1x1 (For PartyPoison and Echelon)

[Never & Rush]

~What will you do when the world ends, and there's no one left from before?
What will you do when you feel like the only survivor?
What will you do when things get worse beyond that, and you start to change?~

Characters;

Keirce Grey-Female, 15/16-Echelon
Cameron Sabuda- Male, 17-Echelon
Alliana Sanders- Female 16-PartyPoison

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Gender:
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Description: (Can be picture, if you want. But describing is good too)
What Saved Them: (Power, I guess. For future reference.)
Other?:


Simple, yes? If you want anything else in here, let me know. c:

[Red1823]

Name:
Allaina Sanders

Gender:
Female

Age:
16

Personality:
Allaina constantly keeps up a cold, unfriendly exterior in an attempt to alienate herself from others. If a person attempts to speak to her, she will simply ignore the person, dismissing the attempt at conversation as her being mistaken for someone else. She has trouble grasping the concept of someone actually wanting to speak to her, since she is used to being ignored and hurt by others when she is not. She is left only to her thoughts, with this constant alienation, and they have led her into a deep depression that consumed the person she was previously.
{I feel as though this is lacking, but perhaps that is required to achieve the desired affect. If you need more, just ask.}

Description:


What Saved Them:
Sort of a telepathy thing, but not hearing thoughts. Causing pain by bringing up bad memories {without control of what they are}.

Other?:
Uh... I've got nothing.

[Never & Rush]

Name:
Keirce Grey

Gender:
Female

Age:
15/16

Personality:
Keirce is a girl who has a variety of emotions constantly switching. She is a quiet person, but her face is very expressive. Most of the time she is silently happy, enjoying her semi-solitude. Friends are fine by her, but so is being alone. The best way to describe her is very indecisive, and easily swayed. One of those "go with the flow" people, but she goes with her flow.

Description:


What Saved Them:
A sort of healing thing. She can 'feel' injuries, and knows how to fix them, but she can't guarantee they will heal or anything.


Name:
Cameron Sabuda

Gender:
Male

Age:
18

Personality:
A more leader-like person. He's used to being in charge, and gets a little pissy if he isn't. Needless to say, he can be controlling, but not usually overly-bossy. He's pretty fair. Unlike power-hungry leaders, Cam just likes putting his own ideas into play first. Along with the leader-ness, Cam is a bit arrogant, and likes to ignore others at first.

Description:


What Saved Them:
Being able to 'see' the future kind of. It's really weak, and only mildly shows extremely important things.

Other?:
I;ll get more personalities on both. My head is pounding at the moment though

[Never & Rush]

Cameron ran a single hand through his raven-black hair. This was so much like a dream that Cameron still questioned if he was asleep or awake sometimes. Crystal blue eyes scanned the horizon, checking for anything or anyone. When he realized there was still nothing he set off, walking down deserted streets. What had happened to all the bodies? Who had killed off everyone else? Why was he still alive? Questions pounded relentlessly at his mind, and he tried to put them aside as he searched for someone, anyone, else. Maybe calling would do the trick? What else did he have to try? Cameron glanced around before sighing once, "Hello?" He called, trying to be as loud as humanly possible.

[Red1823]

Allaina had given up on looking for something long ago, though she didn't know what she was looking for in the first place. She had found a slightly comforting, familiar sight eventually and settled down in it. A book store. Now, she sat leaning against the bookshelf behind her, reading her favorite book for what must have been the hundreth time. It was her best friend, just as the other books around her were her friends. She was broken from her silent comfort by a voice. But she dismissed it as being impossible, that she was clearly asleep and there was no one else in the world. Though for some reason, she felt strongly compelled to look out the window just to see. Allaina crept over to the display in the window and peered out from behind it, instantly wishing she hadn't. There truly was someone there. Her grey eyes fell and she dropped away from it to lie on the rough carpet. She assured herself that his call was meant for someone else in her dream world. It was a dream though, so she could do anything, couldn't she? "Hello is truly a terrible greeting. I've always disliked it," she called out loudly, only half-hoping that he would hear her. Though how could he not in a dream?

[Never & Rush]

Cameron shoved his hands deep in his pockets, hesitating to listen for a voice. Then he took one last sweeping glance. Keep going, his mind urged him, seconds before he heard someone speak back to him. Quickly he whirled around and stared at the girl. After he registered she truly was there, a slow smile spread across his lips. His blue eyes shone with clear joy at having found someone else. "Well, nothing else has worked to find anyone in the God-forsaken place." He mused, "Though I'm more than happy to know I'm not the only one left. It'd be hard to be on my own, what with everyone dead now." Cam spoke with such a normal tone that it surprised himself. Was he really that willing to admit this was real, that everyone else really was dead? A soft shudder rolled through his body before he accepted that fact.

[Red1823]

Allaina just stared at the ceiling, knowing that he hadn't heard her and was speaking to someone else. Except, it was a dream, so maybe he was talking to her. Still, she preferred dreams in which she was in a situation such as this one, completely alone with no one there to ignore her. She decided to leave him believing that he had imagined her being there, so that he would eventually continue on searching for other life. He had said the word "happy" though. That was a word never spoken or shown in her dreams, and avoided in her real life. What if she was awake and stuck alone with this person until she died or took her own life to escape him?

[Never & Rush]

Cam waited for the girl to say something back. When she didn't speak to him, he walked towards her. Wasn't she glad that she wasn't alone? "Um, did you hear me, or are you just being rude for the fun of it?" He asked, straight forward as always. What struck him was that she seemed, content, in a way. Like she didn't much mind this predicament. Was she on something, or did she think this a dream? "You're not asleep you know. I thought I was, but all of this is real. Pretty damn scary, if you ask me." Cameron looked around, wondering if she was actually alone, but only for half a heartbeat. If she was like this, anyone else would have probably left.

[Red1823]

Allaina was hardly surprised by his response, so many people were like him. "Of course it's not a dream, you said that word," she pointed out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She unwillingly got up and walked to the entrance of the store, leaning against the door frame with her thin arms crossed firmly across her slim chest. Her pale eyes, seemingly drained of color, traced the cracks in the streets, avoiding his gaze. Perhaps this was the world attempting to torture her, attempting to force her into human interaction and therefore into pain. She had already known she lived in a cruel world, but this was beyond what she thought it was capable of.

[Never & Rush]

A confused work fixed itself on Cameron's face. "What word? There were a lot of them. Typically that's what make up a sentence." He retorted to her odd statement. Then his eyes followed her as she moved, surveying the sanity of this girl. "I'm Cameron, or Cam. If you'd like," he informed her, then gave a small little bow. Sometimes he could be a gentleman, but others he was rude. But why not make a good impression on one of the few people left. If there was no one else left, then she would be his only company. If he stayed, that is. Maybe she was mentally unstable. That's rude. Be nice, a small voice scolded in his head.