ｊｕｓｔ ａ ＦＡＹＺ - a gone-based roleplay

[grim.]

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║tags: cassie, jared, kotka.
║location: van, random spot.
║crush: none.
║power: touch of death.
║bars: four.
║affiliation: townie leader.
║ooc: brace yourselves...again.
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“Ꮤｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｉｔ ｂｅ ｎｉｃｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｍｉｎｄ,
ｏｎｅ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｒｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｅａｒ ｙｏｕ ｆｅｅｌ?”

Cassie and Jared were already waiting for me by the time I reached the van, Jared tucked away in the back with an oddly silent Kotka. I had been about to jump into the passenger seat before I noticed Cassie had claimed it for herself. Maybe she didn’t feel like driving, especially with tear-blurred vision, I could understand that. So I clambered into the driver’s seat, being careful not to press my lacerated back against the seat. Numbly my bloodied hand reached up, twisting the keys in the ignition until the van rumbled to life and began purring away. I managed to shift the van into drive, turning it around and heading back the way we came. My teeth ground together, one of my hands clenched firmly on the steering wheel and the other fondling the silver bullet that now hung around my neck. My hearing had faded away to a dull humming and nothing more, my vision barely focused on the road ahead of me. Then Cassie was saying something, breaking me out of my reverie and I stared a dead-eyed gaze towards the girl.

“We don’t know who did it Cassie. I want revenge, believe me I do, but we can’t just go around killing people until we know who actually did it. We have to play this smart.” I could no longer feel my body, but my brain was at least functioning. I wasn’t lying to the girl, of course I wanted revenge, and I was more than capable of getting it. We just couldn’t go killing people though, it wasn’t right and it wouldn’t make us any better than Jessi’s killer. Getting revenge against the only person I had dared to allow myself to grow close to since the beginning of the FAYZ, since the development of my powers was such a tantalizing temptation though. I wanted it, but I couldn’t, not today. Maybe my feelings for Jessi had been more than just friendship, but I had never vocalized those feelings to her and now I never would be able to. It wasn’t as though she would’ve returned the feeling, I been nothing more than a burden to her anyways. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but I quickly pawed them away. I needed to be able to see to drive after all. I took a shuddering breath, the motion jostling my wound and causing me to bite my tongue to stop myself from hissing at the sudden flash of pain that arched throughout my body. “Besides, even if we knew who it was I don’t think I would be able to. Not with this injury.” It was time to stop trying to hide the severity of the wound. It wasn’t helping anybody and at this rate I was just going to end up bleeding to death, and who would that help? As it were my blood had pretty much soaked the entire back of my jacket and was slowly seeping to my sides as well.

I gave Cassie a rueful smirk, but it was quickly tugged away as another flash of searing pain wracked throughout my body. I shuddered at it, this time hissing against it and clutching the steering wheel even more tightly than before. All of the sensation had come flooding back to my body, the adrenaline that had overloaded my nerves before had finally drained away. I could feel this sting as the sleeve of my jacket brushed against each and every cut on my arm, and the gloves biting into the edges of the cuts on my knuckles and fingers. But the worst of all was the pain in my back, hot, stinging, searing pain as soaked bandages rubbed against the painful wound. My teeth ground together and moment we pulled into town I was out of the van, shedding my bloody jacket and drenched t-shirt and beginning the painful process of peeling the bandages away from the wound. Hissing painfully each time I peeled a layer of gauze away from the laceration, and then the bandages lay in a pile on the ground and the full extent of my wound was revealed to the world.

It was an injury that would make even the toughest person cringe, a wound that should’ve been impossible for me to even be breathing with, never mind punching walls and digging graves. “Jessi isn’t here to heal it either,” I whispered to myself, sinking to my knees. “None of these people can touch me. I can’t reach it. My fingers were lacing themselves together at the back of my head, my elbows struggling to meet each other in front of my face as I shielding myself from the world. Why of all times had I chosen now to break down? Was it fear? Was I finally beginning to break? No, that wasn’t it. I could feel the hot sting in my eyes as tears began to fill them. God, I was so weak. What kind of a leader was I? The deaths of nearly thirty children were on me as were the countless injuries of others. Since the beginning nightmares had been plaguing me, I hardly slept, I ate even less. Hot liquid spilled from my eyes, blazing trails down my cheeks and hanging off of my chin before dropping into my lap. A thought lurked in the back of my mind, maybe this was the end of the road. Maybe I was going to die today. But would that be such a bad thing Adam? The seditious voice in the back of my head was speaking now, the dark parts of me. You’ve been a walking corpse since the beginning, were you ever really alive to beginning with? You were sent to Coates for having no emotions weren’t you? My hair was being pulled into my fists now. Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP! I screamed mentally, my eyes clenched shut, tears still streaming freely down my face. My argument was purely internal though. Not a sound uttered to five it away, only the slight tensing of my fingers twined in my hair.

I was glad nobody else was around to see this embarrassing display of emotions. Cassie was enough; Jared was no doubt still hiding in the back of the windowless van with Kotka unaware of what was going on out here. My back was to Cassie but there was no doubt in my mind that she knew something was wrong. The pain, the anger, the misery and sadness were all being swept aware though. My tears ceased as exhaustion enveloped my body and I lowered my arms, not even noticing that the bloody on had stained my cheek, instead using the fabric gloves to wipe the tears away from my face. I wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. I hadn’t slept for at least four days now, not even a nap and the fatigue was unbelievable. Like a little kid I wanted nothing more than to crawl into the arms of somebody stronger than myself, in this case Jessi’s. It was unprecedented, but I somehow in the back of my mind I had always felt that the girl would be able to keep my demons at bay long enough for me to get a full night’s sleep. But I would never get that chance now. “I’m sorry,” I whispered hollowly, partly to Jessi, partly to Cassie, and partly to everyone else I had failed so far. A sigh slipped through my lips and my own tear-stained eyes turned towards the ground and I lost myself staring vacantly at the dirt in front of me.

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ϟtags; hannah-nora, erinlee.
ϟlocation; edges of town.
ϟcrush; none.
ϟpower; electricity manipulation.
ϟbars; three.
ϟaffiliation; townie, adam's twin.
ϟooc; nada.
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“Ꮤｉｔｈ ｇｒｅａｔ ｐｏｗｅｒ...ｃｏｍｅｓ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ
ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ. Ꮤａｋｅ ｍｅ ｕｐ ｌａｔｅｒ.”

Too late did I realize I was being played for a fool. The girl was flopping my arms far too dramatically for a little in supposed mortal peril. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth in a comical way and her eyes rolling back into her head dramatically. My shirt was in ruins before the faint sugary ketchup smell invaded my nostrils and I sighed heavily pinching the bridge of my nose, mentally slapping myself for panicking so easily. My eyes flickered closed for a second, missing that precious moment wherein the little girl eyed up the katana, something that would’ve saved me future trouble. As it were though the action went unnoticed and only when the little girl pounced on me did I finally understand her true motives. In a split second the girl was on me, tearing the sleek silver weapon from it’s sheath on my back and flailing it above her head with a triumphant wail before bounding away down the street. I was still on my knees, my hands now balled into fists and a dark look filling my eyes as I watched girl prance away. Oh god, there were times I wanted to strangle that girl, and this was one of them. I sighed, then growled, shooting a wave of electricity into the ground before rubbing my hands clean on the ketchup in the water. A voice behind me asked if I was alright, she sounded panicked as though she thought I was in some kind of mortal peril. I turned my head ever so slightly, the dark glint still in my eyes and my teeth grinding together as I observed the girl. Scene kid, that much was obvious from her styled hair, green yes, lots of eyeliner, relatively short. But she was of little concern to me at the present moment. I had other things on my mind. “I’m fine,” I snapped, my voice more harsh than intended. “Some kid decided to play a pretty low prank is all.” I was rubbing my hands dry on my sweater now. “Plus I punched a wall earlier. But I don’t need your stuff. It’ll heal on its own, now if you don’t mind I have a demon to hunt down and skin alive.” With that said I brushed past the girl, careful not touch should I accidentally electrocute her. Of course my electrical humming was a constant and had become louder over the last several minutes so there was no doubt she would hear it. But I really didn’t care.

The second I was past the scene girl I was tearing after Hannah-Nora, quite literally sprinting after her like a cheetah racing after a gazelle. It took me all of thirty seconds to catch up to and over take the girl with my long legs and I swung around and planted myself directly in front of the girl. All of nervous demeanour had gone fled out the window, my joking nature didn’t even exist, instead only anger was written across my features and I was full aware that when I was pissed I looked just like my brother. The dark look in my eyes speaking murder. I reached forward, not even caring about the danger and gripped my right around the end of the sword, ignoring the blade sinking into the palm of my hand and holding the weapon motionless. “Some lines you don’t cross,” I snarled. “Faking an injury like that right after a war where almost thirty kids were killed is one of them. Stealing a weapon you can’t use and could easily kill somebody with is another.” I knew I wasn’t being considerate of the girl’s power, but rage was fueling me at the current moment and quite frankly I didn’t care. Carefully I fired a jolt of electricity down the length of the blade, using it to send a jolt through the girl. It wasn’t enough to hurt, I made sure of that, but it was definitely enough to get her to loosen her grip on the blade enough for me to pull it from her grasp. The blade in my grip, now slick with blood slipped a little, slicing my palm a little more deeply and I winced. The handle was soon in my grasp and the blood wiped off the blade onto my jeans before getting sheathing quickly. “If I have one thing I want you to never touch, it’s the sword,” I growled, my tone only a little lighter than before as I licked the blood away from my wound. It was funny, my blood didn’t taste as coppery or salty as it used to, it almost had an acidic taste to it, it was almost like liking a battery. Definitely strange. Maybe it was caused by my power?

I sighed and shook my head at the little girl. My explosion had probably been just a little too harsh, but stress was beginning to pile up on me as well. My brother had been in a downhill spiral for the last month, he’d been talking to me less and less and now a feeling coursed through me that told me something was wrong, very, very wrong. And I wasn’t there for him, instead, since day one I had been saddled with a little girl with far too much energy for even me to handle. I was never good with kids in the first place, and my patience and energy was wearing thin with this girl. The only thing that kept me from totally abandoning her at this point was that it seemed as though I was the only one who could keep him in check. It was just getting difficult. Another sigh and I was running my hands through my hair and looking at the little girl, the anger long since faded from my eyes and replaced with a tired look instead. Something was seriously wrong with my brother, I felt like I needed to be there for him but I had no idea how to even find him at this point. Aren’t twins closer than regular siblings? I had to smile at the thought. It was true though, even before these events I had always known when Adam was having a bad day and vice versa. It was just one of those things. I shoved my non-bleeding hand into my pocket and let the other drip freely onto the pavement. “Sorry I snapped,” I said quietly to the little girl. “Just, don’t do that again okay?” Slowly I wandered away from her and made my way towards the new girl. “Hey, I think I’ll take you up on those bandages now.”

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Erinlee

erinlee stood for a moment, shocked. he seemed quite annoyed at this kid. that is when it came to her. the little kid was hannah-nora. that was why she had been prancing around with a very sharp katana.
erin felt the ground beneath her buzz with energy. the same energy the emited from the boy when he passed by her. definitely strange... she caught herself wondering what his power was, or if he even had one. but, with that energy, she figured he did.
erinlee was just about to walk away, until she saw the boy walking back toward her, seeming a but more relaxed. she let out a breath that she hadn't realized that she was holding in.
"hey, I think I'll take you up on those bandages now," he said, still making his way up to her.
a smile emerged on her face, as she, once again, took out the first aid kit from her satchel. "o-okay. mind if I-I help you o-out? it would p-probably be a little h-hard to do w-with one hand." still stuttering her words, she hid part of her face with her hair.
he sounded like he was buzzing, and it only got loyuder as he came nearer. a dead giveaway that it was he who was buzzing. how, she thought to herself, could someone be buzzing like that?
she quickly shrugged off the thought, seeing that his hand was now dripping with blood. "w-what do you dado to y-yourself?" she was partly asking herself, but partly asking the boy, as she took the gauze and rubbing alcohol wipes out of her kit.

[Helmuth]

ＴＨＥ ＳＫＡＴＥＲ ＣＨＩＣＫ

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: all the feelz.
tagged: vlad.
location: town.
occupation: the devil.
power: vibes; two bar.
ooc: xxx.

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ＦＥＡＲ ＪＵＳＴ ＹＥＴ ▬▬▬▬▬

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Hannah-Nora snarled up at Vladimoo; he was taking the only chance she had at a weapon and for several sugared-up nights, watching Bruce Willis on rewind, she had designed this plan with elegance and diligence. And now? Her fists splayed out, revealing emptied palms, strained tendons, and a face that didn't only look ferocious, but stunned: her mouth sunken in, revealing fangs -- which, by the way, she was more than happy to use -- and bugged eyes. "What?" She cried. "Mon! Dat an't cool!" She collapsed to her knees and felt it rub away at a layer of skin, but she pretended to not notice as she glared up at da sky.

Then the water works came as Vladimoo, that horrible odor-nasty boy, abandoned her all on her lonesome! Oh! She threw up a hand to her forehead and swiveled her head around. How would she survive?! Conscious of the supplies around her, she scuttled to gather up what supplies she saw for a nice, affordable house that wouldn't cost taxes. There was a nice twig to her left, so she scampered and hungrily grabbed that, growling effectively as a girl walked by and raised an eyebrow at what she was doing. "Vladimooer, that dirty useless meanie with the big nose and heavy farts! Augh! Dees are de people Jesus didn't eva intend to save!" She cupped her hands and bellowed in the direction Vlad tread off to, "Jesus doesn't love ya, mon! Die with shame!" She spat, angrily, but instead the saliva hung from her mouth and worked its way down her chin.

Hannah-Nora crawled over into a bush, hiding from the sun. Gosh, this was a terrible place! Back with her mada and fada, tings would have been much different. Ya know, like having more survival essentials: pop-tarts, beer, hey, even a football to throw at the neighbors when you wanted to change the channel. From here, she could peek into Cindi Gordon's house and get a good peek at Spiderman 2 playing. Her face went green and her body convulsed, but she quickly swallowed it down and wiped her mouth. After a few more minutes of doing this, she realized how lonely she was. And how heavily she depended on Vladimoo. Although he had da terrible, almighty farts, sometimes she could stand him: you know, the times when he all but worshiped her by helping with the Easy Bake Oven, stealing illicit materials -- hee hee -- and going to each and every dead person's house, followed by their "color" (which was provided by her vibes) and found out who they were.

The little girl peeked around the bushes and exhaled uneasily. Then she froze. There was a girl. Talking to Vladimoo... a really pretty girl. Her jaw went slack and she stumbled, tripping over her head and landing on her butt before getting up again and jogging. All while she fumbled for the firecrackers in her pockets. As soon as she was close, she slammed into the woman with too much cleavage. It was a pity that all Hannah-Nora did was "bounce off," because apparently the girl had too much booty for a woman's own good, due to the fact that Hannah-Nora charged at her rump. Peeling herself from the blazing side walk, she woozily stumbled back to her stomp-'em-they-light-up shoes. Then she looked up at Vlad.

"Who she is, mon?" She demanded. It came to her surprise that, although thinking over this and deciding against it, she couldn't cry. But she was now. She hadn't expected it. She quickly wiped her tears and chewed over something distasteful in her mouth while analyzing this lady. This too-perfect-of-a-lady. She froze and then all of a sudden, she whipped the fire-crackers out of her pocket and threw them in the woman's hair. "She's of bad omen!" She wailed, running around Vlad in a circle. Oh, gosh, it was getting crazy here! Why didn't anybody else have brains besides hers!? Didn't anybody else have instinct?! "She's a witch! Augh! Vlad! Run, mon! I'll cover you!" She raised her fist and flipped her middle finger, thinking it would do something. Then she used her other middle finger to make a sign. Ah. There. Too meanings in one action.

Her lower lip pouched out, distraught. "Mon... I thought it would do someting."

[ryan!]

OOC.
Hello. I was wondering if this role-play contains any spoilers for the "Gone" series? I am only on the first book (close to the end) and if so, please let me know and I will back away. If it doesn't, then I will keep in mind joining. :)

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
ǝuo ʇɐ ɯooɹ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ɹǝdɐd

ＡＶＩＳ ＴＨＯＲＮＩＡ

age fifteen
tagged dylan, mr. smexy
affiliation student
where town
crush wynter
r. status single, crushing
religion hmmm Christian or not..
friends wynter
enemies xx
power three bar plant manipulation
ooc? xx

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UＣＩ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ.

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Okay, I'll admit, I was a little boy crazy at the moment. Okay, okay.. I was boy crazy. Alright, fine! I was going crazy over this guy! Why wouldn't I be? He had sexy white hair and big green eyes, paired with pale skin? Goodness! I had to stop myself from drooling. In fact, when I had to murder the vine that was coming at my neck, I wiped my mouth on my shirt, leaving a faint darker spot on my clothing. Thankfully though, it seemed like Mr. Smexy didn't notice. But, after a few moments of making small talk and just listening, he seemed really nice. I wasn't burning up on the inside anymore. He seemed friendly, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to be away from him. I sighed, relaxing a bit. He was nice, normal. Very.. normal. Way more normal than the other Students. Maybe.. maybe he was a Townie. I never saw him around at Coates, but that was the same with Hel Lorelei Loptr. I only saw her once in the two years she was here. News came around she was dead on the second day of war. Wynter then said that I had an accent, and I giggled. I was losing control over myself as little red circles formed on my cheeks again. I had to say it, get it over with. "I've been rambling, haven't i? I'm sorry. This war has made me.. a little mental. I guess that's what it does to you. Makes you insane." I lifted an eyebrow, and gestured slightly at the school behind us. Did I just call my fellow students insane? Yes, yes I did. And maybe I was too. But was it obvious? Nah, I didn't think so. Or maybe it was. I didn't care at the moment. "Plant manipulation?" The boy asked. I flushed again, all color draining from my face. I had forgotten about it. The green grass around me fell the nasty brown color again. Goodness, I needed practice. "Oh, yeah. Yeah.. But um, since you already know, and I really have nothing to lose, uno momento, dear.." Oh my glob! I just called him dear, didn't i? I nervously shook it off. I had some work to do as it was.

I gently reached out, my hands shaking enough to where it was obvious. "Come on.." I said, barely audible. I was close to growling when the grass seemed to slightly revive itself, a hint of green mixing with the brown. It rose, and I grinned. I looked around, moving a few feet, then resuming. Most of the grass around us were different shades of green, and only little patches were faded either a yellow or light brown. He mentioned something about my dorm, but I didn't hear him well. "Yep.. that's my dorm.." I said, backing up to a somewhat far distance away from the tree, and Wynter, then started to slowly make motions for the tree to heal itself, but, it was unsuccessful. "Adam? You're a Townie?" I grinned. This was the first time meeting a Townie without having to literally pull his head off for robbing my dorm or setting off grenades. But, I wasn't going to say that. "Oh my gosh, it spreads? What? It.. spreads..?" I didn't know it could spread. I knew that whatever he touched died, but.. if someone touched the body, they could pass it on. Wow. Okay, then. I wiped my forehand free from sweat. "So, uh, you create portals? Any how you can create air conditioning?" I laughed, seeing it ridiculous to have.. no. It wouldn't be ridiculous. He just created a portal from somewhere to here, that drained water somewhere, someplace. Who knows what this kid could do. I could do things with plants, and in fact, I could change colors of plants. My roses were all over the place with coloration. They were constantly changing from red to white to blue to green to.. rainbow, for goodness sakes. A voice was heard from a few feet behind me. I squealed, diving into the grass and shooting vines from the soils around us at him. He was tackled, wrapped, and his mouth was covered.

"Oh, goodness! I'm so.. just don't panic! Don't move!" I was frantically making motions towards me in a pulling motion. "Off! Come on!" The vines stayed put, and only became tighter. Wynter made motions to start helping. "No, stay put, don't touch them!" Large, purple spikes formed in the blue-green rope-like vines. The body inside stopped moving for a moment, then he started panicking again. Suddenly, when I turned away, I heard a *SQUISH* sound. I covered my mouth, doubling over, then a crack, and I managed to look behind me and swallow whatever was trying to come back up. The vines laid sprawled out, mushy, beat to a pulp. I wouldn't think that Wynter had did it, with the deadly thorn-like spikes coming out of it and other vines sprouting from around it and threatening him as well. The flowers around my waist closed, wilted, and fell to the ground. I thought that the grass around me would have stayed brown, but, as I regained composure and saw the boy inside living, breathing, and trying to get up, green sprouted around me. The murdered vines melted into the ground. I uneasily walked over to the boys. The new teen that I had viciously attacked, on accident I may note, was laying breathlessly on the sizzling concrete. "I'm s-so sorry.." I offered a hand, but I jumped backwards as the concrete cracked, popped, then the earth underneath rose. "So so so so so so SO sorry.." I bit my lip. And, the worst thing? This guy was kinda cute. But not my type. The guy next to me? I'm smooshing over him, thank you very much. I looked over at Wynter, and smiled nervously. I was in a state of distress, really. Now that the boy was standing, I stuttered out another apology. "I.. yeah.. I um, I'm sorry.. again.." I bit my lip harder, and slowly held out my hand. "I'm.. Avis."

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name :: Dylan French
age :: sixteen
gender :: male
power :: control fire
bar level :: a mid three

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xxxxThe man before him laughed and played along with his joke. A good sign indeed. His life was threatened by this person and neither was he going to threaten his. As long as he stayed on the good side of things then he would be good, or that is what he was thinking. And another thing, the man suggested to get out of the water. "Yeah, I hate water." he sighed and took a few steps towards him and the girl so he may escape the wet surface. A hand was then held out to him where he was about to shake it and speak of his own name, but he found himself knocked over, landing back into the water.
xxxx"Wha-" he watched in horror as vines began to crawl their way up his legs and wrap around his waist. They were tight and seemed to constrict him. He let out a yelp that was quickly muffled by a vine that had made his way up to his mouth. He could hear voices, screams and frantic movements to remove the vines. But they only tightened around him. He could feel the air escape from inside him and wasn't able to suck in any more.
xxxxSo this is what the end feels like. What it feels like to be unable to save yourself from death that knocks on your door. Reaper, I am taking your hand. I no longer fear you reaper, take me to the promised land! for the briefest moment he stopped struggling and gave up. He seemed to accept the fact that he was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it. That no one could save him now. That there was no where to hide. He no longer feared the reaper. Wait a blimey second. I have a life to live, things to do! I have dreams I need to fulfill. What the heck am I doing here in speaking of death?! And so once more he struggled, but this time he had a plan in mind.
xxxxDylan's hand slowly made his way through the vines, trying to get to his leg which was wrapped up entirely of the deadly things. My lighter. he thought with a groan as he pushed through the vines trying to reach for his pocket. His fingers grazed the rim of his jean pocket. Come on! Things began to blur together. He was losing oxygen and his body was beginning to become weak. Finally he managed to get inside and touch the lighter with his finger tips. Almost have it... It was there in that moment that he was able to pull the lighter out and flip the switch. A flame appeared and that was when he knew he could work his magic.
xxxxDylan snapped his fingers and caused the flame to grow big and seemingly consume him before dissipating. The water had weakened his power, but it seemed to be just enough to shrivel away from him. This was where he engulfed large amounts of air. There he laid shaking a bit from the experience and ever so exhausted. After a moment of trying to compose himself his eyes snapped opened. They searched around for the people, hoping they small explosion hadn't effected them. He could make out the girl standing a few feet away from him, holding her hand out and saying she was sorry over and over.
xxxx"Please...don't come any closer." he warned with a groan as he slowly sat up. "Just let me, and the ground around me, cool off." Slowly he wiped his brow and crossed his legs, taking in deep breathes. I'm Wynter and this is Avis. That was the last thing that was spoken to him before the vines appeared. Might as well keep up with that conversation. "My name is Dylan...pleasure in meeting you two. he remarked with a smirk.

[ryan!]

Name> Lila Paine
Age> 13
Gender> Female
Group> Townies
Power> Lightning- Shoot from palms, create.
Bar Level> Three (Two..?)
Crush> Open. Please PM.

Self-preserved . Quiet
Lila is a quiet person, she doesn't like it when everyone stares at her in wait of an answer, or just stares at her for no good reason. I mean, really? Why are you staring? She doesn't like too much attention, obviously. Because that is what she is used to. She has friends, but she doesn't really hang around them too much. She is just that girl who you think is regular and trying to get through school without getting hurt or in trouble... when she really has a gift. Keeping to herself all her life has payed off when during a thunderstorm, a bolt of lightning hits a tree in her front yard, and it comes crashing down onto her house. It was a night when she was twelve. When she didn't know what it was. When she was just scared for her mother and herself. When all she wanted to do was keep her and her mother safe. Now, it is different. Now, she knows what she is doing. Now, she can control it. Now, she will fight back. She [i]is afraid, she can tell you that. But she is determined. And she is strong. She doesn't know exactly what this is. But she knows it will end someday. Well, she has faith in that anyway. No one really knows this side of her. Strong, smart, determined, and brave. Now, you will see her true side.

Her eyes hazel, just like her hair. Her hair gets frizzy when she is sweating, or wet. She is stacked with strong muscles at exactly five feet tall. She has full lips, yet pushed in. A gentle smile frames her face at the time of her own choosing. Normally wears grey or yellow.
Her mother and father broke up when she was only a baby. Her mother is filled with stress from work all the time, and she always feels sad for her. Even when her mother yells at her, Lila knows she needs help. Lila basically feeds herself. But now, it is real. Her mother is not here. Even though she doesn't have the burden of it... she does miss helping her mother in the morning and after school. But she knows it won't be the same. Still left with some Faith inside, Lila knows something good will save them, someday.

[ryan!]

Lila Paine •

Self-preserved • Quiet
Name> Lila Crooks Paine
Gender> Female
Power> Creating lightning, shooting lightning from palm.
Group> Townies
Tag> Anyone. This is open!

She sat on a bench in the town square. She had remembered sitting here before after school yesterday. When she hadn't even expected this turn in events. What was this? How would she ever get out of this horrible nightmare? She had pinched herself, and smacked herself. Nothing would work. She felt crazy. But she somehow knew that being crazy didn't just randomly come up in a small town in Florida. This was different. Something scary was happening. Something different. And it was right to be afraid. But how could they all stay under control when the students where out to take charge and kill? Kill. Her heart somehow beat faster whenever she thought of it. It reminded her of blood, which was red. Seeing red makes a person's heart beat faster. Faster. Lila hadn't spoken to too many people since it had happened. She just ate what she could and stayed quiet about her..gift. She was one of the wanderers. Looking around herself now she thought of how she could help. Standing up and helping out more with the townies. If she didn't do this she couldn't ever be a good help in this small town full of crazies. She had to. But it wasn't only for her, it was for the people she admired. She knew that even they didn't know what to do to help. She didn't know if her fears mirrored another's but she needed to find someone to talk to before she lost her sanity. She could try and talk to Adam. He could possibly have some time on his hands...no. She couldn't. She never spoke to him in school (just like everyone else) and wasn't going to start now. But she had to be brave. She had to get help. She had to talk to someone. She hated that sinking feeling inside that she was different from the others, and that she could help more that she appeared. Pushing it away, she glanced up again from her seat on the bench. She finally felt the wet under her, that bench was wet with the recent rain. Shoot. She stayed, not wanting to risk the beautiful view of the sky. She wished she had a camera to take some pics. If she had ever seen her mom again, she would love them. But of course she didn't have a camera, and seeing her mom again was debatable.

[glazend.]

Avis

A little tear came to my eye, no matter how terribly hard I tried to hold it back. "I'm just.. so.. so sorry.." He told me to back away, and I did. He was smoking, literally. Steam was coming off his skin, but it eventually calmed. "You.. you burned my plants.. and.. and you lived.." I was fighting mentally with myself. That guy just murdered my plants, dearest plants. I hate him. But, on the other hand, I did just attack him and he almost died, so.. But he killed my plants. No. He touched my plants. Those are my plants. M'kay? Leave them be. Or die. Or.. touch them, that's okay too. I reached out, to brush against his skin. He was hot. Really, really hot. I took my hand back, sucking back in the loose tear that was threatening to fall. No tears of mine are going to be wasted on someone who was perfectly fine and who also successfully murdered my plant.

"Hello.. I'm.. Avis.. and I'm.. I'm truly sorry about what just happened.." I paused, and smiled. "The bright side is, you're alive!" Okay, okay, too soon, but who cares? The kid was alive, I had a hottie by my side, and a string of hair was pasted to my face from sweat. I had a reason to be sarcastic. "But, seriously, Wynter, we need some air conditioning in this joint." I winked, and laughed. Did I just wink at this adorable stranger? Yes, yes I did. And I'm sure he enjoyed it. At least, I do hope he enjoyed it.. In a raspy, choked voice, I cleared my throat. I held out my hand, it still shaking terribly. "Pleasure to meet you as well.. Dylan." After we attempted to shake hands, I sarcastically commented. "And please, never interrupt anybody when they are focused, and at a calm state, or you will scare the crap out of them.. and that will happen."

[grim.]

【ᏔＹＮＴＥＲ ℜＡＩＮ】
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❄tags; avis, dylan.
❄location; edges of town.
❄crush; tiny one on avis.
❄power; reality warping.
❄bars; three.
❄affiliation; neutral.
❄ooc; nada.
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“ɗｏｅｓｎ’ｔ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ’ｒｅ ｗｅａｋ. ɨｆ ｙｏｕ ｓｔｒｕｇｇｌｅ
ｈａｒｄ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ, ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｍｉｒａｃｌｅ ｈａｐｐｅｎ.”

For a few minutes everything seemed normal, and then it wasn’t. Everything exploded into chaos the second I started talking to the new guy. At first I had been about to answer the girl Avis’ question about me being a townie, her questions about Adam’s powers and the ones pertaining to my own powers but I had no time. Instead I watched with wide emerald eyes as the ground around me practically exploded and I leapt backwards, barely escaping the gauntlet of plants myself. The vines quickly and easily ensnared the boy, wrapping around him, covering his mouth and pinning his limbs to his sides. I reeled back and cranked my head in Avis’ direction, arching an eyebrow but remaining as calm as I could given the circumstances. “Are you serious? I thought we were making friends, not killing random strangers,” I said incredulously. I shook my head, twisting back to the wriggling mass of plants that had now entirely engulfed their victim. By now Avis too was freaking out, telling the stranger not to move and not to struggle and making really strange motions with her arms, as if she were trying to- oh, right, she was trying to get the plants in her direction. That made sense and I could’ve facepalmed myself for thinking it stupid. My attention shifted back to the pod in time to see massive spikes growing out of them and by this point I was about ready to save the poor guy myself. I could turn the plant into jell-o, probably.

For a second the pod stopped moving and I fear the worst, lurching towards it despite the massive spikes that were threatening to impale me. A new one even jutted out and slashed my cheek right underneath my left eye. I cringed a little, feeling the warm liquid drip down my face but I continued anyways. The faintest of clicking sounds, a sickening crunch, a squishing sound, a flare of sudden light and then the plant was on the ground, limp and lifeless and a wave of heat rushed over me. Heat? Light? A comment about needing to cool off? It wasn’t hard to piece together and other than being a little short of breath the new boy looked no worse for wear, especially for having just been inside something as hot as a furnace. Yes, it wasn’t hard to piece together at all. “Fire manipulation,” I stated, not even acknowledging his name. He was right though, he was hot. Heat came off of him in waves and I took a few steps back. Apologies echoed behind me and I turned my mossy gaze to the white-haired girl behind me. “You need to get your powers under control,” I said dryly. “That was way too close, he damn near died. You’re just lucky he has a power of his own.” My voice wasn’t harsh or bitter though, it was just a little chastising. Like scolding a child. Wait, was that a tear glinting in the corner of her eye? I raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t say anything, she was still going on about plants and she had stepped forwards and was brushing her hand along Dylan’s skin, despite the fact that he was obviously boiling.

Well, now was as good a time as any to answer all the questions that had been asked earlier. “No, I’m not a townie. I’m a neutral party and don’t want all this violence. I just do favours for Adam because I’m old friends with his doppelganger.” Obviously I meant Vlad, whether they knew about his twin or not was up to debate but I wasn’t going to explain anymore unless I got more questions. “And yes, it spreads, like a disease; it can jump from person to person, but only people he has pegged to die. Unless you’re on his hit list you’re safe. I also hear that anybody within a close proximity of him begins to die, anybody within a foot or six inches or something like that. Whether there is any merit to it or not is totally up for debate.” I rolled my neck, letting the bones ripple and crack. For a few second I let those facts sink in, pausing to wipe the blood off of my cheek. “As far as my power goes I have the power of reality manipulation, or warping. I can pretty much anything into something else and can make the impossible possible. Hence the portals, I was actually going to turn that plant there into a pile of jell-o, but his style is better.” I nodded a Dylan with a smirk. “I can’t create something out of nothing though, well, except for portals.” I shrugged. Wait, did Avis just wink at me? Oh well, I had to admit she was pretty cute. I smirked at her. “I’m not sure I can do that, it isn’t exactly unrealistic. I can probably turn your precious grass into snow though.” I laughed at that but crouched down, touching the grass for a second and closing my eyes. I willed the object to change, to become something it wasn’t and I felt the ground under me becoming cold and soon enough my hand was buried in snow. There was a circle of it; about a ten foot radius off the stuff surrounded me, chilliness rising up from it, although the snow in close proximity of Dylan quickly melted away. “Aren’t you a little hot mate?” I asked teasingly, rising back to my feet. “Best I can do Avis, I can’t create cold air. I’m pretty sure if I tried it would affect all the air in the dome and kill me.” I laughed again as Avis mentioned not to scare calm strangers. “What she means is ‘I’m a scary cat and overreact’.” That’s right; I was already taking jabs at this girl. I was sure she would like the teasing though; I mean she was already winking at me and whatnot. “Anyways, like I said before. I’m Wynter, and welcome to the uh...Misfits Club I guess.”

【ѴＬＡＤＩＭＩＲ ƊＡＲＫＯ】
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ϟtags; hannah-nora, erinlee, lila
ϟlocation; edges of town.
ϟcrush; none.
ϟpower; electricity manipulation.
ϟbars; three.
ϟaffiliation; townie, adam's twin.
ϟooc; nada.
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“Ꮤｉｔｈ ｇｒｅａｔ ｐｏｗｅｒ...ｃｏｍｅｓ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ
ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ. Ꮤａｋｅ ｍｅ ｕｐ ｌａｔｅｒ.”

A wailing voice split the air behind me but I didn’t even bother to glance back. More of her dramatic antics, they really were starting to wear thin. I was aware that I was becoming more and more like my brother with each passing day, moody and snappy and just worn out. But there really wasn’t much I could do about it. The time for jokes and pranks was gone for me, we were at war now. Things were serious and we couldn’t keep being dramatic and acting like kids. We had to grow up, and this was becoming a painful realization to me. My playful spirit had been crushed over the past month and I was no longer the upbeat Vladimir I used to be. I was still a nervous wreck in crowds, and that would probably never go away. A shout about Jesus not loving me enticed a snicker out of me. “That’s okay; I’m not fond of him either!” I called back over my shoulder teasingly.

By now I had reached the strange girl and was painfully aware that the electrical humming was audible to her even from this distance. I cursed under my breath, but it was too late to do anything about it now so continued until I was stopping in front of the girl. She definitely seemed like the scene type and had just a little too much eyeliner on. She was quite pretty though, with neat features and green eyes. My own dark orbs watched at she rifled through her kit, pulling out bandages and rubbing alcohol. “Whoa, uh, no, just the bandages are cool,” I said wrinkling my nose at the stinging liquid. Carefully I leaned forwards and plucked the white gauze from her hands, careful not to touch her as I did so. Thankfully it was only one hand that had obtained damage throughout the day and I heard the girl asking me what I had done. A small laugh escaped me and my bangs fluttered in the exhale. “Well, I needed to get rid of some electricity so I could walk through the water without frying the entire town and probably killing myself so I punched a wall. My fist kind of went through it instead, split my knuckles, and well, here we are. And this one-” I gestured to the gash on my palm “-is from grabbing the blade of a sword, like a genius.” I shrugged and began wrapping the gauze around my palm, carefully covering my knuckles as I wrapped the white fabric around and around my hand. I finished it off by tying the two ends together, pulling the knot tight with my teeth then double tying it so it wouldn’t come loose. “I’m Vlad.” I motioned as if I were going to shake her hand but thought better of it and lowered the bandaged right hand back to my side.

Then a small girl exploded from behind me, barrelling into the new girl and bouncing harmlessly off and landing on her rear on the sidewalk. I snickered at her and shook my head as the little girl stopped to my side, demanding to know who the new girl was. “I knew you wouldn’t stay mad for long,” I taunted. “If I knew who she was, we wouldn’t be doing introductions now would we?” My anger had long since faded, and as the strong emotion fled so had the humming, and it had become much more subdued and less audible, although still there. A sniff resounded beside me and I was surprised to see Hannah-Nora pawing tears away from her eyes. Oh god, what did I do now!? Wait false alarm, fire crackers were being tossed now and I leapt to the side. “Bad omen?” I snorted. “Witch? You’re the one who’s acting like a psychic, besides she seems harmless enough to me and-” I was cut off by the appearance of a new comer. Another girl who was seated on a damp bench not very far away. Really I wouldn’t have noticed her if I hadn’t felt it. “Don’t kill each other,” I said hollowly leaving the two girls to squabble and making my way over to the girl on the bench.

The girl had long messy brown hair, with tanned skin and hazel eyes. She was small too, couldn’t have been older than fourteen, but her appearance wasn’t what got to me. “Electricity,” I said when I was within earshot, just as the girl was pulling herself to her feet. “I can feel it. What can you do?” My long legs had close the gap between us and I was now towering over the girl. I was easily a foot taller than her, and I felt a little like a threat so I took a large step back, realizing that I was probably scaring this poor girl and was likely to get attacked. I mean, I had a sword strapped to my back, if that wasn’t intimidating I didn’t know what was. Whatever was going to happen would happen though. I just needed to know, was there somebody else who had the same power as me? Or was this girl different? I couldn’t have misjudged though, electricity had become my forte and this girl was bathing in it. Oh, please don’t murder me, I thought, waiting for an answer from the girl.