trapped souls-- need 1 more of each!

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[vak]

Atticus
17 years
Male
Single
With the other wanderers
In the forest near Arcton

Thin fingers rubbed against the rough, near-brown end of a fallen leaf, causing the deceased plant matter to give small twirls. All the while the owner of the hands continued softly humming to himself as he had been for nearly an hour, unaware of the annoyance it no doubt brought to his friends. Murky blue eyes shot back to the slowly disappearing entrance to the forest; the trees were thinner there, saplings no doubt, which allowed more of the bright morning light through to the ground as opposed to where the group strolled along now, dimly lit among the ancient trees with a near eerie redish hue cast down from the canopy above. Atticus turned himself back towards the group of his friends just in time to struggle over a large root that had decided to grow atop the ground rather than below.
The black converse on his small feet gripped the root while he gave a sort of victory dance across it, he'd conquered the root. Lowering himself down slowly as to not snag his clothing, the brown haired man gave a groan and dropped to the ground. Atticus bent down and retrieved his glasses from the ground, now that the black framed spectacles were covered in spider webs and dirt he didn't fancy placing them back onto his face, instead pushing them into the back pocket of his signature black skinny jeans before hurrying after his friends. Now he had returned to his stalled humming, mimicking the sounds of a heavy metal song he'd been listening to earlier that week. While his mouth produced the familiar sounds, his hands brushed a bit of dirt off themselves and onto his shirt. The shirt had a white base with a rather interesting design of a moose printed onto the front, the moose made of many shades of gray and black.
Atticus lifted his gaze from the ground before him and through the group to stare ahead at their current path through the wood. Though the sights were now blurred significantly, the young man could still differentiate between the normal forest floor and the path of an animal they were following. He picked up his pace a bit and managed to slither into the middle of the group, feeling a bit more secure surrounded by the taller himans. "Remind me what it is we are doing." Spoke Atticus, abruptly cutting off the silence that had covered them.

(I hope this is enough for someone to reply to. XD)

[B0N3D4D1]

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✣ Jaxon Daniels
✣ Nineteen
✣ Male
✣ Single
✣ With other
✣ Wanderers
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The brunette walked with his friends, yawning slightly. The male hadn't gotten as much sleep as he should of and was rather tired today, though he kept up his cheery and up-beat attitude that he usually had. Since Jaxon didn't get annoyed easily he barely paid any mind to Atticus' humming, welcoming it over the silence that had fallen over them.

Jaxon started entertaining himself by picking up a stick and dragging it behind them, making a line behind them. Other than that he would glance around at the fauna and listen to the birds singing. When his one friend spoke up he shrugged, "Not sure, exploring maybe? Why, you think we'll get lost?" He asked with a light chuckle.

[vak]

Atticus
17 years
Male
Single
With the other wanderers
In the forest near Arcton

Murky blue irises shot over to Jaxon, a soft glare apparent in them. "Trusting you lot to lead, yes." The other boy's face remained just as blurred as the nature surround him, so Atticus directed his attention back to the pathway, bringing his hands up to his chest and holding them there. He felt his sarcasm might have seemed rude so he began again. "No, no. Just wondering why we're trumping through the woods so early." Atticus's voice was now soft, almost apologetic for his former statement, and he frowned slightly. Deep creases in his cheeks formed because of the forced frown and his eyes didn't leave the forward position.

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The rustic attic-like room was decorated with stripes of dusty sunlight rays that poked through every crack in the walls and open folds of the soft blue curtains. A quiet mumbled broke the tranquil silence as the young soul tiredly trudged up the stairs, she had been up most of the night in the corner she spent every night in. It wasn't really corner anymore, it was closer to a small niche in the ground near a corner of her house, over the years she had reduced floor and walls in that particular spot to soil, several times she attempted to restore it back to it's former glory though it was in vain. Shuffling her feet, Lou crossed the wooden floor to a dresser-like cabinet in which she stored some of her clothes, strangely enough her clothing was never affected by her curse each night. Rummaging through the messy pile of clothes she retrieved a pale blue dress speckled with tiny white flowers, changing into the new outfit she scanned the room for the nearly broken hair brush. Remembering it had been placed in the kitchen area she headed downstairs, tripping over herself on the last step and knocking a small table along with the small flower pot sitting atop it over. Sighing as she began cleaning up the newly made mess, the young lady piled the broken pot parts with the dirt and uprooted plant together and with a simple touch the pot was began restoring itself to normal, the ceramic pieces being held together by many small fabricated vines and all the original contents back inside.

Lou ❁ 19 ❁ tagged;xx ❁ single ❁female
[ooc; sorry this is quite a bit long, if anyone is open
to have their trapped soul be "neighbors" with lou that's
cool with me, we could have them chat before the
wanderers arrive :>]

[PittieLover<3]

Logan/18/female/wanderer
Walking slowly around the forest singing to herself.She stops and climbs a tree.At the top she looks around seeing more trees and the sky.she sighs hoping for something to change each day that she climbed a tree.Something new something exciting for her to do instead of hiding in the shadows or sing to herself to keep her occupied.She climbs half way down and jumps.Landing on her feet she keeps walking on.

Jace/19/male/trapped soul
Waking up yawning looking around in the dusty room with little sunlight.It had made the room gloomy and depressing every day. Standing up and stretching he shuffles in the room and grabs a dusty old book that he reads over and over again every day even though it has some missing pages. Looking at it he walks over to a crack with light coming in he opens to the last page he was on and starts to read.
(sorry it took so long to post :3)