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My gallery · by **credence** » Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:12 am

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marjorie moreau -- seventeen -- student -- developing power -- scarlet

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Marjorie's attention turned from the town around her to the redhead standing before her. Scarlet was pretty, no one except a blind man could deny it. Prettier than Marjorie, who somehow shocked herself by realizing that she cared. The horrible and yet relieving truth was that Marjorie was plain enough to blend into the background yet pretty enough to catch attention when she wanted to. Scarlet seemed incapable of ever being capable of blending in. Maybe that was what Drew liked, why he kept Scarlet around. Had he compromised the sardonic attitude of this girl for her beauty? It wasn't that surprising. Drew had put up with plenty of sarcastic girls in return for their presence.

Drew came out, followed by Amanda, and headed towards the SUVs designated for him and his entourage. Amanda fell behind, though, coming towards Marjorie and Scarlet -- Drew's instructions. Marjorie barely turned her eyes on Scarlet as Amanda approached. "Me too," she agreed. "Though I can imagine Drew instructing us to do worse things than baby-sitting a couple hundred kids and becoming cashiers."

Then Marjorie, like the good little solider she was, crossed opened the passenger seat for Scarlet, the slightest smirk on her face. Not mockery. More respect, like they were allied somehow. That last part didn't make much sense to her. But as she held the driver's seat forward for Amanda to climb into the back of the two doored car, Marjorie realized that maybe it did make sense. Just a little.

The differences between Marjorie and Scarlet were vast, there was no denying it. They dressed differently, their behaviors were different, and Scarlet didn't seem as insane as Marjorie did. But perhaps that was just because they were insane in different ways. Marjorie had this deep feeling, though, that somewhere, on some plane, Marjorie and Scarlet were fairly similar. And that brought the thought as Marjorie climbed in after Amanda and threw her car into gear. The question. What were Scarlet's motivations? Did Scarlet care for Drew? Amanda, Marjorie knew, couldn't possibly; she had hardly known him for a day. But Scarlet, would she die for Drew? Did she want to save him or just play with him like an aging dog until there was no use left in him? In the end, did Scarlet love Drew? The idea was a curiosity, the thought disturbing. Because if Scarlet felt something for Drew, did he feel the same or was he playing her as well?

They arrived in a flash to Marjorie, being that the drive was short and she had been consumed by her thoughts. Kids, most of them in their early to late teens, were gathering around a few people in the center. Marjorie knew without looking that it was Drew and Mars, but her approach confirmed it. Drew was leaning over a map, an African American kid standing before him. There was something about the creasing of the boy's eyebrows that made Marjorie want to stand at Drew's side, to defend him in some way. But, of course, that would be silly. Marjorie knew, probably better than most, that Drew was quite capable of taking care of himself. But she did step closer to Mars, a sly glint in her eyes, giving a silent nod. Brothers in arms, she guessed, same with Scarlet.

"Nice coin," she whispered to Mars, meeting his eyes evenly. Knowingly. "Seems that flipping a coin around is more common a nervous twitch than I thought." The wisp of a smile passed her lips. A hint that she knew more than she was telling.

Marjorie turned her attention to Drew and the African American kid. She barely caught the kid's brisk, bitter words, but after a moment they began ringing in her ears. Marjorie tensed, all focus on the two boys. This boy was ticked about the church, wanted Drew out. Did he have any idea about the powers? Did he have any idea about Drew's power? Marjorie felt another string fall from her grasp, another tether being broken. This kid was going to die in a matter of seconds.

My gallery · by **Helmuth** » Tue Mar 25, 2014 10:46 am

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name: cassidy anne preston; cassie.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: scared, dumbfounded.
tagged: jessi, jared, mars.
location: town.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: currently none.
ooc: xx

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On the ride over Cassie’s mind lulled from everythign that happened. She let the van take her down the rough dirt roads while she sat in the back, letting her head rest againt the van. She opened her eyes, feeling them pulling up on pavement. Then she looked down at the backpack in her hands, chock full of things she’d need: toothbrush, clothes, her camera, and those papers. Papers. Her hand crawled into the bag, bringing out a crumple of them.

Her eyes scanned the black ink while her teeth chewed on her thumb nail.
‘minors gone brutal who possess a an uncalculated air of supreme influence, a god-like manner of being...’ ‘of a redose of reality that life here has become something more than the mission.’ Her heart all but stopped and Cassie almost choked, pounding a fist against her chest to get that shock from her lungs. Mission? Her eyes fluttered back over the text, reading on. ‘that setting up this communication between us has given me a diverse feeling betrayal to my family. C doesn’t know anything, and neither does E. C and J have met, become good companions, and never before has C impressed me with her incredible personality. Although she has become part of the mission, C is more than that to me. If I keep risking her sanity here with the radiation, that things are happening in this town, then I might just--’

They hit a bump on the road and Cassie went tumbling backwards, grabbing the papers quickly and stuffing them back into the pack. “Nice driving, Jared. I’m pretty sure I’ve been severely concussed.” she muttered, throwing the pack over her shoulder.
In a moment the blonde Youtuber got out of the van, after it being parked, and caught sight of the crowd. She stretched her leg, frowning. “What’s ruffled their feathers?” she muttered.

She took a few steps toward the people, but then something fell, hard and fast, too fast for her eyes to see, and landed in a crumpled pile on the concrete. Somebody screamed and she shuttered, taking an uneasy step forward before catching a look. And her mouth went dry. Cassie stumbled back, shocked into silence, until she incohernetly caught sight of what Jessi was pointing to. A boy, not fifty yards away, standing with Drew, and staring directly at their small group. And he took a step toward them.

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name: jess "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: sly.
tagged: drew-crew, micah (deceased).
location: town.
occupation: student, henchman.
crush: none.
ooc: xx

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Mars stared evenly back at Marjorie’s smug gaze, his silvery eyes flickering the slightest bit. Then his face went stony again, the cunning returning to his handsome face. That had caught him unexpectedly, even though he was always prepared for things like this. A coin. She was interested in the coin--no, not the coin, but rather deeper meaning than that. He turned away, standing at Drew’s side, but kept those dark eyes eyes on Marjorie. That intrigued him. That she was willing to slip to him in the face of Drew’s rath.

He finally got tired of her thin smile and stared out into the crowd, watching the face of every teenager, every ten-year-old, every toddler go pale with fear as the African-American boy was levitated into the air. He rose his bottle in a sad salute and smiled, a thin glimmer on his face. “If this be it.” He shouted out. Then he took one last drink and closed his eyes. Mars watched, knowing what was going to happen. Knowing that this was going to be the end of all things.

The boy dropped, a dim splatter of blood and bones on the concrete. Kids screamed; they scattered. Mars stared emptily, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly as he gazed with his refined stillness. He raised a eyebrow at Scarlett. “That’s one heck of a murderer you have, Scarly.” He was turning away, to grab Marjorie and pull her to the side, when he saw that blonde comedian with the camera. The camera that would irreversably ruin Drew’s chance. Plus, she looked annoying. He twitched a smile, his fingers lacing around his pistol.

My gallery · by **grim.** » Tue Mar 25, 2014 11:35 am

↠ Kevin . Marisol . Darko ↞

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Donnie Darko wrote:Twenty eight days.
Six hours.
Forty two minutes.
Twelve seconds.
That is when the world will end.

tagged → hannah-nora, quinn, mia, jessi, cass.
feeling → amused.
where → town.
power → electricity manipulation.
bars → three.
crush → none.

More screaming and drama erupted in the kitchen, all thanks to the antics of one Hannah-Nora Ewa. At this point Kevin couldn’t blame his twin for slipping out of the room, he was all for high energy and fun but this girl was absolutely nuts and behaved as though she lived solely off of sugar. Ever now she was once again clinging wildly to Quinn’s back and demanding a piggy-back ride.

The new girl was quiet, almost shy and had seemed hurt when Adam left the room. But she was explaining what she’d been through, although she didn’t seem to have any better of an understanding than the rest of them did. No help there. A frown had creased across Kevin’s face, but before he had time to think. Thank god he’d blocked out her horrendous made-up story.

But something was happening downtown, so he followed the hyperactive kid out of the house without question. Adam would be fine on his own, plus anything value was locked in the bomb shelter. No way was anybody getting in there without either him or his twin. It was locked up securely. No reason not to leave the house and go gather information.

So he made his way downtown with his little ragtag group and what he found, he didn’t like. Drew, the kid from Coates he had heard his brother ranting on about seemed to think he was in control of everything. Although Kevin couldn’t see how murdering someone who voiced truth was supposed to get him on anyone’s good side. He was just a fear monger. That’s all he understood from it, and be damned if he was going to be taking orders from some slick, arrogant bully with telekinesis. The body wasn’t far from him, mangled and contorted, but it already had a pair of girls right in front of it. One looked like she’d spent her life in military boot camp and the other, well she just looked like any normal teenager.

He stood still, gnawing the inside of his lip with his arms crossed over his chest and lost in thought. None of this was going to work. Drew was obviously here to cease control of the town, and probably live in luxury whilst everyone around him became slaves to his will. But what of other kids with powers? It was obvious not everyone had them, and those that did were likely to become Drew’s little soldiers, wouldn’t they?

He was still giving off the small electrical hum that seemed to have taken shape as his power kicked in and for the first time he felt afraid at being here. Electricity was about to be in short supply, if it wasn’t already and well he was a basically a living battery. He didn’t exactly want to end up as Drew’s personal energy source and at is was one of his henchmen seemed to be getting closer. But he was going towards the girls by the body.

A heavy sigh escaped his body as he realized he’d been holding his breath. “Ok guys. We need to think of something. I don’t want to end up in this dictatorship that Drew is trying to gain control of. We need to get other people together, people who won’t stand for him. I’m no leader, but at least it’s a start, right?” What was he expecting, he didn’t understand the world and how it worked. He’d spent most of his life locked up in a basement playing video games, watching movies and listening to his metal music. Politics and real-life situations had never been a thing he’d paid attention too. And he wasn’t exactly with great help, a rambunctious ten year old and a teenager who seemed to be trapped in childhood. Only Quinn seemed like the sane, logical mature one.

Of course, there were those two other girls, but they could be in cahoots with Drew for all Kevin knew and he didn’t want to get involved in that.

My gallery · by **glazend.** » Tue Mar 25, 2014 4:46 pm

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卐 ➝ mood anxious, angry
卐 ➝ where middle of town
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged cass, drew
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc xxI'm getting sick of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?

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Karsten had to have been sitting on those bricks for at least half an hour before he snapped back to reality. He looked around, and wondered if everyone was still drooling over the dead body that was in the middle of the street. They must be.. he heard commotion in town. The bushes rustled again. No, wait.. that wasn't a bush. His head jolted back to see an unoccupied silver pistol lying idly in the corner of the deserted room. Well.. what remained of the room anyways. One entire wall was blown to pieces, or eaten away, and the sun lit up the place. He hesitated. Maybe I shouldn't.. or maybe he should. Besides, everyone else had been armed! He just a defenses German kid with 15 inch muscles around, 6 foot, and knows of no American customs. Pfft. This is safe.

He scooted over to the shiny weapon, carelessly flinging it up in the air and catching it like a pro. He pulled something back, and out fell the bullets. "Oh, I got this.." He said, scooping them up and back into the chamber. Figuring he best get back to his friends, or at least, his odd acquaintances, he flopped out and into the street again. Imagining he still had Bullenbeisser by his side, he stuck the gun into his pant ring and sluggishly became a squishy defenseless German kid with bulky arms. Ah yes, what a normal, non suspicious sight. His shoe squashed into a muddy hole, making him flop forward and face first into a low tree limb.

He rubbed his nose, it now all red and hot to the touch. It was throbbing. Pushing himself up and against the tree, he groaned. Great. First he finds out that there is a freak- no, not a freak, another freak- in town, ruins a shoe, then finally almost breaks his nose. And his butt is wet from the day before. That's right, the radioactive rain. Hahaha this is so normal. A dragonfly landed on his foot, though Karsten didn't notice enough to not kill him while standing up. That stupid dragonfly. He sighed, wiping his muddy shoe in a patch of dry grass, along with the dragonfly guts and farmland mush. He started back onto the street and followed the sounds coming from the center of town.

At last, he spots a tall blonde with a stained uniform. Snickering, he quickened his pace then steered himself to the opposite direction when he noticed a short blonde with stone-blue eyes and an oversized tee-shirt. His stomach growled, as he hadn't eaten for a day. Wait a minute! He dug out a broken granola bar out of its rapper from his pocket right before he was close enough to be noticed. Dried blueberries and gooey oats, the most amazing granola bar in the universe. Blueberries... his mouth watered. He chewed slowly, breaking off a piece at a time from the bar. Karsten heard that the faster you eat the less fuller you are afterwards. He pinched himself, folding the wrapper back around the other half, and popped it back in his pocket.

Cassie walked off, as if she was looking for something. He stumbled off after her, skipping off beside her when they weren't in sight of the others. "I'm baaaaaaackkkkkk!" He almost sung, opening his arms and spreading his fingers. "What are you searching for, Blaue Augen?" Of course,those last words meant Blue Eyes, because, you know, her blue eyes. Not those blue eyes.. those gorgeous, stone-blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. "Oh.. right.." He remembered the bloody and broken body that he and the others had been drooling over. She's looking for something to stuff it in. "Shall I recommend.. these bloody nice bags?" He held up a dusty box of black trash bags, popped it open, and took Cassie's hand, almost dragging her back to the murder site, the load of bags in the other.

My gallery · by **grim.** » Wed Mar 26, 2014 11:47 am

↠ Adam . Justice . Darko ↞

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The Rolling Stones wrote:Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...well

tagged → cass, jessi, karsten.
feeling → exhausted.
where → home, gun store, town square.
power → touch of death.
bars → four.
crush → none.

That was it, everyone else was gone. Just like that. I hadn’t been asleep for long, maybe half an hour. I still felt exhausted, my body felt heavy and burdened but I couldn’t sleep any longer. I needed to go do something, and now was the time to do what I wanted to do. I was about to to become to towns arms dealer. I shuffled through my room, digging a duffle bag and a backpack out of my closest and then I slipped into my brother’s room and took his duffle back as well.

I slung the bags over my shoulders and fled the house, well more like slowly shambled away like a zombie. The town was desolate, nobody was in sight and everything looks like it had been abandoned. A few shrill screams split the air, coming from town center but it was of little concern to me. It was probably just children freaking out about stolen toys. I had my own thing to do.

It didn’t take me long to get the gun store, and for a small town gun store it had some pretty advanced weaponry. Assault rifles, combat shotguns, good pistols and of course the average hunting rifles. Ah, America and their gun obsession.

I set to work, surprised nobody had looted the store yet. Did nobody really see how big of an asset -or danger- these could be? Either way, weapons and ammunition could definitely become an invaluable bartering tool. So anything and everything fit into the bags I had brought went into them. Weapons, ammo, scopes. This was going to take a few trips; I figured it at about three. Ammo was first on my list. Ammo and pistols, every scrap of found ammunition went into my bags. The guns would be useless without it.
So, with bags full I made the five minutes trek back to my house and clambered downstairs, unlocking the bunker and stashing the ammo into a safe tucked underneath the floorboards. Wow, my brother and I really had a problem, didn’t we? With the safe full of ammo I concealed it again and laid out the weapons on the floor. This process was repeated with the next four trips it took me to completely empty the gun store.

With nothing left to do now but go to the town square I sealed up the vault and set out. The only weapon I kept with myself was the boot knife lodged firmly in my left combat boot, but even that wasn’t necessary anymore. It was mainly there because I had been carrying it for long and it just felt wrong to discard it. Look at me, getting sentimental over a knife of all things. I shook my head and shoved my gloves hands into the pockets of my black cargo jacket and made my way to town.

It didn’t take long, maybe ten minutes with my slow walk. Out of habit I had taken to chewing on the silver stud that adorned the right hand corner of my lower lip. My head was lowered in thought, wondering why I even felt obligated to come and check this place out. It wasn’t my problem; I was just going to be the person everyone had to deal with if they wanted a gun.

The town square was absolute pandemonium. Children and teenagers alike were screaming and crying and I nearly tripped on the body at the edge of the square. Okay, I did trip on the body. It was ungraceful and probably disrespectful, but I’d been too wrapped up in thoughts to notice. So the top of my boot caught one of the dead boy’s legs and I tumbled into a girl about my age, a few inches shorter than me, blonde hair standing beside a tough military style girl and some other kid muttering in a different language.

Out of instinct my hands shot forwards to catch her but I drew them back into myself again, leaving her to stumble and me to catch my balance on my own. Idiot, you’re wearing gloves and it’s only your hands that kill. I berated myself. Or is it? I still wasn’t sure. But then again the little girl had tackled me the day before and she seemed okay, albeit insane. “Dammit, sorry,” I muttered, with a scowl across my face and the cold tone of my voice it was hardly an apology, more of a formality and a bad habit of mine.

My gallery · by **Helmuth** » Wed Mar 26, 2014 1:39 pm

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name: cassidy anne preston; cassie.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: scared, dumbfounded.
tagged: jessi, jared, mars.
location: town.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: currently none.
ooc: xx

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Every ounce of blood in her veins went cold. Cassie stared out over the swaming crowd of snot-nosed kids, or kids who were crying, laughing, or just simply shell-shocked. She felt like that. In fact, she would feel ashamed later on that her fear outwayed her mourning for this boy. This crumpled, bloodied pile that would literally have to be scraped off the cement. A wave of nausua went through her, and her stomach dropped off. His eyes were on her. Or, if not on her, simply on their group. This boy, young man actually, had singled them out. Her jaw went slack, as if she were fumbling for words... but not a single one came out.
Karsten was there, then, and she glanced up at the brunette (?) in a confused haze. “How did you—?” But she felt her voice drowned out. Because she saw this boy, this boy with the silvery eyes, so completely aware and calculated. He had his pistol out.
“Now that’s rude!” She shouted, jabbing a finger at the guy. And when he didn’t stop, she said the first sentence that came to mind. “Oh no.” She frowned. “I’m gonna… I think I’m gonna die.” And then, deciding not to dwell on this thought—for it sent goosebumps all over her body—she chokedout, “Run!” and grabbed Jessi’s arm and ran. She aruged with her hypocondriac self that Karsten could stand his own. She just wanted to get out of there.
“I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!” she shrieked, throwing herself through the crowd. Her heart went hammering. Then her brain fumbled for a scripture. Psalm 91 came to mind, but all she could pull out was a measly word. “Feathers! Feathers! Feathers!”
In her high speed vision, everything was blurry--all except the tall, dark-haired figure of a boy walking out in front of her. “Feathers, man! FEATHERS!” She screamed, slamming right into the boy. She stumbled back him, and Jessi probably went flying somewhere to her right. She groaned, feeling her skinned knee. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see a gothic boy cursing. Behind him a little girl with a buzz cut was pulling along a tall brunette who sounded Irish. The little girl looked adorable. Besides the ferious baring of teeth that made her stumble back.
“Mon. I ain’t no kid. So you betta run or I will kill you. I am Lady Capone!” The little Jamaican girl swished her cape. “And you best be learnin’ my name, mon!”
Cassie’s brows furrowed, all but forgetting about the creepy boy and poor Karsten. “Well. Then I shall introduce myself, Miss Capone. I’m Cassie Preston, alias Shaye Pingpong. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”

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name: jess "mars" mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: sly.
tagged: drew-crew, micah (deceased).
location: town.
occupation: student, henchman.
crush: none.
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Mars stared out into the crowd, watching as the blonde’s blue eyes went big and wide. Then she darted with her friend, as if on some crazy raid to the candy store, already cracked up on sugar.

His mouth curled into a smile. Hmm. How darling. He gently rocked back and forth in his boots, considering. The girl and her friend wouldn’t be any use now, since the cat was out of the bag: even now kids were still trying to get over the shock and run. So the Drew Crew was in town, and everybody now knew. Mars turned to leave, but it was as if in a gusting whisper the black-haired boy noticed Karsten. He stared back, matching the silent defiance. Then he scoffed, turned and walked away.

My gallery · by **glazend.** » Wed Mar 26, 2014 5:46 pm

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iK A R S T E N~F E H L T~L E W E N H A R Ti

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age;; sixteen
mood;; freaked out!
enemy;; none
power;; Psionic Blast, not in use
alliance;; townie

ooc;; vvv

Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ
Iᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴘᴜʟʟs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀɪɴɢs
Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ
Fᴏʀ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ

Iᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀʏ
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɪɴᴠᴀᴅᴇ, ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ, ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀɪᴅ
Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ
Iᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴀᴅᴇ
~It's a Slow Fade, Casting Crowns

German-Orange
English-Blue

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Aufpassen, wo du gehst, Clodhopper!

Amerikaner-sie sind alle Idioten.

Deise Augen! D-Deise Augen! Siene Haut! Üble!

The flashlight, his eyes, that skin tone..

What an idiot I am.

My gallery · by **grim.** » Wed Mar 26, 2014 6:46 pm

↠ Adam . Justice . Darko ↞

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The Rolling Stones wrote:Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...well

tagged → townies.
feeling → exhausted, angry.
where → town square.
power → touch of death.
bars → four.
crush → none.

Whatever was going on there was now a huge group of us. The girl I’d bumped into had fled as though all the hounds of hell were on her tail. The boy swore at me in…German? The military girl had her gun pulled out, but holstered it as she was dragged away by the blonde I’d run into and the German kid screamed something and tore off in the other direction.

Blondie didn’t get far before she and Army girl ran into my brother and his odd quartet. With a heavy sigh I started towards them. But, maybe I oughta do something about this body. I mean, it was mangled and I kind of had just desecrated it. I was all for gore and blood, but I doubted anyone else was going to clean it up and I didn’t particularly fancy a corpse left to rot in some misty, radioactive sunlight. I’d come back and take of it later, if nobody else did. For what I was going to do it would probably be best for everyone to be out of the town plaza anyways.

Even from where I was I could tell the little girl was taking charge of situations as she often seemed to do with her belligerent and pushy self. As I drew closer I heard blondie introduce herself as Cassidy, with an alias of Shaye Pingpong. Probably one of those weird YouTube kids who spent all their free time making stupid videos or something. Military girl was fuming about her uniform and Kevin was standing wide-eyed giving off that electrical hum of his, looking like he was ready to flee the scene as well.

I was careful not to touch anyone as I passed through them to stand beside my brother. As much as I tried to deny it and even though he was the older twin, I was the stronger one and I was defensive of him. Plus he’d always had a bit of a social anxiety thing, especially in large groups, and groups of more than four were large to him.

What a group. A YouTube airhead, a general airhead, a wild child, an angry soldier, a skater, a rebel, and an Irish guy who seemed to be the only sane person around and was almost a mute. “Great way to kick off the day,” I muttered to myself, my lips pressing into a scowl. Kevin at least seemed to have relaxed now that I was standing beside him, his nervous electric hum had gone quiet and he shot me an appreciative glance. Kid was taller and older and yet I was the big brother.

“Alright, everyone shut the hell up. I want explanations. What do you know about what’s going on? Today, yesterday, all of it. If we want to figure this out everyone needs to put their knowledge together because everyone has their own pieces to add.” Even now I could feel my power welling inside of me, feel the fragile souls of the people around me and knowing it would only take a touch for me to shatter them like glass. I knew the little girl could feel death rolling off of me, it seemed to be the only aura I emitted now. Hopefully she would just keep her loud trap shut and let me gather whatever information I could about the current situation.

My gallery · by **kona.** » Thu Mar 27, 2014 3:08 am

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Amanda
Female
16
Tagged: Drew, others
Mood: scared, hurt
Crush: Developing
ooc: what even is this layout gah i hate it

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Amanda stood about a foot from Drew's side, too nervous and somewhat
irritated to say anything. that's when she saw micah, and then he... was gone. she turned to look at drew. "what did you do to him?" she gasped, both in slight terror and awe, and anger. he had told her she could trust him, that everythign would be fine, but he lied. he had lied to her, like every other person did. they took advantage of her to get what they wanted, then threw her away like a piece of trash. she felt anger, as well as fear and hurt. "you told me i could trust you! you told me everything would be fine. but i was an idiot for trusting you, drew! this is what happens when i let myself trust someone. they use me and then throw me away. i hope you have fun ruling your little 'empire' or whatever you want to call it, because i'm not sticking around to watch you kill anyone who stands in your way! if this is what it's going to be like, maybe i should join the other side." she almost snarled. she didn't care how ridiculous or stupid she sounded. if he was going to kill people who got in his way, she wouldn't help him anymore, no matter how she felt. she had... well she hated to admit it, but she had started to like him. at the realization at what he had done... he had killed micah. "you killed him. just because he got in your way." she practically yelled at him, glaring. he was hissing something at scarlet, and she felt worse. she thought maybe he had started to like her, maybe that she could trust him, maybe that they could be a little more than friends. but no, he had to ruin it because he was a stupid tyrant. as she got angrier, she felt more out of control. she felt ice forming in her hands, but it didn't affect her. she saw the ground around her feet freeze, a few small icicles spiking up around her. she wanted to scream, to hurl something at him... to kill him. she was angry, and most of all, hurt. she knew it was stupid to trust him. she pushed her powers back, but she felt cold as ice. she walked up to him, pulling him away from scarlet. "look at me when i talk to you, drew." she snarled, glaring up at him, her eyes cold as ice. suddenly, she punched him in the face, too mad to even care how he might retaliate. "you should figure out who you're messing with before you play with them, drew. you're going to wish you hadn't used me."

{gahh i hope it's okay i'm so behind i'ms orry guys}

My gallery · by **weightless.** » Thu Mar 27, 2014 7:31 am

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health 85%
mood did u just
where town hall
tagged drew, amanda

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Scarlet moved to stand beside and slightly behind Drew, as she always did, when their little troupe arrived. She managed to both pay attention but look completely disinterested as Drew and Mars rambled on about maps, the town, whatever, but in reality she knew it was just a power play- not a play, a war.

'I'm the alpha male-' 'No, I'm the alpha male!'

Sweet baby Jesus, it made her head hurt.

Her eyes flickered up at the African boy who'd decided to stand up to Drew, and tried to stop herself from minutely shaking her head at him. She blinked, caught up in a moral dilemma for a minute. She wasn't... growing a conscience, was she? That was terrifying. That idea terrified her. She barely noticed Drew shoving her, being used to the boy being an aggressive dictator, and didn't react at all until the dark boy who'd been standing in front of them a moment before was gone- flung in the air by an angry, cold boy who she couldn't believe she'd ever tolerated. Her lip curled into a snarl as the cornflower eyes focused on Drew, returning his look with a kind of rage that she'd never shown before- but, she supposed, she'd never felt rage of this kind before. She didn't move as he moved towards her, trying to display his masculinity in the most obnoxious way possible. She refused to react- at least, not outwardly. She blinked slowly; her full, glossy lips spread into a thin smile, and she hissed back, air pushing past white pearls angrily.

"Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. My. Hair."

There. Outburst moment over. She was fine again- more than fine, actually. All that rage had been locked up, now, securely, in a little chained box in the corner of her head. As she tilted her head and examined the tall boy, she decided that the time to kill him had to be sooner, rather than later. She wasn't altogether sure that Drew was still holding the delusion that Scarlet was madly in love, but if he was- all the better. He needed to trust her. Someone started screeching beside her- the Coates student and total Drew devotee, Amanda. Scarlet pursed her lips and watched the girl, unable to stop her smirk. Scarlet knew by now that it was better to lose it with Drew in a very, very small way. Like Scarlet just did. Not- definitely not punch him in the face, what was Amanda doing? Scarlet let out a little delighted laugh, her eyes flickering between the other students- her comrades, her amigos.

"Well, well, well! Are we having a domestic? Would you rather I left you both to kiss and make up?"

She smiled at Amanda more than a little genuinely. The girl had been taken in completely by Drew, and then Drew had shown his true colours. Now, she was making him pay. A completely useless exercise, of course, but the girl had brass.

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marjorie ;;

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