E N T R A P P E D in Delusions (Fantasy, semi-literate RP)

[tamed.]

~*~ Astrik ~*~

Astrik stood huddled in the corner, where the doors had opened. She carefully felt the walls with a lingering touch, looking desperatly for the opening, or a crack, crevise, anything.
She stood silent at one point as agony rushed through her mind. What about Mum? she though as a silent tear slid down her cheek thinking of the plump lady that adopted her. She leaned agenst the wall as she thought of her on her bed with the flu rushing. I shouldn't of left, she growled to herself silently.
Then she heard a distinct sounding pound from behind her, she spun around and watched as Grace punched the wall, she watched as the blood streamed down her arm, starting from her knuckles.
A small shot a fury fired through her as she remembered someone from school doing the same thing.
Then Astrik spoke up, containing the small rage that she had agenst that inside of her, "punching the wall isn't going to do any good."
Her eyes narrowed, looking at the girl with a distressed and enraged look.

~*~

[Citael]

Willow Zefrina Arias

OOC: Kinda short.

Willow paced in her room, shaking visibly and whining slightly. What had she done? She left her big, yet happy, family, for this terrible, cold place. Her light red hair flew behind her as she walked on, her blue green eyes flicking around nervously. She was shaking terribly, but she knew she wasn't alone here. There were more then one "special" people here. She soon stopped pacing, and leaned against one of the walls, before sliding down slowly to the ground. Were they fused with animals too? Or were they different, stronger, scarier? What if they beat her up? What if they tried to kill her? She started to shake even more in fear, if that's possible. She leaned her head against the wall, and thought. Willow knew she could shift easily into any animal she wanted, but she mostly liked being a snow leopard. Since she was going to remain with this power forever, she might as well practice them. She had turned from a squirrel to a zebra. Yet, she liked Snow leopard the best. She sighed once more, before standing up, quite shakily, and soon stood. She peaked out to the hall, and saw a male not to far away. She tilted her head slightly, with curiosity visible in her eyes. She heard him growl out some words, talking about the letter that she to, had received. She leaned back slightly, so he wouldn't see her. She shook with excitemnet for meeting another, but also with fear. Maybe approaching as an animal would be better... And so, she took a deep breathe, and easily changed into a young snow leopard. She flicked her long, light white tail with a black tip, before slowly walking out of her room. She looked around, and started to creep forward slowly, still slightly shaking, as her ears went back against her skull. She approached the male, with a lightly tilted head. She sat before him, and she soon gave a small "meow."

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Grace sneered angrily, her shoulders moving up and down by several inches as she breathed heavily between clenched teeth. She clenched her fists tightly, causing even more blood to trickle out of her wound. The deep red blood streamed down Grace's pale hands and splattered against the floor, forming a miniature puddle of blood underneath her hands. Grace flinched when she heard a voice, her muscles stiffening if the surprise of hearing another person. She turned her head slightly, but only just enough to look back at Astrik out of the corner of her eye. "And why would you care?" Grace hissed, her eyes narrowing. Her dark eyes became tinted with a faint shade of red, but it grew steadily across her eyes until her iris' had turned completely red. The bed in the far corner of the room began to shake, rattling and trembling violently. Grace's eyes narrowed, her gaze focused upon Astrix, but, the more intense her glare became the more the bed began to shake.

~ • ~

Bo sat quietly up against the wall of the hallway, his back pressed against the wall. He sighed, running a hand back slowly through his thick blonde hair, his fingernails scraping against his scalp as he pushed his hand to the back of his head. Bo stopped his hand, resting it lightly on the back of his neck. He could feel his warm hand up against his flesh, but something was different. The heat emitting off of his hand was somehow edged with a metallic like coldness. As if somehow there was a slab of metal beneath his skin. Bo turned his gaze down to the floorboards of the hallway, looking at his shadow that the overhanging lights cast. But, it wasn't long before he heard a faint click-clack against the floorboards. He tensed, his breath catching in his chest. Bo swallowed down hard, afraid that one of the guards had found him. But, the sound wasn't like that of footsteps, it was somehow lighter. His eyebrows furrowed together, noticing a shadow creeping across the floorboards and towards him. Bo frowned, the shadow didn't seem human. The shadow appeared to belong to some sort of animal... He whipped his head up, hearing a soft mew coming from in front of him. Bo's eyes widened, seeing the snow leopard in front of him. He looked the immense black and white feline up and down; it was indeed beautiful, but it brought Bo a slight sensation of discomfort. Bo looked at the snow leopard, worried that it would attempt to attack him. He tensed yet again, trying to remain motionless in the presence of the magnificent feline.

[Citael]

Username:
01dewey
Name:
Rafi Helser
Age:
Eighteen years
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Rafi is not a usual male. He isn't happy with his life, and he often isn't friendly. He doesn't talk much, and doesn't like most people. He isn't the friendly type, he would much rather walk away rather rudely then talk to you. He is quiet, and likes to spend his time alone, reading books and sort, or working with computers. Rafi is, well, basically, a genius. He can figure out quite difficult problems. Yet, he often doesn't like to share his knowledge, or help others. Although, sometimes, it may seem that he might not like you, but he may even like you a little. He often doesn't hold much respect for some. Also, unlike others, he actually likes his powers, and practices them.
Devision:
Elementist- Darkness: As long as he is in the shadows, he can use his powers to travel soundlessly through the shadows without being seen, and able to pull others into the shadows to travel.
Brief bio:
In Westfront Illinois, he lived in a rich family, but he was in forever solitude. Actually, he made it. He never talked to his truly loving parents, and never made friends. He always spent time in his room, programing his computer, hacking here and there, reading a lot, and never talking to people. He would much rather be alone. He never made friends, he found that he didn't need them. He soon learned how to show no emotions, always keeping his fine brown eyes blank. Yet, he soon got bored with his life, and started to become a fake, friendly person about some people that he had a dash of respect for. Yet, it was all fake, and he was still bored. And so, he began to get into fights, make fights, and always causing drama. He found little amusement in this, and once he got that letter, he didn't even have to think, he just ran to the bus. He did have a bag with him, with three books, and his laptop.
Other:Nope.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

(Accepted)

[Pockyy]

♥ Alexandra Jane Bennett ♥ && ♦ James Edward Worthington ♦

Alexa gasped as she leaned against the dull grey walls, staring down at her monotone outfit. As she began walking, she felt something shift inside her pocket. Reaching a shaking hand into her trouser pocket, it was soon to be revealed that it was a box of matches. The cardboard box fitted perfectly in her palms, dainty fingers curling around the sides. Fire had always captured her attention and also imagination. She kept her left hand on the grey walls though, but the seemingly despair of her fate and future almost toppled the girl. She fell to the floor, onto her knees as she clutched the matches, oh so tightly; like they were the last thing holding her sanity. She looked up and down the corridor anxiously, hoping to see someone. "Hello?" Alexa managed to call out, though it came out in a faint whisper.

James looked around at his white prison, the walls hurting his eyes as he staggered out. He coughed, a certain choking feeling captivating him like claustrophobia. The dull grey hall was just as bad, though he could make out a figure nearby. He did not make any motion to get their attention, though concentrated on walking down slowly, following the vertical wall like Alice follows the White Rabbit. He did have a slight desire to meet someone though; preferably before this flat environment turned him insane.

[Citael]

Willow Zefrina Arias

OOC: Kinda short.

Willow watched as the male's eyes widened and looked at her white and black fur that was thick and warm, almost like a large fur coat to her. He looked slightly worried about something, but she was just glad that he didn't kick her or something. She titled her cat like head, and soon gave a cat like smile. She tried to look friendly, like she wasn't going to hurt him, because she truly wasn't. Willow still shook slightly, as she sat in place, tilting her head in various ways, trying to seem friendly. Her tail flicked around her, and soon wrapped around her body, her tail was slightly annoying her. Willow watched this male with curious eyes, and she hoped he wouldn't send her flying down the hallway for what she was about to do. Talk. A snow leopard talking, absolutely absurd. Yet, she could, because she truly wasn't a snow leopard. Her light pink tongue came out of her mouth to lick her black lips, and she soon opened her mouth to speak.
"Umm... Mrrowww...."
A long "mrrowww" came from her mouth, and she shut her mouth quickly. She sighed slightly, and looked up again at the male, before opening her mouth again, and finally speaking,
"Ummm... H-Hello. T-T-This-s is p-probably u-u-unusual t-t-to y-y-yo-ou, b-b-but, I-I am a shifter, Willow. A-A-A human. Mrrrroowwww!"
another long "mrroww" came from her mouth, and her tail darted at her mouth to cover it once more. She was shaking much more now, since she had spoken. Would he hurt her, try to kill her? Challenge her to a battle of some sort? That would be quite scary. If they did have to fight, Willow would most likely win, but she wasn't so sure. She didn't know his power yet, he could be like, a scary machine of some sort. She could always switch into a lion and such, but she could only remain like this for an hour or so.

Rafi Helser

Rafi sat upon his gray bed, in the bland, gray room. His eyes wandered all around the room, as if he was searching for something fairly important. A small smile soon lit up on his face, as he saw a nice sized shadow in the corner. He walked over to it, and let his hand melt inside. Ah, darkness, the pleasant dark feeling of cold and nothingness. He gave a small sigh, before melting into it, and becoming one with the shadow. He held his hand up in the shadow, and could feel the dark energy forming a small shape in his hand. He wanted more energy in the shadow ball. He used his other hand to force more energy, and the ball slowly got bigger. He rolled it around in his hand, and he soon made it into a solid, instead of a liquid type gas thing. He stepped from the shadows, panting slightly, it tired him quite a bit, but his often unemotional eyes were filled with smug success. Now, in his hand, was a nice sized ball, very light, and it was a deep, dark black, with mixes of dark purple that was close to black mixed in. It was kinda soft, but it was perfect. He stuffed it in his pocket, he had made his power. That ball would produce some dark energy when he needed it. It would come in handy if he ever escaped this prison. Then, then, after that, instead of going back to the boring old place, he would go to a busy, exciting place, like New York, and become a CEO or something. He gave himself a narrowed eye smile, as he picked up one of the books that he had in his bag. He looked at it for a minute, and read the title easily.
Lolita.
Such an odd book, but it was so horrifyingly weird, that it was one of his favorites. Rafi had read it more then once, but he couldn't get enough of it. He opened the book to page one, and most likely, by the end of the day, he would be finished with the large book. He walked out into the halls, and his eyes flicked around calmly, as he continued to walk. He soon heard a faint whisper, as he stopped walking down the halls. He looked up from his book, and saw a girl, on the floor, clutching a small box. She seemed quite scared, unlike Rafi, he was totally cool with it. This had caused some excitement in his life, but it would soon end, and sooner or later, his parents would come here, and take him back. That's what Rafi thought. He looked at the girl for a minute, with unemotional eyes, before he sighed, closed the book, and stuffed it in his bag. He walked a bit more, and soon leaned down a bit, so he was closer to eye level with the girl. She had a box of matches, he noticed. Elementist? Most likely, same as him. He sat down next, to her, against the wall, not saying a word. Although, to break to silence, he spoke,
"Uh... Hello. I'm Rafi Helster, Dark Elementist. Who are you?"
His voice was emotionless, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke.

[Pockyy]

♥ Alexandra Jane Bennett ♥ && ♦ James Edward Worthington ♦

(( I'm guessing everyone knows their Divisions? Sorry I am a little confused ^^; ))

Alexa flung her hand to her mouth to stop her screaming, though after a few deep breaths her anxiety subsided. She straightened up, biting her bottom lip a little. "Erm. I'm Alexa ... I suppose I am a Fire Elementalist?" She said, staring at the wall opposite her. Her words were more like a question, though she knew that the boy sat next to her wouldn't be able to answer it. This was her Division and she would need to do everything she could to escape this prison. The matchbox was almost quivering as Alexa spoke, drawing her attention solely on the box. She gently pried opened the box, sliding the box with her index finger. The small container was filled with short matches, which Alexa cautiously took one out. She struck the matched end sharply against the side of the box, bursting into flames as she watched it in bewilderment. A sudden impulse made her touch it with her free hand, though it didn't burn her strangely enough. Instead, a wisp of the flame, like a thick thread of molten metal, stayed a few millimeters away from her fingertip, bending slowly like a candle flame. She flicked it, as one might flick an annoying bug, though it ricocheted onto the opposite wall and extinguished.

Finally, she took up the courage to look at Rafi and said quietly, but clearly, "I suppose I am a Fire Elementalist." This time it sounded more certain, assertive of her Division. It was different, so much so, that now Alexa knew who she was; what defined her. She sat quietly after wards, knees tuck under her chin as she wrapped her arms around her shins. Tilting her head, she could see that Rafi was someone a few years older than she, though she quickly averted her gaze as she though about his Division - dark Elementalist. She wondered about how you could control darkness; was it even possible?

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

(Um... I suppose so...
But honestly it is up to the players if they want their charrie to know their Division ^-^)

Bo stared back at Willow, his eyes large and his face pale from fear. Even though the snow leopard was very beautiful, the large black and white feline brought him much discomfort. Bo's heart lurched when the snow leopard's muzzle curled back, mistaking it for a display of aggression. He could see the snow leopard's large teeth clearly, gawking at them with unusually large eyes. Bo drew in a deep breath as soon as he saw the black and white feline's tongue slid out of its mouth, but he closed his eyes tightly when he saw the snow leopard's jaws begin to slide open. He braced himself, expecting the snow leopard to clamp down it's jaws on his flesh. But what came instead shocked him just as much. Bo opened his eyes. He whipped his head around, staring at the snow leopard blankly. It had just spoken. Or at least that was what Bo had heard it do. Could it have been his imagination? No. The snow leopard's voice was still ringing in his mind, haunting him for a prolonged moment before finally fading. "D-did you just..." Bo stammered out, taking a pause to gulp. "Speak...?" he asked, his voice cracking as he stammered out the word. Bo was breathing heavily, but not only because of his intense fear. The coldness underneath his skin was growing worse by the minute, causing his body to go stiff from the chill, turning his muscles numb. Bo closed his eyes and lowered his head, letting out a low moan of pain. His arm muscles tightened, but something strange happened. The skin on his forearms split over where his bone was and a slab of metal slowly stretched out of the gape in his flesh. The split in his skin slid even further, the skin opening up all the way to his wrist. The metal continued to emerge from his forearms, wrapping around his arm. The metal finally stopped pushing out of Bo's arms. Now, Bo's arms, except for his hands, were completely encased in a thin sheet of metal. Bo forced his eyelids open, his vision blurred by pain. He glanced down at his arms, wincing deeply when he saw the metal around his arms. "What the h*ll..." Bo murmured under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing with wonder.

[tamed.]

(Ugg, I realy need to clean this up. I did this on a phone, so please excuse this. >.<)

Astrik stood silent for a few moments carefully examining the red pool of dripping blood underneath her feet.
Then her attention directed to eyes as it turned a spell casing red. Then imediatly looked aougd the room for the source torward the rattling bed. She watched as Grace began to shake it more and more, the reddness in her eyes increasing more than ever. Astrik then just stood there not even letting out a scream. She looked back and forth between the powerfull being and the bed.
Astrik opened her mouth to speak but instead she let out a sad smile and began to rock back and forth on her heels. She then closed her eyes and let her arms sway in a clear daydreaming way to calm her down. Finnally she let her eyes to open a bit, but then she just smirked, seeing that she was still trying to lift up the bed.
"Don't get angery,there a much better way of using your powers than harassing a bed out if anger," she gave a sad smile, but she knew deep in her heart that that would just anger her more and more.