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C O N S T A N T I N . D A L C A
the healer | eighteen | no crush | with - no one
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Constantin Dalca. That's my name. But a name doesn't define you, so maybe I shouldn't start with my name. Maybe start with my family. Then again, I don't have a family any more, so that doesn't matter. I wish my parents were still alive. They'd know what to do, because they're smart and they're successful. They would tell me that I'll be okay. They would tell me if I should pack my red shirt or my blue shirt. I chose blue in the end, since that was the colour of the copper sulfate solution which I got an A on. My mother would be so proud right now. What am I thinking? If they were still down here, they'd be suffering. At least they're happy, and in a better place now. I look out of the window and up towards the sky. It's light blue, the colour after a huge storm. I hope my life's like that. The storm being over, and the new day bringing hope. "Domnul Dalca?" I turn around to see the driver, arm extended to help me with my various suitcases. Another day over, a new one just begun. America. That place practically radiates hope. I know that this new life of mine will be a good one. I'm sure of it. I count my blessings and thank my luck stars that my English is almost as good as my Romanian. Tata and Mama will watch over me. It will be a new start to a better life. Away from all the pain and destruction. Hopefully in America, my emotional wounds will heal as quickly as my physical ones did. I still cannot believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes. One thing is for sure, though, no one can know.

The trip to America was rather long and tiring, and I fell asleep for most of the plane ride. He was alone once again, but he was told that another person would bring him to the place he would be staying. He wasn't told very many details, only that he'd be living in America with other teenagers, and that I'd be safe. I had told them, those people in fancy suits, that I wasn't really in danger, but they explained about radiation. I had forgotten that they didn't know about this...gift? mutation? whatever you call it. The plane finally landed and I slung my backpack across my shoulders as I walked out and made my way through immigration. I didn't have to take my bags, though. The people in suits told me they'd help me send it over, probably to scan it for radiation, I realise now. Anyway, they were waiting for me when I landed, and they led me to a black car with tinted windows. I thanked the man who helped me open and close the door before entering the car. I didn't really know how long it was until I reached there, but I mentally prepared myself. I didn't know who the other teenagers were, and that scared me. What if all of them were mean and cold-hearted. I wish my parents were here to tell me everything was going to be alright. I miss them so much.

[laf]

I wake up to a face full of fur and a meowing in my ear. Grumbling, I push Pavel off of my face and swing my legs out of bed. The cat is all I have left, I suppose I ought to appreciate the fact that he wasn't killed. I start to walk across the room, but hesitate in front of the mirror. Frowning, I once again attempt to practice my English. "H-hello. I am Natalya," I say to my reflection, biting my lip in frustration. "I am gr-r-ratef-f-ul for your h-help." Americans. Demanding gratitude for taking me out of my country. Yes, I will act the part. No, I will not enjoy it. They say I should've died there, with my sisters. The explosion would've killed me, too, had it not been for this stupid cat. This cat that Sansa loved so. I have no particular affection for the thing, never have, but he has never really wronged me, so I let him stay here. He has taken to sleeping on my head at night, for whatever reason. I pack the few things that I have left, examining them each in turn. A picture of me and my sisters and parents, though the glass on the frame has a crack in it now. The velvet box with the necklace in it, the one with the silver heart pendent and broken clasp. I should've gotten that fixed, I think to myself, a bit wistfully. Though now I suppose it is of little importance. The old stuffed bear Elinor used to have. I don't know why I kept it. A reminder, I suppose. These treasures, amongst a few other things, go into my bag. Hastily, I feed Pavel and stuff him into the carrier. I take a brief glance around my room, memories crashing down on me in a wave of nostalgia. I shake my head, trying to clear them all from my mind. Today I go to a strange new country with strange new people, and nothing I can say or do will prevent it.

"Natalya Gadarov?" The brusk voice of the attendant in the white coat demand. "Aye, that's me," I manage to spit out in my broken English. She waves me on. Ahead, I can see some other kids being ushered onto the plane, though not many and I do not stop to meet any of them. Pavel angrily paws at the side of the carrier and I bounce him against my thigh. Thankfully, he falls silent after that. I hesitantly board the plane. Flight was never one of the things I enjoyed, though now I was not given a choice. I take a seat, setting my bag in the empty seat beside me and stowing Pavel under my chair. The rest seems to be a blur. It seems we have hardly left the ground before the plane has come to land on foreign soil. I peer out my window, though the wing blocks my view of most of my surroundings. I am ushered off, into a car, and sent on my way. When I finally am deposited in front of a cabin, the cab drives away without a word. Silently, I walk up to the door. It opens as soon as I give it a slight push. No going back now.

[.eggo.]

bubbles
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{ nineteen } - { telepathy } - { government office/cabin } - { depressed } - { none }

bubbles
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with a blank expression, celestina stares at the white walls of the cold government building. someone important government official speaks to her, their voice filled with pity. celestina blocks out their words, because by now the government official is just repeating himself. she twiddles her hands as she sat in the chair. her eyes are unfocused as she stares at nothing, unsettling the government official slightly. tears threaten to spill over as celestina sinks deeper into what happened. at this point, it's clear that she's not paying attention, but the official knows she is aware of what is going on. "you may go get your things." he says in english, since she'll have to learn the language rather quickly. celestina nods ands up sharply, not making eye contact with the man as she turns and leaves for her home. a taxi is waiting outside the elegant building, waiting for her. celestina steps in and says nothing the whole ride to her house, or what used to be her house.
as she stands outside the empty shell that used to once hold life, celestina can't help but remember the memories packed up inside this grand house. she walks slowly up the front steps, taking her time to step on each one and hold in its tiny bit of significance. with each step comes a new memory; the first time watching the sunset on the first, her first kiss on the second, and so on. only when celestina is alone and inside do the tears spill over. she goes to her sisters room, packing her sisters clothing instead of her own. she packs a measly two outfits, and fills the rest of the suitcase with pictures, blankets, and just random things lying around her house. she packs her baby blanket, her youngest sisters favorite stuffed toys, jewelry that belonged to her mother, and an old record that her father and she would listen to occasionally. as she walked out the door, ready to go to the americas, celestina could help but grab a small family picture that stood on her mothers coffee table.
on the plane to america, celestina thinks about what life will be like, already suppressing her emotions so she doesn't look weak in front of everyone. of course, she didn't get to say good-bye to any of her friends back at home. as far as they knew, she also died in the explosion alongside her family. besides, it's probably for the best that she didn't say good-bye to them. a good portion of them are wanted by the law for meager crimes, such as thievery or disturbance of the peace. as she stared out the window, celestina couldn't help but smile at the memories that ran through her head. her memories were soon brought to a halt when the plane landed. while she was getting off the plane, a ditzy flight attendant asked how her flight was. "just fine, thank you." she said, her romanian accent heavy. celestina was quickly rushed through customs, and was being driven to the place where she was to live for the nearby future. the taxi dropped her off without a word, requesting no money. apparently, the situation had already been taken care of. celestina stood outside the cabin and breathed in deeply, hiding her panicked emotions under a mask of calm.

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Great. They're making me go.

i was sitting down in a cramped chair, against a wall in a bustling hallway, of course by myself & waiting for someone to give me the least little direction on what to do next. i impatiently shifted in the chair, before some generic looking government official ushered me out of the chair and we started down the hallway, cutting some corners and down a stairwell, before exiting the stone building. a black compact car was waiting just for me, the back door conveniently already opened, with the driver holding it . i half-heartedly slid into the back seat, and in a matter of seconds we were driving off. in no less than 30 minutes i arrived at my dreaded home. well, my empty home. no one was there. although i despised just about everyone in my family, i didn't want to think of how they ended up after the melt down. i have more stuff to worry about than where people were. i was let out & i quickly walked to the front door, that was already open. not a good sign. infatuated, i stared at my one and only home for what was probably the last time, and started looking in closets for any kind of bags or suitcases. i found a plain black, huge suitcase in my parents bedroom, deciding it was fit to be taken. i randomly threw in just about all the clothes i owned, leaving behind stuff i didn't particularly care for in the first place, before going in my bathroom & packing necessary toiletries. making my way down stairs, i stopped at the end of the staircase where there sat an end table with a family picture on it. i would feel guilty if i didn't take it, and i shoved it in an extra pocket of the suitcase.

i had repeated the awkward situation of getting into the car & being silently driven to another destination. this time an airport. i noticed some other young people unenthusiastically boarding a plane, which seemed to be the one we were heading for. the first words were spoken by the driver, "go find a seat. they'll make sure you end up where you need to be.". immediately boarding the plane after that, i found a window seat near the back, shoving any luggage i had above me. sooner or later we took off, and after maybe two to three hours i was in america. it took maybe another half hour to get to the next airport, and we landed. and again when i got off, i was whisked away by a man in black, another driver. this was starting to get annoying. but i guess now isn't the time to complain. i spaced out during another short drive, before ending up in front of a cabin. i eagerly got my things, not waiting for the driver to iopen the door. not even saying anything, i slammed the car door and started across the grassy clearing to the cabin, a wave of anxiety washing over me.

[lean.]

<< ooc;; waiting for three others to post;; toast; shuck face., and sophie graceee, if they don't post too soon i'll go ahead and post again

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>> I apologize for my lack of posting. I have been watching Gane of Thrones for the past 2 days and have unfortunately become addicted. I'll post as soon as I can.

[lean.]

>>> pm me your first choice of opposite gender roommate and your first choice of same gender roommate

[minho]

wren_william_south

wren had a bit of an accent, a weird one if anyone cared to listen intently. since he had lived in canada and his parents pronounced their o's strongly he had picked that up from them. however, he had moved to romania for thirteen years and his accent was tampered with. now it sounded like a mixed accent. if wren cared to share how it had come about they'd be able to make things click quickly within their minds. but, for now, wren would settle with his odd accent like his back settled against the soft plane seat. the sign came on to fasten his seatbelt and he obliged, buckling it in. soon he fell asleep to only be woken up by the voice emitting from the microphone. he had arrived at his destination. colorado, america! wow. mc. donalds was definitely on his to do list. brushing that happy thought off wren boarded off the plane and gathered his things from the moving belt, smiling brightly at strangers as he did so. ha, what a marvelous day to be alive and well! his things were boarded inside a limo, compliments of his parents - such kind people - and wren set off on his first time in america. he knows, he knows, he knows! canada is just so close! why didn't he just ditch everyone and go back to his home country? well, wren personally believed america was a place of wonders and he wouldn't mind crashing at a cabin here. speaking of cabin, the glorious sight came into view and he rubbed his eyes. wow, he thought, yawning from the earlier exhaustion. this was honestly going to be the greatest thing in his life even if he was sharing this place with a bunch of other people! the limo stopped with a hault, causing him to raise his eyebrows. the driver didn't seem all that happy. wren got out of the automobile and shook the man's hand, his frown turning into a smile. "you're welcome," he chuckled gathering his things and heading inside the cabin. here he got a small check up. since he could control his own emotions he made them happy rather than worrying. once that was all done he gave each of them a hug. oh, he loved regular people - they were honestly great! he was released from their custody and allowed to explore the great cabin. he saw people and waved energetically. he wasn't at all sure where to set his things so he kept them with him, not wanting them to be stolen if he stopped by a random room - that wouldn't do at all! so, he kept walking around the place with his eyes full of wonder.

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age: nineteen
mood: anxious
location: romania/colorado
abilities: thought placement,
dreamwalking, memory travel,
falsifying environments
crush: none
tags: npcs, arrived characters(thoughts)

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xxxxxｃａｓｐｅｎ ｔｈａｔｃｈｅｒ

romania spread out far below caspen, each house in all the towns he flew over a mere dot on the ground. they were a freckle on the earth and the beautiful sight had taken him from his book for the past half an hour. but just as soon as those houses came, they were gone and soon enough, he was no longer in romania. italy took hold below, which flowed into france and finally the ocean with the spanish shore sparkling in the distance. how normal it must be on the spanish coast. they were effected by the nuclear explosion, that was true, but nothing like the people of romania. nothing like him. he was dragged from his home and tossed into a jet with no one other than his sister, his cat who sat purring loudly in his lap, and a large man in a black suit. worried blue eyes drifted to the blonde girl who had spread out asleep on the jet's couch. it would have been terrifying for anyone, especially for a fifteen year old girl. he wondered how she was faring, but he didn't dare wake her. he wished she could have come with him to the cabin, but a place full of other teens was no place for her. in her delicate state, she needed stability which he could no longer give her no matter how he tried. if only he could erase reality, reshape time and prevent the explosion. what he would give for that.

nearly a day after their departure from romania, caspen and brianna had touched down in colorado. the air port was buzzing with people, and he wasn't sure how glad he was to hear his native tongue once again. they spoke it at home, of course. none in his family were fluent in romanian until after the move, but the shouting and crying seemed to be different somehow. different in ways he couldn't explain even if he knew every word of every language ever spoken. this unease disturbed him and he wanted nothing more than to go home, where ever that was anymore. romania or canada, it didn't matter to him. just home. where he could be with his parents and his sister, living in a small cottage that was barely big enough for them. a small fire would be burning in the fire place, their cat laying before in curled up like the ball of fluff he was. they'd be drinking hot chocolate on those nights that were cold, sneaking melted ice cream to snickers on the days that were hot. he could almost taste it, and he was sure that the world around him would have morphed to that dream had the man in the black suit not pushed him towards a large, scary looking black car.

no, he couldn't leave just yet. while caspen was all wrapped up in a dreamland, he hadn't been able to say his farewells to his sister. digging in his heels, he fought against the man leading him to the car, jerking free and running towards the dainty blonde girl being ushered away by another man. he felt the tight grip of small arms wrap around him as their bodies collided, reflecting his own grip. he felt the warmth of tears wet his grey shirt and he released her from the prison of his arms. "be safe, petite colombe," he whispered, lowering his body to her level and meeting her gaze with twin pools of blue. "write to me as often as you can, bri. include a phone number if they have it. i'll call when i can." he added, kissing the top of her head before allowing her to leave. he watched her go, turning when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and the grunt of time to go. swallowing the lump in his throat, the canadian boy allowed himself to be lead away and shipped to the cabin is a needlessly large suv.

caspen had been staring quietly out the window when they pulled up to the cabin. closing his eyes, he inhaled sharply before pushing open the door to the car. a cold breeze brushed his cheeks, and he reckoned that his nose was already taking on the pink color that it took on when it got cold. he sighed softly, running a hand over his face before collecting his belonging and heading up to the cabin. snickers, who had stopped purring since they left the air port, sat upon his shoulders, observing everything with the intelligent green eyes that he possessed. the tortoiseshell cat had been doing that since he was just a kit. brianna had decided that the tom cat had a parrot complex, but it more so seemed to be his way of showing that he was scared. this was proven true when the cat pressed closer to the boy's neck as they entered the cabin. it wasn't as lively as he expected, although it seemed that others had already arrived. the proof was the presence of a girl with blonde hair, who seemed to have arrived only moments before. others, a brunette girl with blue eyes and a boy with eyes as grey as clouds before they drop rain. along with those three was a boy who seemed too happy to be in america and another boy with hair as blonde as brianna's. wincing, he looked away and occupied himself with studying his surroundings. it looked like this was to be his new home for a while.

>> this turned out a lot longer than intended, sorry. i had more muse than i thought.

[soph.]

ｖｉｒａ ｎａｖｏｌｓｋａ
xxxxx ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ . ｆｅｍａｌｅ . ｓｈｉｆｔｅｒ

↷ Vira was allowed into her home with quiet disapproval. She stepped over the threshold, avoiding the gazes of bother her mother and father, and gathered what little things she was to bring with her into a bag. She secured her hair into a ponytail, trying her best not to look at her reflection in the mirror beside her, and shouldered her bag. Finally, she took in a deep breath, preserving whatever courage she had developed during her short trip into her home, and turned to look at her mother. This was the woman who kicked her out of her home, took away her place to stay because she survived. Even so, Vira could not bring herself to hate her. She could always make it look like she did, though. Identical hostility shone in their eyes, the same shade of chocolate brown. In cracked, ragged English, the tiny girl said, " I won't be back. " Four words that meant the world to Vira, because each syllable was true. Her mother, it seemed, couldn't make herself care less. Vira couldn't get to the airport fast enough.

The dark-haired girl couldn't stop wriggling and moving the entire trip. She had too many questions for someone with a head already packed with thoughts. She twisted around in her seat, peering at the other teenagers, wondering if they were like her, how they would react if they found out and they weren't. She noticed a girl with bright, platinum colored hair and for the briefest second she wondered if the color was natural before becoming distracted with the view outside of the plane. Vira had never been on an airplane in her life, but she was intrigued by everything about it, even more so by the people in it. By the time they landed, she was partially sure she had figured out how something with such mass managed to stay in the air. Outside in the cold Colorado air, her cheeks rosy from the biting cold, she stepped wearily into the car that would take her to the cabin and proceeded to peer out of the window, watching the scenery pass in a blur of green fields and blue-gray sky. Finally, the cabin crept into view. Vira wasn't too eager to leave the warm, safe car, but it didn't seem she had a choice. So she grabbed her luggage and stepped onto the grass, making her way to the cabin.