't the best person to be around when in a sour mood, which is usually all the time. On her more up days, she seeks enjoyment through others' misfortunes and losses, which brings out her darker, more mischievous side. Deep down, very far down, Momo has a softer side. Although she will never openly admit to it, it may show in her actions once in a blue moon. She has created a shell for herself, only wanting to be accepted. Though, even she tries to deny it all herself.

Anything Else Important?:

Her hair is a black-ish-navy color, usually pulled up in a high, messy ponytail. Her bangs aren't long enough to fit into her ponytail so they usually fall over her face, and sometime attempts to keep them smoothed back over her ears. One would say Momo's uninviting eyes are white, however there are flecks of different shades of blue when looked at close enough.

Momo stands at 5'5" and wears khaki cargo pants which were cut into capris, tight-fitting black hoodie with the sleeves cut off which has ice blue swirl designs on it. She has thick cotton wrist-guards that match her hoodie both in design and color. On her right shoulder is a tattoo of the Japanese character for ice.

[starlord.]

(Jlxgn@ Not accepted. Please reread rules.
Mosica@ Accepted. Start whenever.)

[Jlxgn]

I apologize, I had read the rules, but it posted before I was finished. I'll edit.

[starlord.]

(Alright.)

[Harkness<3]

Jerem sat at the base of a tree, his head back. He liked the quiet, the silence he only had here. With a big family like his, he never got any of it. He stood, turning and gazing at the beautiful oak. He cried out in pain as something hit the back of his head, falling forward onto his knees. He rubbed the back of his neck, then cried out again as his back burned, feeling as if something was eating him from the inside out. His hand moved down, brushing the top of feathered wings. Pushing himself to his feet, he turned around, not sure what to do.

Finally deciding to head home, he forced his feet to move, to carry him in the right direction. But when he reached his house, it was surronded by large black cars and people in dark suits. He backed away, running right into a person who had crept up behind him. Turning and swinging his fist, he brought the man to his knees, and then took off, trying only to get away. Then a voice echoed through the air.

"I would get back here if I were you," said the cruel rumble, making him cringe. Jerem turned, his eyes widening. A tall man stood at the door, Jerem's youngest sister in his arms. He cried out, falling to the pavement as the man grinned. Then he felt a sharp pinch in his side, and looked down, the dart already darkening his world.

Peeling open his eyes, Jerem gazed around, cursing under his breath. The room looked eerily familiar, in that way that it was but it wasn't. White walls, cold tile, it looked like a room in an isane asylum. Jerem pushed himself to his feet, stumbling. What was going on?

[tide.]

(Mutated or goverment? We need more boys too.)

[ mutated, I'll post it by Sunday, I've only got an iPad to post my form with ]

[Korra's Left Foot]

Like any other day that her parents were home, a fight went down. Momo slammed the back door shut as hard as she could to emphasize her anger. She hadn't even grabbed a coat on the way out, because she was in such a rush to get away. She was fiercely stomping over a thin layer of snow that just fell this morning, further and further into the woods that was their backyard. There wasn't much of a variety when it came down to the trees, since they were in the high north, so was mainly just pine trees.

Momo was breathing heavily, each one coming out in a visible puff, because of the cold. Her anger was slowly melting as she trudged onward. The air nipped at her exposed skin, but she didn't care. She wouldn't feel really cold unless she stopped moving, which she wasn't planning on too soon. She tried to focus on the chirping birds high above her head.

Eventually she slowed down a little, coming to a normal walk. The forest around her became thicker, and she liked that. It meant what she would be alone and that meant no other people. "I hate my parents," Momo spat, her eyes narrowing. "I know they hate coming home, and they hate me, and I hate them, so why bother?" She hardly noticed now when the birds went silent.

An odd sound grew in the air. Momo just had to stop and listen, even if it was for a second. From the back? No, left. Right? She looked to both sides of her, then spun around, confused. Up? In her moment of hesitation to look to the sky, something connected with her head. Before Momo could react, she toppled forward and landed hard on the ground. She gasped softly after hitting the ground. "What the heck was that?" She asked herself, but had no answer.

She picked herself up off the cold earth and tried to dust herself off. The snow stung her arms and face, but the cold pain didn't go away when she wiped it off. "Stupid..." She was going to call whatever hit her stupid, but she wasn't exactly sure what did. All of the sudden she became lightheaded, and dizziness followed. Momo swayed side to side with a hand on her head, and trying to regain balance. Weird patched of light dances across her vision, giving off the illusion what things were glowing. Or were they? She didn't know.

Momo could find her words and just mumbled gibberish. What was that new sound now? It was like a large engine overhead. She slipped onto the ground once more before realizing that the noise was a helicopter. Everything went black as she slipped into unconsciousness, laying in a pile of bitterly cold snow.

* * *

Momo groaned, awaking from sleep. She could feel that she was still wearing her own clothes, but everything out of the pockets were gone. She moving around lazily, still with her eyes shut. Why wasn't she wearing her pajamas if she was in bed? Her phone probably fell out of her pocket because she didn't change out of her day clothes.

Wait a minute, had she just not been in the woods a moment ago? Laying in the snow? Momo eyes opened immediately at the sudden realization. How long had it been since her get-a-way through the woods? A few hours, a day, a week...she wouldn't know until she saw a clock, or maybe a calendar. And now a new question: Where was she?

Momo looked around cautiously, finding that she wasn't in her room, or even her house. She didn't know this place. Everything looked so clean and white, that it was scary. And it was cold in the little room too. Though oddly enough, that didn't bother her much. Perhaps it was because she was too focused on where she was and not the temperature of a room.

[starlord.]

Nicolette looked around, taking in the surroundings like a scared-half-out-of-their-wits hawk. The room was large, dark (Surprising for a pure white room), and there were no noises. It was scary. The only things she could hear was her own breathing and the throbbing of her head. The massive headache hadn't left. She needed something to think about, to draw herself away from the headache. Singing maybe? Worth a try.

"Can we pretend that Airplanes
In the midnight sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
Can we pretend that Airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now..."

She groaned, it just made her headache worse. She couldn't think straight, but she knew that she really wanted to hurt someone right now. What was going to hapen to her? Nicolette groaned again. She wasn't going to think, or atleast stop thinking about thinking.