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xoxoxo Bucky continued to pad away until he heard a boy's voice ring out in a sharp, needy tone. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then stopped abruptly. The eyes of the others beating down on his back made him feel uncomfortable and out of place. Something wasn't right here, something bad was about to happen he could feel it. He turned on his heel to meet the guy face to face and that was exactly what he did. They came at the least a few feet away from each other. "Now why does it seem like you're trying to control me? Cause' only I can control be and I don't remember looking that ugly" His tone was defiant and mainly provocative. Bucky raised both of his dark brown eyebrows in question, somewhat in a mocking way. "I don't take commands from you or any of your friends, because I don't have a clue who any of you are and I don't trust people who I don't know." He offered a rash grin and then watched as he told a chick whom he assumed to be the main guys girlfriend to go get a box from the sheriff's office. A smile full of curiosity came upon him. "What's in the box?"

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✦--introduction

name; Dylan French
nickname; Dylan
age; Sixteen
gender; Male
orientation;
heterosexual
D.O.B.; February 2nd
power; control fire
rank/gang; townies

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hair; wavy, short
hair color; a light
brown
eye color; dark
brown
height; 5.6'
weight; 145 lbs
muscle tone; little
muscle

✦--status

friends; tbh
enemies; tbh
crush; tbh
siblings; --
crush; tbh

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Dylan French, the smart,
but kind of jerk, kid down
that lived down the street.
An internet geek some may
say, but now, he is a monster.
A freak of nature. He has been
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a flame. But he can only control
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towards some. He is curious as well
and this curiosity has gotten him
into trouble in the past. But he
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{{ Beatus invited me here, and I would love to join if that is alright. c: I hope this is enough information. I can add more if needed.

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❤ ➻ mood 'afraid', 'terrified'
❤ ➻ where town
❤ ➻ power will denomination, always in use
❤ ➻ tagged jessi, kev, quinn, cass, adam, han-nora?
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❤ ➻ ooc Lorelei is simply going insane, right?
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Hel flipped her hair back, pushing her blonde locks out of her eyes, and fluttered her eyelashes. She gazed outward, and a shy demeanor passed over her, but she was not shy. She played that she was. She sniffed a tear back, glancing down at the scarlet, and let one salty drop disturb the puddle. She breathed in deeply, brushing off the odd looks from passerby's. Sighing, Hel looked around. Why was nobody around? Everyone cleared out of the center of town. Wow. Okay, then Hel will just move on and head over to Coates. Her eyes darted back and forth as she twisted her fingers through her golden locks, and she walked along until she heard some ruckus nearby. And some strange accent. What was it? African or something? She had no idea. She had only met a girl from Africa once, but that was what.. when she was six or seven years old? Jeesh, the girl sounded like sort of cannibal, talking about hairy legs and how delicious they were looking. Nice. She smirked, and sped her pace towards the deranged voice. Hel almost started cracking up into a ball of amusement when she heard the same little girl cry out "KEVON!" Which was clearly a guy's name. The little group came into view behind some trees, and Hel ducked and walked up cautiously in order to catch a glimpse of the little black girl and a teen. Actually, it was three guys. She shuddered, and devilish grin slapped across her face. When the little girl growled out something about marriage, Hel had to cover her mouth in order to not let out a howl of laughter. That wasn't going to happen, not on her watch at least. She shook one of the tree's branches, and popped her head up in plain sight to the large group. She batted her eyelashes, though just blinking, and slithered around the tree and in front of everyone, her face red and eyes all teary, and crouched low and shaking terribly. She frantically looked back in the direction of town and as an innocent passerby started walking past them, she jumped back and silently started pointing.

[It is for a post for Hanna-Nora, hopefully ;)]

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power;; to control fire
age;; sixteen
mood;; kind of scared
crush;; ???
friends with;; ???
location;; on the streets.
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o c c ;; yes!! finished the coding.
welp....kind of lost
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xxxxxxxxxNumbers. Numbers never disappear. They never leave the world like the parents and elderly did. They stayed there in the minds of kids, and on the chalk boards of empty school rooms. Numbers are all around, and forever will be there for you. Dylan walked down the child filled street thinking only of that, numbers. Ever since he was a young lad, numbers have been apart of his life. His mother and father would always tell him to count or to add numbers if he was scared. Numbers seemed to always soothe them and it might soothe him as well. For granted, their three year old son could only count up to seven, but it still comforted him. When things went bump in the night, numbers were there to save the day. When he got lost at a supermarket, numbers were there to calm him down. But now, not even numbers could help him through this pickle he was in.
xxxxxxxxxDylan's feet dragged across the cement as he walked down the street. Occasionally they slipped up from a pot hole or two that seemed to appear out of no where. But he regained his balance and continued on walking. Where he was going, he had no idea. He just needed the air, which he took in big gulps. What if the air disappeared soon like the adults did? Quickly he shook that thought a way and moved to numbers.
xxxxxxxxx Sixty multiplied by twenty, divided by two, plus forty three equals... he thought to himself as the numbers scrambled together. Suddenly, like a light bulb turning on in a dark room, the answer came to him. six hundred forty three. It was an easy equation and didn't seem to help him at all. His mind then went to another. Two thousand sixty, multiplied by seventy five, divided by two, multiplied by thirty equals... two million three hundred seventy thousand five hundred one.
xxxxxxxxx His brow furrowed and he stopped. Dylan's fingers reached up and pushed his glassed back onto the bridge of his nose. That answer didn't seem right. It should've been an even number. Did he do the calculations right? How did he mess this on up. Quickly he redid the math in his head and came out with the same answer. Frustration boiled inside him and he kicked at the side walk. Why wasn't he getting the right number?! His teeth gritted together and he gave up on the problem. Slowly his hands moved into the pockets in his holey old blue jeans, to pull out a lighter. His thumb slipped up to the top of the lighter where there was a switch of some sort. Quickly he pushed on it causing a flame to appear. His eyes transfixed on the flame as it danced in the air. He bit his lip and thought about maybe making the flame bigger, but decided to not do so and blew it out.
xxxxxxxxx Let's head to town...maybe there is something interesting there. he thought to himself. Or maybe there is a book or movie you can steal that might calm yourself. And so he made his way from the child crowded streets of his neighborhood, down to the town.

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mood: superior, cold
location: coates academy
r. status: single - amanda(?)
tagged: bucky, crew
power: telekinesis
p. bars four bars

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Drew watched as the boy drew near. He took in each detail of his pace and steps and listened to his dragging voice that the boy supposed to believe furnished off a striking ascendancy. The simple words that stumbled from his mouth were almost amusing, giving Drew the satisfaction he knew to come. The boy would not obey him? And yet he just had by stopping in his tracks and trailing back to him.

He beamed delightedly.

After a moment he swiped his palms on his pants and stuck out his right hand to the boy. "Drew Henderson." He proclaimed, presenting him with a concise look that he skimmed with his near black eyes. "This is my crew," He stated solidly as he gestured toward the groups of adolescents around the immense SUVs. "And the box just so happens to be none of your business." His terms were effortless, unyielding, and awfully bitter like usual, giving him all supremacy over the state of affairs. "Unless, of course," He weighed, edging closer to him. "You were to be a part of this ..." He did not bother with choosing his words carefully. "Crew."

He meandered a few feet past the boy, trying his best to hide the smirk tugging loosely at the side of his handsome mouth. He levitated a small stone from the earth with just a simple thought and threw it up into his palms. Without letting the mineral exactly touch his skin, he leaped it from one hand to another as he turned sharply on his heel and looked back at the boy.
"You already seem interested. Will you join me, Bucky?"

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ｂｕｃｋｙ，-----------------tags ;; uh, drew, amanda etc... mood ;; unsure location ;; the school occ ;; yo

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xoxoxo Bucky narrowed his eyes into slits as this guy kept a close eye on him. It was very unsettling, something was weird about him, something different. He grasped Drew's hand and shook it and then let go. Drew's "crew" looked good enough for himself, but there was something very suspicious about it. They all gave off a strange atmosphere and aurora. Some of them looked like good people, most tied around their leaders finger. That wasn't the life for him, he'd rather be free and in danger all the time more the less of being a pet to Drew.

xoxoxoHe scoffed lightly about his answer about the box, puffing out a spurt of laughter through his nose. "Just curious." Bucky added with a shrug of his shoulders. He shifted at ease on his feet, his hands now free from his pockets just in case Drew tried something. He didn't even know Drew's power until he started tossing a stone around behind him. "Now wait just a minute." His lips pressed together in though for just a few mere moments, then he continued to speak. "First of all, I don't even know who your are. Second of all, stop with the stone." Bucky flicked his hand and the stone fell away on to the asphalt. Augmentation was a good power to have even if you didn't know the other's power. He almost completely took away Drew's power but, somehow Drew remained somewhat in power but, it dialed it down a lot. "And last but not least, how do you know my name?" ...

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location: worther high
status: amanda
tagged: bucky, crew
power: telekinesis
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paragraph"I already told you my nam-" Drew cut himself off slightly as he could feel a weakening in his ability. It was fast but only weakened him to a small extent. Well, apparently ol' Bucky didn't know about the four bars, Drew assumed as he detected the odd look on his face. He smirked briefly as he shifted.
Drew considered the boy. Around his own age but this one had much of a problem that would have to be changed if he were to survive long. And he liked to ask questions. Interesting.
paragraph"I know a lot actually. About you. About everybody here. And about this town. I've had my time to pick up on details." It was a simple answer and Drew held strong contact in their gazes. "I am actually quite surprised you haven't already, seeing that you seem to be the boastful one."

Suddenly Drew tore off his shirt. "I like to take my shirt off!!! he bellowed and, letting out a purr, pretended to paw at Bucky with a wink. He rumbled out a "rawrrrrr!" and wiggled his eyebrows with a wink. "Call me!" He then trotted off in a daisy dance into the sunset in high heels.

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name ;; romulus poulios
nicknames ;; none
gender ;; male
age ;; seventeen
birthday ;; november 2nd
hometown ;; athens, greece
nationality ;; greek

main trait ;; hot-headed
rarest trait ;; patient
+ traits ;; loyal, trust-
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- traits ;; opinionated,
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height ;; 6'2"
weight ;; 162 lbs
hair color ;; black
eye color ;; gray-blue

allies ;; to be added
enemies ;; to be added
family ;; just his parents
orientation ;; straight
crush ;; to be added
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xxxuntrustworthy. running away.

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name: remmi-lee cortez
nickname: rem, remmi
age: sixteen and a half
gender: female
birth date: april ninth
birth place: new zealand
affiliation: townie

✶ - - - ❝ seeing one ❞

weight: 115 pounds
height: 5 foot 3
hair: dark blonde
eyes: snake green
skin: dark tanned
build: petite

✶ - - - ❝ knowing one ❞

impression: runner
positive: instinctive
negative: untrustworthy
habits: //
power: mnemokinesis

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----Emmaline Roe Milling. Not many have ever met her, and not many want to. Looks can be intimidating you
see. Standing stark at 5' 10", with thin bony outlines and pale skin, it is very easy for her to come across as
someone who could beat you up and steal your boyfriend. And she very well might. Roe isn't the very best with
emotions. She is cold, and it doesn't take much to get her to snap. However, she has a problem with anxiety,
but this only adds to her cold stares and silence.
----Roe believes that you shouldn't speak unless you have something valuable to say. Words have a price.
Growing up as the youngest family with 6 brothers and one sister, Roe learned that she was never really heard
in the first place. So, she taught herself to stay quiet unless she had something of true value to say. Her
unearthly loud family would normally listen, because they knew how little she talked. As a student, this shyness
caused her to quickly become cold toward others.
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full name ; Emmaline Roe Milling
nickname ; Roe (preferred)
gender ; female
age ; 17
birthday ; january 17th
positive traits ; intellectual, puzzle-solver
negative traits ; nervous, snappy, cold
likes ; tea, makeup, martial arts, music
dislikes ; cold, pain, bells,
power ; sound manipulation
eye color ; blue-green
hair color ; bleach blonde
height ; 5' 10"
weight ; 120
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