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[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: Just turned 14!
Crush: Noah Bennett
Boyfriend: None

Anastasie had finally gotten her brother and gotten out of the house. She had her brother's hand in her own, and was running out of the neighborhood. He wined a lot, but as soon as Anastasie threatened him, he stopped. They got to the square, and saw a ton of people standing there. She pulled Kyle to a tree and started talking to him. "Kyle, you need to help me out here. If you could be quiet for a few minutes while I explain all of this, it would make things so much easier." Kyle simply nodded his head. Anastasie put her arms on his, and squatted down to his size. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, then brought her eyes to meet his. "Kyle... Mom and dad have disappeared. As well as all of the other adults in this town. As far as we know, there is no way out. We will go back to the house to get whatever it is we need. Okay? That means food, money, weapons, etc. Now, nod or something if you understand." Kyle nodded again. Anastasie was startled when he threw his arms around her, and started crying. Anastasie hesitated at first, but she rubbed his back after a few seconds. She told him everything was going to be okay, because it was. Anastasie knew that somehow, sometime they would get all the adults back. Not that she wanted her parents back, but other adults. Like some of the teachers at school. She needed some of them back. She had to help get them back, no matter the cost.

[Helmuth]

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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 caught the twinkling look in Marjorie's eye, even though it was silent with mystery. And in an single instant his mouth went grim and all thought disappeared from his mind. It was as if a large storm had been cleared from his mind. Then, slowly, his mouth rose into a secret smile.

Drew was now looking panicked and, fleeing to the van, Mars grabbed his keys and threw them playfully in an arc, high in the air, catching them with his left hand. "I'll see you there," he called casually to Drew and Amanda, who were bickering in quick, hissing voices. Huh. So he finally had girl problems.

The dark haired boy looked over the disappearing crowd, watching as kids swarmed for their houses. So they finally knew who they were messing with. For a moment he stopped, staring, and wondering what it was like to feel such vulnerability. He hadn't felt fear since... well, since different times. He slid into his car and allowed to car to rumble to life.

"Scarlett!" He called. Not he did that often; normally he didn't even have the desire even to beg her to play this little game of cat and ball with her. She was just some hopeless skank who pranced around with self-righteousness. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her heels. But he did wait, patiently, watching her until he caught her attention. He waved her forward, and even though it was a slightly calm gesture, he had never felt more rage. Only one more reason to get ahead with what was planned. He knew Scarlett wouldn't dare test him right now, that she would come over. When she did, he raised a eyebrow at her. "Get in," he hissed lowly. "We have to talk. And I think you'd like this one."

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name: cassidy anne preston; cassie.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: upset, daring.
tagged: jess, kar, darkos, ewa, mia.
location: town.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: currently none.
ooc: xx

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Cassie winced, brushing off debris from her knee as she hobbled back onto her sneakers. Karsten was then mothering her, like he was some kind of body guard. The Youtuber sighed, knowing Jessi was enough with her tough-act. "I'm fine, Karsten." She grumbled, brushing her hands onto her pants. "Unless you add the fact that the creepy guy pulled out a gun and looked pretty darn intent on shooting my brains out! Like, next time, I should probably just wave some flag and let him now I was here. It'd be easier." She huffed, furious.

And then, just feeling the emotions ramble in her, she added a little sharply, "And no offense, but even though I'm a girl-- which adds nothing to the fact, buddy -- I can take care of myself." She hesitated, then lamented. "Until I run into people, that is. Yeah, and why did he even want us?" Why was this all coming out so wrong? None of it made sense. This dome wasn't supposed to be here. This boy in charge suddenly killing people wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to be here. All she wanted to do was go home and drink a vanilla latte. It came to her, dimly, that she wanted her Dad to figure out all of these problems. Too bad the Australian wasn't here.

The blonde turned, glancing at Adam and Kevin. Did they run an Emo convention? She snorted a weak laugh at that, suddenly feeling troubled up to stay that tight. "Wow..." She frowned glancing off to the side. "So. I really don't know who you guys are," she swallowed uneasily. "But it was nice to meet you. Sorry for, uh, running into your little fanged-friend."She motioned to Hannah-Nora, who all but began hoofing the ground. It persuaded the comedian to quickly rush on. "I, um--"

Jessi was leaving. Cassie's heart lurched. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" She scrambled after her tall, dark-haired friend and grabbed her by the elbow, spinning her around. "What are you doing, Jessi!? You can't leave! Youtuber's honor, you flashy bimbo! We have things to take care of here!" She stopped, fuming, and fumbled for an excuse. "Drinking a rootbeer float or watching some Dylan O'Brien movie! C'mon, Jessi. You never give up that easily! ... unless under the influence of drugs... or seeing a particularly hot guy." Then she laughed, nudging her friend and jutting her chin to Adam. "But hey. Listen to me. You and me! You and me, nobody else! We can do something that helps this town. Because if we don't, these Sunlight Events are just going to get worse and worse. I can't let myself not do anything."








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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: upset.
tagged: kevin, adam, quinn.
location: the adam's family.
occupation: skater, aggravator.
crush: everybody, mon!
ooc: so terrible it's shameful. ><

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These girls were stupid to even try take her guys. Right now Hannah-Nora had her fists around Quinn's arm, and had slung Lucy to crawl up his neck, while she stood evenly close to Kevin. These chicks weren't going to stand a chance. The little Jamaican girl glared, hissing dismay at them. Then she batted her eyes extremely so at Mia, to further convince everybody she needed counseling. How a psychiatrist would diagnose her, nobody could guess.

She turned to Quinn and batted her eyes. "Quinn. Ya butt is too big. Lemme poke it!" And then she reached out a finger to poke the said buttocks, but the Jessi chick caught her attention with her shiny pistol. She went ravenous and turned on Kevin. "We gotta go get Drew! Bring 'im to justice, mon! He can't go 'round waggin' dat finga, tellin' everybody which way dey can poop! C'mon! Let's have an execution! And da red-headed lady who makes my eyes feel like dey wanna falls out!" She mimed putting a blindfold over her eyes and then falling over onto her side. It made her shoes light up with the movement and she smiled, her dark face getting rosy cheeked. Oh, how she liked her shoes...

Hannah-Nora bounced back to her feet and threw her leg up into the air, bringing her hands back in a mimic of kung fu. "C'mon! I can take them all! Let's make an army and kill everybody! Waaah!"

[kona.]

Ａｍａｎｄａ Ｊｏｈｎｓｔｏｎ

Amanda
Female
16
Tagged: Drew, others
Mood: i don't even...
Crush: Developing
ooc: wutttt

ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｉｅｄ ｏｎｅ

amanda glared at him. "that was sort of the point, drew. i wanted to trust you, and i still do. but... i can't just stand idly by as you... kill someone! does it matter if we're townies or students? does it even matter anymore?" she almost pleaded, feeling irritated and sad at the same time. what he said was true, if she stayed here, the townies would kill her in a heartbeat. she frowned and followed him to the car, getting into the passenger seat. "fine, i'll come with you drew, but... just don't make me regret it." she warned, buckling herself into the seat. she sighed, feeling bad for punching him in the nose. "I... i'm sorry i punched you... i really am, drew." she apologized, feeling bad still. she sighed, staring out the window. what was going to happen in their lives?

(I DON"T EVEN KNOW)

[grim.]

↠ Kevin . Marisol . Darko ↞

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

tagged → townies.
feeling → nervous, anxious.
where → town.
power → electricity manipulation.
bars → three.
crush → none.

There were so many people, I didn’t even know what was going on anymore. Panic was fluttering in my chest like a caged butterfly, my muscles tensed and body humming loudly. Too many people, too many people, my anxiety was kicking in and it was getting bad. Really bad a few random people even turned to glance at me as my electrical humming grew louder and I felt as though I was about to short circuit. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and my I could feel the panic flashing through my eyes even though I tried my hardest to keep it contained.

Then Adam was there, standing in front of me and I gave a soft sigh of relief. My boiling blood came down and the humming went down. My twin, shorter than me by two inches and younger by two minutes. But he was my rock. We may have had our differences but I could depend on him, even if he was cold and distant at times, he would always be there for me. I swallowed hard as he proceeded to snap at everyone, asking them what they knew. Nobody seemed to know anything more than we did. So no help there.

Hannah-Nora was being defensive, clinging on to Quinn and positioning herself in front of me. If I weren’t so anxious it would have been funny. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say or do here. I was no leader, and right now army girl was looking like she would be a good one. Adam, well I could commend him for trying, but could he really be a leader? He was too unpredictable, a wild card. I would know. Plus his power. I didn’t know what it was, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. He’d gone colder, paler, and those gloves he was always wearing now. Plus even I got a dark vibe off of him. Maybe it was just because I was closer to him than anyone else. But even I was beginning to fear my own brother.

“What’re we going to do then?”

Army girl’s voice split the air, startling me enough to make me jump and brush Hannah-Nora. The way the little girl tensed I could tell I’d sent an electrical jolt through her. I needed to get my anxiety under control, this was ridiculous. “Sorry,” I mumbled to her giving her a sheepish glance from under my lengthy bangs. There was a stony silence where nobody said anything and then Adam spoke in his rough voice. “We need to find somewhere private to talk. We don’t know who this Drew guy has on his side.” He was chewing his lip, lost in thought. “I think we just need to confirm that we’re all on the same side here.”

What was he getting at? I didn’t know, I don’t think he knew either in all honesty. Adam never had been the person to think ahead, he just, lived in the moment. Like me. Like dogs. “I agree,” I finally spoke. “We need to try and get a grasp on what’s going on and get some planning together, or at the very least start collecting supplies. Medicine, food, water, weapons, although I hardly think they’re necessary.” A dark glare from Adam. Whoops, shouldn’t have said that. Dammit. “All those things are going to be in short supplies pretty quickly and if we want to survive we need to gather these things,” I prattled on, hoping nobody would catch my slip-up. “Fresh food, and frozen foods will go bad first. As far as I can tell electricity is gone so there isn’t anything to keep it fresh anymore. Non-perishables can be hoarded because they’ll last for freakin’ ever.” At this point I was basically rambling to myself, my prickling skin aware of all the eyes on me and I ceased my blabbering. Nobody was going to listen to me, I was just an anxious teenager who talked to fast and looked like a nervous wreck.

“I’ll shut up now.” I could’ve punched myself. Or at the very least flung myself off a bridge. Now, more than anything I just wanted to curl away in my room in the dark under a blanket and hide from everyone. How on earth was I supposed to survive?

[Lacuna]

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[weightless.]

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health 85%
mood did u just
tagged mars
ooc: @liddi of course, sorry
about that! uvu
@everyone i'm tired tonight so the
poll and my other posts will have to wait 'til
tomorrow- apologies :c

Scarlet smiled thinly at Drew when he shot her a sharp look, and when the cars lined up she separated from Drew and Amanda, leaving them to their relationship problems- no matter how much it would have amused her to stay and poke fun at them. She'd been walking for a few minutes, searching for her blazer. She was pretty sure she'd abandoned it on the cement somewhere, and come on, it can't be that hard for a piece of clothing the colour of blood to hide on the endless expanse of grey. She had just about given up her search when she heard her name being called. 'Scarlet!' She looked up, raising her eyebrows at the battered car. Then she saw Mars. Oh, goody.

She made sure to completely ignore Mars for a few more minutes until a flicker of dark red finally caught her eye, and with a triumphant 'hah!' she pounced on her blazer. She dusted it off with more force than was necessary, and then and only then did she pay any attention to Mars, the same smirk playing as she walked over to the car with slow, deliberate steps. Mars was angry. Angry Mars was her favourite Mars to irritate.

Without opening the door she rested her elbows on the car window, clasping her hands together in something that almost symbolized prayer. She smiled, showing white teeth, as Mars hissed again. "Momma always tol' me that ah should never accept car ride from strangerz." She drawled in an almost perfect, effortless Texan accent. Spending most of her young childhood being shuttled between Worther Beach and Southern grandparents, she'd picked up the intricacies of the dialect pretty easily. Despite the sarcasm, what Mars said interested her. He wasn't insulting her for once either- curiouser and curiouser. With a cold laugh and a look around for Drew and Amanda, she opened the door and swung herself into the passenger seat gracefully. She immediately made herself comfortable, propping her feet up on the dashboard and resting her head back, looking at Mars with a more-than-slightly amused look. "So, Marsy, what's up? What's going on in that little psychotic brain of yours? I didn't decided to grace you with my company for nothing." She looked down at her manicure, which she had to admit was looking a little shabby, and then her eyes flickered up to the teenager again, expectantly. She didn't care how sarcastic she was about it- she was expecting an answer.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: Just turned 14!
Crush: Noah Bennett
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: Hannah-Nora

Anastasie grabbed Kyle's hand again, and dragged him a little farther into the square. She wasn't watching behind her, so when she lost grip of Kyle's hand, she didn't know what had happened. She turned around, a bit aggravated, but went to find him. It turns out, he had bumped into a girl that looked about his age. He was just standing there, staring at her. Anastasie bent down and grabbed Kyle's hand once more. She turned to the girl and said, "Sorry about us. We just accidentally ran into you. Also, please excuse my brother, he is kind of shy, and a bit traumatized at the moment. Again, so sorry." Anastasie observed the girl a little harder. She was wearing brightly colored clothing, and had dark skin. She was probably an inch or two taller than Kyle, but that didn't matter, because Anastasie was not planning to get Kyle and the girl close in relation, or something.

[kona.]

Ａｍａｎｄａ Ｊｏｈｎｓｔｏｎ
Amanda
Female
age: 16
Tagged: Drew, others
Mood: curious
Crush: Developing
ooc: haha i love yo uhave amanda under 'r status' yesss
ｔｈｅ ｉｎｓｅｃｕｒｅ

amanda flinched under his cold glare. "if the system is so weak as to be toppled by one person, can it ever really flourish?" she murmured, staring outside the window. "I've made the choice to believe in you, drew. to trust you. i will help make this... whatever you call it, stronger, but.. just know i won't do whatever you ask me, like a little puppet. i'm not a puppet." she made sure it was clear to him, but she was still nervous he would try to use her. "death is never necessary, drew." she muttered, brushing a hand through her tangled blonde hair. she braided it back in a single braid, trying to get it out of her face. "agree to disagree." she spoke quietly, unsure of what else to say. it was useless to argue with him or go against him, but she could still have her opinion. she just couldn't get micah's still body out of her mind. she still saw him lying on the ground, dead. because of Drew. barely twenty four hours earlier, she had been speaking with him too... she pushed back tears and other weak feelings, but it was hard. she felt like she could have stopped it, done something to prevent it, but she wasn't even sure of what micah had done. "what did micah do, drew, that deserved death?" she asked quietly, almost scared for retaliation or an answer. what had happened that she hadn't seen? she felt numb inside, and everything felt fuzzy at the edges.

[i'm thinking about changing amanda's powers because i can't see her with ice. stand by for now guys]

[Helmuth]

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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 seethed. But not in the way you’d expect. He confounded people with his cunning skill of completely holding everything back, providing only the hint of a smirk; but inside his mind boredom began to twist into angry knots, which in turn made him want to lash out at her pretty little face. Scarlet enjoyed tormenting him. And it wasn’t that he always gave in, being weak. But rather, if he didn’t give in, she’d attempt doing something else to put him off and then he’d have to kill her. It was all he could do from keeping his hands from wrapping around that flawless throat.

“Well,” he said, batting his lashes: just on a whim, the petty attempt to get under her skin by a crude mimic of what she did. His eyes went cold, hard, and even though the grim line around his mouth was prominent, he kept up the act. This little game of cat and ball between them. “Do you want some candy, little girl?” He nodded to the chair. “Because I think you’d want this. Now do hop in my car and go for a ride with me.”
After she had gotten in, he started the car and it rumbled to life. Kids poured away from the car like a gutter swollen with water and the road began to clear. He started off slowly at first and staying dead silent. He didn’t need to fight for the upper hand in this game. He already had it. Scarlet was took and Drew and that skanky Amanda were off in some bloody sunset. He glanced over at the redhead. For the first time, he smiled, amused. “So what makes you think I won’t go ahead and do what we both know I’m going to do this moment?” He held her gaze for a moment before looking back at the road. Up ahead, and not too far, either, was that black SUV. From here, he figured that if he derailed the car, nobody would notice. Scarlet and he would disappear like a dew drop on a hot day in July. But he didn’t take a turn. In a way, Scarlet still intrigued him enough to keep her alive—besides her bad lip, that was.

He squinted in the sun. As if that awful red hair wasn’t blinding enough. “You see, Scarlet. You and I are very similar. In a sense, anyway.” He cut a sharp look at her. “There’s something you want, and there’s something I want. See? We’re playing the same game.” He waited, gazing at her with the cool intensity that knew sent her off. Then he said, “Drew has somebody. And I want you to figure out who it is and where this person is.” They were driving up the road to Coates. Only a few more seconds for this little chit-chat. He parked the car and, in the silence, turned to fully face her. That perfect face regarding him with a look of bitter rejection. He smiled. Because that was what he had been waiting for: she hated being told what to do. “And I really don’t think I have to say, ‘or else.’ Are we clear?”

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: all the feelz.
tagged: jessi; kev; quinn; hann; adam.
location: town.
occupation: youtuber.
crush: none.
ooc: xx

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The Youtuber turned, high-fiving a random child who went on walking; only turning once to give her a concerned look. “Yes!” She cheered, fist pumping the air. “ That is what I’m talking about! Jessica Petrova is back in the house! Ouch!” She grinned, slinging an arm over her friend’s muscled shoulder. It was only then when in a flood of emotions that she noticed Karsten was gone. Her brows furrowed. Where could he have possibly left to? As far as she knew, Karsten had no other relatives in the dome. But perhaps he was looking for a friend, or got hungry. Cassie shrugged it off, figuring he’d turn up sooner or later.
The blonde turned, following Jessi’s eyes. There, still on the concrete… a bloody misshapen. Every ounce of mischief, sarcasm and even lightness deflated. Instant shame washed over her: while she had been fighting her fight and celebrating, there the African-American boy had lain… dead. She swallowed uneasily and took a shifting step back. “I’ll… um…” She glanced off to the side. “I’ll go find a shovel…” She bit her lip uneasily. Then she uttered in a whisper, just some random thought passing through her mind, “I’ve never seen a dead body.” Because out of the kids, who had? Certainly in movies… but in real life? “Sure, though… I’ve killed. I’ve killed my chicken when I was nine… and then tried to put its head back on… with glue… Um, right! Yes!” The comedian cleared her throat of all emotion before giving Jessi a small pat on the shoulder and stumbling off to the store. “Body bags… now where do you think I’d find those…?”

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: violent, mischievous.
tagged: jessi; kev; quinn; cass; adam.
location: town.
occupation: skater.
crush: kevin... quinn.
ooc: xx

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It was funny how boogers resembled scabs. Not only were they both crusty-gooey, but were they fun to pick. Hannah-Nora leaned tiredly against Quinn, but only for show. The girl was normally always vigorous, bouncing in her shoes, eating candy, and on several occasions getting into some hairy situations. But now everybody was mopping about that poor old shmuck that lay crisp as jerky on the side walk. “Mon, that is some dead road-kill…” she muttered, examining her nails. They were a bit grimy; which instantly reminded her of how many times her mother with her long, dark fingers shoved Hannah-Nora’s into the bathroom sink and cleaned them with one of those little scrub-brushes just for your cuticles.
She yawned, craning her neck to look up at Kevin. Mon, from this height, could he get any hotter? She found her eyebrows wiggling just the slightest; perhaps that would entice him enough to even give her a second look. Then the little Jamaican broke out into hysterical fits of giggles. Quinn probably felt betrayed, but who cared? She was her own person. Plus, Quinn, her dearest, was getting moody. No, not moody—worse than moody. He was getting crotchety. And she hated crotchety guys.
It was the lady with da big bweasts in the military that caught her attention. The single word: guns. Hannah-Nora’s lip curled into mischief, her little palms rubbing together like a witch preparing to brew. A naughty laugh escaped her vocal chords and it was all over after that. “Guns, mon?” Her mouth filled with saliva, overflowing, actually, and the little girl attempted to slurp it back into her mouth like a dog lapping up water. “Alright! LET’S DO THIS THING! I want one of dem huge ones, ya know? Like da Brucie Willows guy with da big guns? I want one ‘o dem! I kill everyd’ing, mon! I so good at killin’ I… um…” And realizing her rational and unmistakable desire for the chance to fight, she quickly wiped her palms clean of sweat and pretended to act her age again. “I mean… fight?” She batted her long lashes innocently. “I want world peace!”
And then at that point, some idiot had to make it worse. Hannah-Nora flailed, completely appauled; and then heat rose in her cheeks and she began rolling up her sleeves as she whirled on a boy much like her own age. "Ya wanna get ya face stuck in my arm-pit?" She snarled. She instantly remembered she was supposed to be playing the good side of everything so she sighed through gritted teeth and said quietly, "It's alright." Then she hesitated before venturing on, "What's your name?"

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: Just turned 14!
Crush: Noah Bennett
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: Hannah-Nora

Anastasie grabbed Kyle's hand again, and dragged him a little farther into the square. She wasn't watching behind her, so when she lost grip of Kyle's hand, she didn't know what had happened. She turned around, a bit aggravated, but went to find him. It turns out, he had bumped into a girl that looked about his age. He was just standing there, staring at her. Anastasie bent down and grabbed Kyle's hand once more. She turned to the girl and said, "Sorry about us. We just accidentally ran into you. Also, please excuse my brother, he is kind of shy, and a bit traumatized at the moment. Again, so sorry." Anastasie observed the girl a little harder. She was wearing brightly colored clothing, and had dark skin. She was probably an inch or two taller than Kyle, but that didn't matter, because Anastasie was not planning to get Kyle and the girl close in relation, or something.