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male ★ seventeen ★ sterling ★ augmentation; the ability to strengthen and weaken others powers

im crazy love Killian was about to answer her when the car went flying into air. The tires screeched and the engine failed as it turned upside down with a roar. He braced for the impact wrapping his arms around Sterling making sure he took her blow. When the car reached the ground metal sprayed everywhere, pieces flying about. The body of Killian was slowly rolled out of the cradle he had Sterling and was left, arms spread a wide with blood trickling down his face. He was quite alive but, majorly hurt. "T-that wasn't such a good idea after all, was it?" He paused and smiled at Sterling right before he passed out. "Well I guess I'm going to have to live with my mistakes..." Then, Killian passed out cold. (Added some drama into that haha. c;)

[GrayStar51]

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ms. sterling silver // student // metal manipulation // tags; killian, drew

One thing about Sterling: she was afraid of heights. Roller coasters, skyscrapers, none of that. Ferris wheels were about as high as she would go. Now she was being thrown in the air and falling to her death in a giant metal box."Ok, now I'm scared. Any ideas, genius?" She asked sarcastically. Her end was near, and her last words were of course, sarcasm. Then she remembered. She was in a metal car. Hello, earth to Sterling! You move metal, idiot. SHe scolded herself for not thinking of this sooner. She unrolled her window, looking down at Drew. "Drew, if I survive this, I'm going to kill you! This is so immature of you!" She shouted. She concentrated, focusing on the falling vehicle. Stop. Stop. STOP! She screamed in her head. Before they hit the ground, she lifted the car. Using all her might, she lifted the heavy truck, countering the gravity to the point that the truck was levitating, all it's moment gone."Hold on, this is going to be rough." She warned Killian before dropping the car. The truck crashed into the ground, dropping the eight or nine feet she had left it. Sterling stumbled out of the car, ripping the bed off and crushing it into a large, metal ball. She threw it at Drew, missing, only to hit the SUV behind him. The truck was wrecked anyway, she might as well use it as ammo. "You total complete jerk. That was a bit of an over reaction on your part."

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(I'm just going to keep Killian unconscious. c;)

[GrayStar51]

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ms. sterling silver // student // metal manipulation // tags; drew, marjorie, killian

Sterling was infuriated. Killian was lying passed out on the pavement. If Drew would mess with her boyfriend, she would just mess with his girlfriend. She pinched the SUV with Marjorie in it, the midsection of the SUV crushed. It left Marjorie unharmed, unlike Killian, but it was a message. She wouldn't just sit back and let Drew walk all over her. "You're always such a pleasure, Drew. Do the world a favor and take a long walk off a short, preferably high cliff with sharp, pointed rocks and hungry lions at the bottom, 'kay?" She growled as he drove off. She looked back at Killian. She couldn't just leave him lying there. She felt somewhat responsible for him, for it was her idea to go after Drew. Even if he went a little over board by antagonizing Drew. She tried to pick him up, only tiring herself. "Oh, why can't you just wear metal clothes so I could carry you?" She said in exasperation. She decided to pick of a piece of metal siding from the alley and carry that over to where Killian lay. She pulled his body onto the metal sheet, and then picked the siding up, using it like a stretcher. She found a student's truck, putting Killian in the bed of the truck while she took the wheel. She started the engine with her powers, pushing and pulling the cylinders until they worked on their own. She went to sit in the bed of the truck, driving the car with her mind. No one was on the road, she didn't have to worry. She got on the freeway, and let the car drive itself. She sat next to Killian, checking him over to make sure he wasn't severely damaged anywhere.

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tagged: mars, anastasie
location: coates
affiliation: students

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Scarlet smiled blithely at Mars as he ran his mouth off at her, which was, if she was honest, to be expected from the psychotic boy at this point. She didn't reply for a bit, piling her copper hair on top of her head and fastening it in place with a rubber band, her face a mask of concentration as her hands worked. She finally let her arms drop to her sides, and she tilted her head at Drew's henchmen as she walked into the room behind him. "Darling, I've explained this to you about ten times. Try to keep up. Obedient Scarlet," she pointed to herself, "equals happy Drew. Happy Drew, equals protection for Scarlet. Does Scarlet need to go on using third person to make her point?"

xxxShe left out the part where being an obedient little puppy meant that Drew would... not trust her, but he wouldn't suspect her either. Which, in her opinion, was just perfect. She rested her elbows on the back of the leather chair that Mars had rudely taken for himself, and narrowed her eyes at the screen. One minute, adults were there. Next minute- gone. She scanned the screen, showing the rowdy cafeteria, as one by one the teenagers started noticing something wrong. She tapped Mars' shoulder. "Rewind it." She ordered, but she was cut off by another voice.

She turned to look over her shoulder, and saw a blonde emerging from the corner of the room. With a machete. Scarlet smirked. "Whoa, it's a bit early to be taking up arms, isn't it? Scarlet Hewett. This is Mars, but he doesn't matter. We're just here to check the tape- the adults disappeared, don't know if you know that." Her replies would, admittedly, be a lot more cutting if the girl wasn't wielding a machete like she was going to stab someone. She couldn't resist one sly dig, though. "It's nice and all you want to be our friend, but I don't have friends. My ice cold heart and all."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie shrugged, and took her weapon out of the air, but still had it in her hand, just in case. I just thought it would make some one feel better if I said that. I know that all of the adults disappeared. That is why this is my hiding place. It is not like I would go to my house. That place has bad written all over it. I am 13, but I am not afraid to hurt anyone. So, how do you feel about taking me along, because I am coming anyway. Anastasie smiled, slyly, and spun her machete around beside her. She walked over to the cameras, and looked at them. It is no use, I have watched them a billion times. Nothing. You get a couple strange reactions from people before hand, then, POOF! All the adults and older kids disappear. One question I have, though, is, do people disappear still? After they turn eighteen, will they just poof away, like the rest of them? She nodded to Mars, You look about 17, so what will happen to you? When do you turn 18?

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Mars's dark eyes gleamed, turning in his seat to stare at the girl and the machete. He almost smiled, a flicker in his dark eyes, but it was replaced almost instantly with his hardened expression. "Nice little toy you got there." He stood, not caring anymore about the cameras. He had what he needed. He stood to his full height, tall, and looming as a skinny skeleton over Scarlet; only the slightly defined muscles in his arms and chest gave him a full posture. He raised a sharp eyebrow at the little girl, pondering on what he should actually do with her. Give her to Drew? If only the girl had powers, which she could. He gazed at her a second longer before turning to Scarlet. "I'll be seeing you. Take the talkative munchkin, if you want. I'm going by myself."

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Micah hesitated, looking at his dark palm filled with blood. It disturbed him; made him think about Nana and his parents, back in Chicago. He set his jaw and looked back up at the boy. He was younger than Micah, but not by much. With a lean, tall posture and brown hair. He silently took the shirt from him, looking at it. He was about to ruin a shirt for his life. It didn't really seem it was worth it. But he wound it around his leg and gritted his teeth as he yanked, hard, to make sure the knot was taut. He glimpsed at the boy once more, and leaning back against the Camaro again, he asked crossly, "What's your name? And how the heck did you find me out here?"

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male ★ seventeen ★ sterling ★ augmentation; the ability to strengthen and weaken others powers

im crazy love The road was smooth and the sound of the tires on the pavement was calming. He opened his eyes slowly and his first sight was the one and only, Sterling. "Wow. I'm surprised you didn't leave me there love." Killian smirked painfully and turned over cracking his back a few times and sat up. "That's better." He mumbled rubbing his bloody face. The strong wind felt good on his face as the car zoomed down the highway. Killian turned to Sterling and raised his eyebrows. "Thanks."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasia looked at Mars with a strange look on her face. You don't intimidate me. I can be just as big as you. She disappeared, and reappeared as a clone of Mars, and right in front of him. With my magic, I can do practically anything. You wouldn't get a chance like this, again in a lifetime. Most people like me are big jerks. You call for help, and they just stand there, like they are too good for anyone else. Trust me, I have had my experience. She went back to her normal self, and backed up. She walked over to the cameras, and watched the tape over and over. It never got old. The surprised looked on everyone's faces when the adults disappeared. She waited for someone to say she could come along.

[sicknasty]

ozzy boy
'might not be wrong,
but it sure as hell 'aint right.'

facts and statistics =>
full name => oliver james mitchell
known as => oz, ozzy, or variations of these
gender => male
age => fourteen years old.
nationality => british-english, with possible scottish heritage.
family => used to live with his nineteen-year-old sister.
group => townie.

<= finished (may add more) =>

gotta be something inside
power/s => as yet unknown.
fears => the dark; letting people down; heights.
favourite colour => sky blue - the colour of his sister's eyes.

looks can be decieving =>
hair colour => dark-brown/black
hair style => short; he had it shaved into a buzz cut a few months ago and it's just growing back.
eye colour => storm-grey/blue, a darker hue than his sister's and another unwelcome difference between them.
height => tall for his age, but not overly tall.
build => skinny, but quite muscular, with wiry arms and skinny legs.