[[.Greener.Grass.]] [[.Semi-lit.Powers.RP]] [[.Open...ish.]]

[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

{Wait. I gotz a question...Can Avery talk, like outloud?}

{Nope, he's a mute ^^}

[WalkerNom]

Why must I hide?
Because I'm different?

Felicity jumped at the sound or...thought of the voice again. This time she wasn't as shocked, but it was still slightly weird. She turned towards the man next to her when she heard him chuckle. It made sense now, It was you?! She thought. She raised an eyebrow and pointed her finger at him as if to ask, "Was that you?" Without an answer, she took a step closer and whispered, "Are you Avery? By any chance?" she asked. This time, she was sure she could speak to him. Her eyes shot down to look at his right hand moving toward her, she hesitated a moment before accepting his offer.

{Ya, I got a case of WB too, but I want to write, just don't know what to write lol. Also, it'll make Felicity feel awkward talking outloud to someone who couldn't talk back, in a way, but oh well, let's see how this plays out...}

[BlissfulFarrago]

Ankica

When she heard the voice, Ankica jumped slightly. She peeked out from behind her arm, not allowing the stranger to see her face. Seeing how tall he was, she almost shrieked. After a a second she realized that his height must mean he was a freak [[she be mistaken. :D]]: he was no danger to her.

"I'm not," snapped Ankica, looking to the side and covering her face with her hand. She didn't take the hanky. Continuing to look away, she comtemplated a way to get rid of him without raising suspicions. Then she realized: he didn't know she was a freak. Ankica could play the part of a lost, little, rich girl and get him to direct her home.

"I'm lost," she admitted, purposely sounding sad, still not showing her face. "Could you point me in the right direction home?"


Andrew

"It's just something I can do." Andrew shrugged. "It's as natural to me as breathing."

It was true. Andrew had long stopped wondering about his power...except for the fear of being lost in time. There were all sorts of tricky things about slowing down, stopping, speeding up, and going back and forth through time. He didn't know how it worked, and it wasn't a pressing matter to him.

The girl's "Here" was accompanied by the clink of metal. Surprised, Andrew backed away slightly, as if that much money would bite him.

"Oh, no," he said. "I can't take that much money from a girl like you." Even though the girl couldn't be more than a five years younger than him, she seemed like a small child to him.

He walked away and stuck his hand in a man's pocket, pulling out a single coin. Andrew tossed it in the air, the mayor's imprinted face twisting above him.

"Once," he said. "Someone suggested that I just pickpocket while I stopped time--I wouldn't have to perform at all. So, I tried it. I stole some money from a rich man's pocket. After a several hours of feeling severely guilty, I wound back time and put the money back before he even missed it." Andrew laughed. "Sometimes I think I might be to noble for my own good."

He glanced at the girl, and was shocked by the tattoos on her neck. Why would such a young girl have tattoos? What parents would allow her? He decided not to mention it, feeling as if he had seen too far into her life.

She spoke again, and again Andrew surprised. "A deal? What sort of deal?"

[[Haha, having conversations in semi-lit can sometimes be a challenge. P:]]

[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

Quincy Alyssa Aaron :

"Take it, I have no need for it." She said tossing the coins at him, her eyes casting away into the distance before refocusing on the man. Her lips twisted into a smile, it held a sly and weird essence that shouldn't have been known by her at that age. You see, I have a natural ability too. Her voice was light and almost whimsical as she said the words. Watch. Focusing her amber eyes on an ivory clip twisted in a girl's hair, Come. The clip flew to her smooth fingertips. She turned to face him, holding it up with a gloating look on her face, letting a sleeve fall to her elbow; revealing more of her intricate Gothic tattoo. Quincy raised her eyebrows, challenging him.

Avery Tyler Whitlock :

He grasped her hand, shaking it once with his cold hand. I am, who are you? Avery's young eyes glittering lightly with amusement, he raised his open hand to his hat. Pulling it off his molded, blond hair and shoving into an inner pocket of his long, black coat. Avery loved this, the light fear of the people he met. In order to communicate with his family he had to move his lips as he forced his thoughts into everyone in the room's mind. He let out a silent sigh, letting his mind wander for only a moment.

[honeydont]

Thomas shrugged and placed the hankerchief back ni his pocket. "Okay." He said mildly. "I was just making sure." He stood up to his full height and crossed his arms, scrutinizing the girl. Why the sudden change in demeanor? Thomas was fairly certain that she was hiding something. Most likely the fact that she was a freak, just like him. "I don't know where your home is. If you tell me the street, then maybe I can point you in the right direction." He offered.

[WalkerNom]

Why must I hide?
Because I'm different?

Felicity kept her structure firm as he shook her hand once, At least he has some kind of manners, but where have mine gone? She thought, realizing she had forgotten to tell him her name. She whispered once again, "Sorry for my impoliteness, my name is Felicity." She looked around the crowd to be sure no one had noticed them, a few people had looked their way but they must have shrugged off the sight. Another thought occurred to her, I must look like the freak that I am! Here I am talking to myself and look how I'm dressed! She hated that she couldn't even show her face to the normals that asked her name, but this was different, she had met a freak in hiding, just like her, well, not exactly, but enough like her that she could have a friend?

She noticed his left arm reach up and grab his hat off his head, Wait, no tells on his face? He is so lucky! She was afraid to take off her hood not only in broad daylight, but even at night. The thought would scare her so much that she would begin to tremble. She let her eyes fall onto his face for a moment, and for a second noticed how handsome he was. She shook the thought from her mind and her sense kicked back in, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Avery," she whispered. She wished they could have talked normally, well you know, somewhat normally, but to do that they'd have to leave the performers.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

[Sorry for not posting yet! D: I'll type up a post in the morning (:]

[Nostalgia]

Carlissa Denomarie
You know me...I'm that little girl that you ignore every day. I guess you don't realise just what I can do...

Jumping out of her window was easy. Just a spring, a fall and a tiny flex of her mind and her hair was already holding her up, a delicate nest separating her from the grass. The child shortened it a little, letting it brush by her shoulders, straightened it and turned it black. Even if her parents saw her, they wouldn't know who she was. Smirking slightly, she ran towards the place where the performers had their acts. When she got close, she slowed and sighed, seeing a group of people crowded around a few places, as always. She managed to notice a performer who looked like he was controlling time - probably stopping it to earn some money. She stopped in the shadows, waiting for something to happen.

((Finishing another character; a performer this time.))

[WalkerNom]

Why must I hide?
Because I'm different?

Felicity kept her structure firm as he shook her hand once, At least he has some kind of manners, but where have mine gone? She thought, realizing she had forgotten to tell him her name. She whispered once again, "Sorry for my impoliteness, my name is Felicity." She looked around the crowd to be sure no one had noticed them, a few people had looked their way but they must have shrugged off the sight. Another thought occurred to her, I must look like the freak that I am! Here I am talking to myself and look how I'm dressed! She hated that she couldn't even show her face to the normals that asked her name, but this was different, she had met a freak in hiding, just like her, well, not exactly, but enough like her that she could have a friend?

She noticed his left arm reach up and grab his hat off his head, Wait, no tells on his face? He is so lucky! She was afraid to take off her hood not only in broad daylight, but even at night. The thought would scare her so much that she would begin to tremble. She let her eyes fall onto his face for a moment, and for a second noticed how handsome he was. She shook the thought from her mind and her sense kicked back in, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Avery," she whispered. She wished they could have talked normally, well you know, somewhat normally, but to do that they'd have to leave the performers.

[BlissfulFarrago]

Ankica

Should she tell the freak where she really lived? Ankica couldn't decide for a few seconds. If she told him her street name, he'd know just how rich and important her family was. Every person in Evexle knew that to live on Wirfliton Street, you had to be wealthy and influential. And because of the way the city had been designed, there were no streets anywhere near Wirfliton, so Ankica couldn't lie about that.

Finally, she just shut all the thoughts out of her mind. He didn't know she was a freak, he didn't know she was the mayor's daughter; there was no harm in telling him her street name.

"Wirfliton," she said with superiority, still playing the part of what she imagined the average high-society girl was.


Andrew

Andrew scrambled slightly and tried to catch the coins. A few fell to the ground and he bent to pick them up. When he stood up straight again, the girl seemed to have changed. She didn't look innocent anymore--she looked devious. The sight unnerved him, as his mental picture of a little girl shattered and reformed to be a...a what? Whatever she was, Andrew wasn't sure he liked it.

Natural ability...? he thought. Was this normal not as normal as she appeared? Then it was confirmed. The clip raced towards her hand like a faithful dog, the hair it held falling downwards. Then Andrew realized: not tattoos, tells.

He had heard of the hiders before, but had never actually known one for sure. And now that he had, Andrew was nervous. What did this girl want? But he couldn't figure out what to say, keeping his mouth shut and gazing at the frozen crowd.