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[~Sebastian's Cat~]

"...Gardis is the cool one of the family..." Kotek said, obviously sulking.
"Aw. He's cute when he sulks." Sora said.
"Aye, tha' he 's." Deea said with a smirk.
Gardis didn't bother looking up or changing his expression at that comment.

[Fluttergal2424]

Sara nodded "seems about right"

[ShadeRaid]

[That is ridiculous. I don't believe that anyone is stuck as a "terrible writer", (and believe me when I say, your writing and character development are very good, from what I've seen). the way you write imagery is perfect--non-exposition and very visual. I don't have to work hard to see what you're "showing" me. It makes me furious when I hear people tell others that their writing is unfixable--it's like they don't even look back on where they themselves started from! Grr! I for one would love to read your stories! *hintmakeafigmentaccounthint*.
Ahh, the lovely instruments. *glares at violin sitting innocently in case.* if I could get rid of the awful squeal on that E-string....)

Rasha grinned and began shimmying down the ladder. "Good. They won't be long!"

It did t take long for them to find ther way to the reflecting pool. Creeping out from behind the last war memorial, Rasha cast his gaze around the sky, then across the ground.

"They should be here any moment. Come on." He started out along the edge of the pool, looking up towards the Lincoln memorial. All of a sudden he stopped, staring at the building with his eyes scrunched up and a frown on his face.
"What's...?" He stared for a moment longer, then shook his head. "Ah, it's mothing. Come on, they'll be this way. They don't want to be seen by Earthens and freak everyone out." He trotted off toward the memorial.

***

"What's...?"

"Damnit!" The figure shrunk back against the stone statue, her head pressed up against Lincoln's knee. Her voice hissed over the rustling of the fall leaves through the open area.
"Did he see us? Whose there with him? He wasn't supposed to pick up a friend."

Silence.

"John! Are you listening to me?! Do I have to come over there and throw Yu into the pool to make you speak? I can do that for you. Gladly. Immediately. With great prejudice."

"They're almost here, Gen." Another voice, soft and gentle, came from around lincoln's other side.
"Well have to go now...."

***
"Any minute now. They'll be here, I can't wait for you to meet them, and they'll make us both so strong! More than human, more than Zeranorian, even!"

"I'd put a rain check on that one, kid!"

Rasha whirled around, to face three figures, all talk and with crazy hair like him. The furthest one, a woman, had silver hair and piercing green eues, while the closest had black hair and was slightly shorted tha. The othe two. The one in the middle, however, was thinner, lankier, and taller than all the rest, with near black hair and soft black eyes, and a gentle, open face.

Rasha's eyes widened and he staggered back. "T-Turner!"

[~Sebastian's Cat~]

{My best paper apparently was about my trip to D.C. Everyone but my teacher said it was great. My teacher gave me a B. I somehow passed that class.
I'm terrible when writing about my life. It's Be'Leya and her adventures that I can do easily. If she had asked me to write about something, even if I never experienced it myself, I would just go from Be'Leya's point of view and it'd be easy.
Apparently I'm good with the horn. My tutor keeps me positive about it every time she hears me play.}

Be'Leya followed silently. About half way through, Kiba became uneasy. Apologizing to her, he flew away and she continued on without him.

Once they got there, she looked up at the Lincoln Memorial. This brings back memories. she thought to Gardis, putting a hand to her head. Her face scrunched up for a moment. She felt...pain. A strong pain. In her back.

Right where the scar was.

"...Come on."

Not really hearing what he said before that, she quickly fixed her expression and sucked in a silent breath, lowering her hand by her side again. Now wasn't the time to go weak. She was about to comment one what he said next until she heard another voice. Yes, Kiba might be gone, but she could hear the gossip in the ground. Irritated rats and such that burrowed away at these newcomers. She turned, her blue eyes darting between the three faces in front of her and Rasha. It was easy to tell which one was in charge, and from the surprised voice of the man backing away beside her, she knew who he was as well. She stayed planted where she was standing, her hands by her side and her expression not changing.

[Fluttergal2424]

Alice watched them leave"oh that was close" took the leash off of shade's neck"sorry if that was weird but i had to do it"
Mark looked at everyone "have i even hurt him no he's the one that punched me i didn't even hit him so i don't know whats his deal"

[nnightmare]

(Anybody Open?)

[ShadeRaid]

[well, I think it's really hard to write about oneself. I have never really done it that often, if ever, but I have (and this sounds really narcissistic, but whatever, tried rping myself, and that is super hard!
And that's how it is with my John! He and his universe are the perfect conduit, through which I can just say what I need to, you know? (Although trying to write a novel with humanoid characters instead of wolf ones is /hecka/ hard!!! DX)
Youre a music major? What in? 8D I love music, and my mother was a music major, but I just don't think I have the abilities to do it, besides the fact that I can't seem to learn music theory XD]

What are you doing here?" Rasha hissed, raising his crackling fists threateningly. Then the realization dawned on him. "You're using me as bait!!!"
In one swift movement he reached to his side and swept out a large, gun-like weapon, stepping closer to Be'leya, and levelling the weapon at the bridge of John Turner's crooked nose.
"One more move, and I'll blow your head from your freaking body!!!" His voice rose, while his face belied the fear he felt.

The woman on John's right leaped forward with an enraged yell, but before she could reach him, John grabbed the back of her coat, hauling her back.
"Gen, wait!" He stepped towards Rasha and Be'Leya, his long thin arms above his head, his black eyes peering curiously through his thick, rectangular glasses.
"Rasha, it's ok! We're here to help you! No ones going to hurt anyone else." He turned his head and stared pointedly at Gen, who snarled in return.
His gentle black eyes turned to Be'Leya, and he smiled sheepishly. "Oh, don't tell my he's dragged you into this, too!"
He glanced back at the blue haired Zeranorian. "Rasha, you have to listen to me, Aronan is not concerned with your wellbeing--or hers! He is going to come down here and convert you!"

"What's so bad about that?!" Rasha bellowed, throwing his arms in the air. "And why should I listen to you anyway? You betrayed Aronan, your own brother!"

John froze as if shot, then ran a long-fingered hand through his electrocuted hair and shoved his glasses up his nose.
"Aronan... Aronan--I made a mistake. I should have tried harder, helped him more. But I didn't. And we suffered for it. All of us."

- + -

Shade shook herself and looked up, a slightly shamefaced look on her muzzle.
"No, it's... Er, fine. Thanks for helping me."

[ShadeRaid]

(Sorry to spam up this thread--just wanted to get John in.)

Name: John Icarus Turner

Age: Unknown. Visual around 28 years, human time

Gender: Male

Species: Zeranorian

Rank: Pilot of The Outsider

Height: 7’1”

Weight: 118lbs

Appearance: He is extremely thin, somewhat resembling a gutted scarecrow. His fingers are exceptionally long and thin, somewhat spidery although not unpleasantly so. His face is slightly angular, and his nose is a bit crooked in the middle. He has wide black eyes that dance with intelligence and enthusiasm. His dark brown/burned black hair stands on end as if he has been electrocuted, frizzing out at every angle.
He wears the standard Zeranorian Fleet Uniform: long cargo pants and a white undershirt, plus hefty leather combat boots. Over the shirt he wears a worn, brown, slightly loose, bomber jacket with large buckles around the middle, arms, and a final one around the neck, made of some shiny material not unlike steel.

Personality: John is a sweet, gentle, easygoing person who is loyal to a fault. He is usually easy to get along with, and always eager to help with anything and everything, to the point where it becomes annoying or even dangerous. He has a strong moral sense and at the first sign of trouble will be on the scene, usually right in the middle of the mess. He is quite a people person and most of the time dislikes being alone.
Although he is usually friendly, at times John can seem like an entirely different person. He becomes volatile, reticent and brittle. This may be a result of his significant involvement in the Zeranorian Civil War...

Strengths: John is an outstanding pilot. He graduated first in his class, and outmaneuvered some of the seasoned flight veterans in the war. He considers his compassion a strength as well.

Abilities: Like all Zeranorians, John has the ability to manipulate electrical energy, within and outside of his own body. He is also telepathic when in physical contact with other beings.

Weaknesses: Before the crash he was already not incredibly strong, although he is quite quick and agile. The crash left him with a severe concussion, broken ribs, and a deeply fractured arm. His arm and ribs are weak, and he is prone to debilitating headaches.

Other: Zeranorians are born not only with a cardiovascular system, but also a network of electrical neurons spreading to every inch of their bodies. These neurons give them a highly advanced somatosensory system, which enables them to, through touch, read minds and map out surrounding areas. This entire electrical vascular system has its centre in a ball of purest electrical energy, right next to the heart. They can send this system into a dormant state, but it and their cardiovascular systems are closely linked. It is essential for their continued existence.

[sarcastic yoongi]

Gaby sighed "Gardis should smiled more often. Not a fake smiled but a real one." she shrugged.
Alex looked at her Damn.

[~Sebastian's Cat~]

{Writing about yourself is hard :c I don't pay attention to the details in my life. When I first met my friend, I didn't pay attention to every word she said or how she acted. Then she told us we need to write about one friend of ours.
I only did good in the D.C one because it was dialogue. Then I imagine Be'Leya when she has been captured and is being dragged to Khing Castle for a hearing and punishment. I see the castle, what's going on around it, etc.
My world is one where humans are killed off and only fantasy creatures exist, until B and her sister are dragged into this world from Earth.
Music performance in Horn c:}

Be'Leya remained silent as she watched. This John Turner guy seemed nice, though she felt she couldn't trust him because of how his companions seemed to act. Rasha also still didn't seem happy with them. Well, who said she really trusted him either? For Be'Leya, trust could be hard to earn. She stayed in her spot, not moving or taking her eyes off of everyone there while she listened to the arguing and gossip below. She only turned her attention away when the man suddenly stepped towards them. She locked eyes with him, not stepping away from the spot she had been in the whole time, and remained silent at his question.

"Why?" Gardis growled, opening his eyes and glaring at her. "My smiles are for those important enough for them. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my conversation." Gardis then closed his eyes again.
"G-Gardis..." Forest said sadly.
"Tha' boy isn' th' nices' aroun', 's he?" Deea asked.