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[Numina]

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• յսlﻨձռ ĸօъε էօսlﻨօսรε •

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
As most people people can see Julian doesn't have an American background. His mother is from Indonesia and his dad from Morocco. His skin is mostly pale though due to the fact that he has lived in the Netherlands all of his life. His eyes are a dark brown that seem to sparkle when he is happy. Through his eyes people can see right into his soul. Or so they say. His hair is very dark brown, almost black. He's never fully shaved and likes to wear woolen hats, a casual jeans and shirt, and always has got his headset with him, as he just can't go without music. He likes to wear brandless shoes that don't stand out and everything basically has to be comfortable. He's got a different style from most others which he is bullied with on previous schools. He likes it though, and a lot of people are with him. It tends to be the love it or hate it thing. He likes to wear one leather bracelet at all times and a necklace with a tooth of the wolf his dad once caught because he was about to attack Julian. Luckily it was just a lone wolf, but either way he didn't like it to be shot as he loves animals. He doesn't have a particular color he likes, he'll just wear whatever he feels like that day not giving too much thought about the weather. This had him often in situations of wearing shorts and shirts while it poured outside. He's got quite a strong build. He is 6 ft 1 tall and weighs 187 lbs. When he comes in, everyone looks around to see who. People just seem to notice him really quick. Most parents of girls that introduced him seemed to approve of his appearance.

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ:: Julian Kobe Touliouse
иιcκиαмɛƨ:: Jule or Kobe (Though he doesn't really like them)
αɢɛ:: Nineteen
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн:: 24-02-1992
вιятнρℓαcɛ:: Amsterdam, The Netherlands
σccʋραтισи:: Student/Freelance Journalist
яαcɛ:: Moroccan/Indonesian
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Male
∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ:: He's allergic to Iron. Furthermore he can't stand big crowds.
мʋтαтισи::
Insomnia. He's got this during a certain period in his life, and caused him to develop a special ability that developed every time he tried to fall asleep. He's able to do remote viewing now. Meaning he can see and hear things happening at others places in the world. Sometimes he gets them spontaneously, which is very annoying at times but can show him important things. There is also the possibility of doing it on purpose. Something that is more likely for him to do. He can't do it for longer than 10 minutes, usually causing it to stop just at the wrong moment.

нιƨтσяʏ::
When his parents died it wasn't hard for the asylum to find a good, new home for Julian. He was a cute kid that was a joy for the eye. He was taken care of well but soon it was clear he was different from the other kids. Instead of going outside to play he'd rather stay in to read. To get him to go out more often his dad would take him out camping in wild pieces of forest, or on the boat fishing. He never had anything short. His new parents were from a higher class and had enough money to make his life good the way he was. He really enjoyed hunting with his dad, after which they would prepare the meat and use everything from the animal his dad shot. Of course he couldn't do anything yet himself, he was too young for such things, but he certainly learned to love nature in all it's beauty. When he almost turned 14 things started to change. He already got bullied on school, but things never got this bad. When he got out of school a group of other kids waited at him at the border of the school terrain. They circled around him and started to yell at him, call him names and started to kick. He remained completely silent, not wanting to give away his pain. To show his weakness. Eventually he got unconscious and he remembers waking up at the hospital.

One night, a couple of weeks later his foster parents got a phone call. He climbed out of his bed to see what he had heard inside of the living room, it seemed like yelling. His mom was crying, and looked furious at her husband. She took Julian with her and held him tight. "You're not going to be with us for much longer love" She told him. Of course his dad didn't have to get rid of him, he just wanted to do things the easy way. They got a huge financial problem due to his foster dad's apparently hidden gamble problem. He has always stayed angry with him because of that. But he went to boarding school where he could live on. Things have gotten easier for him since then. The teachers saw he was really smart, and his intellect grew. Because he had written all of his life, and his grades got really good he could start as journalist for a well-known newspaper. This he loved doing very much, but he started to want to write different things. Things that might help people learn about things they never knew about.

He also got a serious relationship when he got 16. It lasted for 2 years after which he broke up because he couldn't stand it anymore. Being close to the same person all the time started to bore him to death. He did got a kitten from her last time she saw him. As sort of sign she still wanted to be friends, he guessed. Ever since then the kitten practically follows him everywhere. Even goes with him to his job and walks around there. His boss got pretty annoyed with it at first, but eventually accepted Ivan as soon as he saw he didn't cause any trouble and his co-workers liked him.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ:: Aini Sinaga [Dead]
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ:: Mohammed Touliouse [Dead]
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ:: Mischa Touliouse [23]
∂ιƨтαит κιи:: He doesn't know. He was placed at the asylum when he was two years old.
cяʋƨн:: -
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: -
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи:: Straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи:: No 0.o
вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂:: It doesn't matter anymore does it? He'll miss Tyler though..
ғяιɛи∂ƨ:: He makes friends pretty easily. Maybe he'll meet a couple of people here!
ɛиɛмιɛƨ:: Not that he knows of. He hope this'll stay this way.
ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ:: We'll see who interests him:)
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::
THIS ONE
(Sorry, I couldn't help myself I love that song so muchxD Guess this one would be a better one for him:3)
Jack Johnson - Breakdown


|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Julian is a rebel. He disagrees with everything having to do with authority and has an easy time making friends. Not that he wants to, he's perfectly fine reading his poems, books and writing. Shakespeare, Henry David Thoreau and Edgar Allan Poe are his favorites. This might seem a bit contradicting to each other, but that's what Julian is. Contradicting himself in any way. He's a romantic and likes writing stories and articles so maybe, he'll be able to write for National Geographic some time. The things he'd like to write most about are his medical scientific findings or other cultures. He is trying to find out more about this power he's got so maybe he'll be able to understand them, and the powers others have one time. The place you can usually find him is in a big tree at the middle of the nearest park.
Being really smart he never had to do a lot about school to stick out. So he only started to work hard when he got subjects that actually got his attention. It was just too interesting not to learn for it. Observing people from the tree seemed way more interesting to him in primary school and a big part of college. He'd done that all of his life and so he's good at reading people. Body language and expressions aren't too hard for him. He gets bored of people pretty fast. They're just the same so often. So.... predictable. Yes, being alone, learning, writing and just observing to gain knowledge are much better to spend your time on. Even though he doesn't like being around people there are some people walking around he definitely is interested in. They seem to be different from the others and once you have Julian's interest he can be quite a joy to be with. Every morning he runs around the park for half an hour to stay fit. With the birds singing and the sun rising this is the perfect moment for him to come to rest. Deep down he's a sweet guy, he just doesn't care to show anyone since no one ever tries hard enough to make him believe they deserve to let into his heart. He lives in his own apartment, in which he is very happy. One thing he absolutely can't stand is other people trying to help him. This is one of his bigger faults as the friends he made usually don't stay long because of this. He can be very impulsive in his emotions, which sometimes can get him into a lot of trouble. He is brave, doesn't get scared of something soon, and likes to protect others. Help them even though he doesn't like them to return the favor. His curiosity is endless. When he suspects something is going on he can investigate for weeks to find out what is happening. He loves bizarre things going on, and often seeks for them. When someone has a plan to do mischief he'll be in with it, however, he has high principles for himself, which he never contradicts.

ℓικɛƨ::
Writing • Running • Animals • Adrenaline • Reading • Nature • Learning • Music • Photographing
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
Unfairness • ignorant people • Authority • Big crowds • Iron • things that aren't necessary or interesting.

ρяσƨ:: Everything he's interested in and likes doing. He's also a quick learner
ғℓαωƨ:: He is afraid to do things in front of crowds. Like, he'd never be able to do a play.
ρнσвιαƨ:: Podium fear
ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя:: Turquoise
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ:: Tigers
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂:: Mexican
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ:: House
ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ:: He either writes, runs, reads, plays guitar, or hangs out with friends.
vαℓʋɛƨ:: He values honesty above everything else. He thinks it is the most essential thing in any relationship.
∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя:: That someone let's him fall. (In the figurative way)
нσмɛ ℓιғɛ:: He lives in a bigger apartment with his best friend Tyler. Things are a lot of fun.
нσввιɛƨ:: He just started to learn guitar, running, reading, listening music, writing. He'd love to learn how to surf too. Guess that's not going to happen for some time.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc:: Rock

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ:: Living room
яσσм:: bedroom
ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя:: Apple Macbook Air
ρнσиɛ:: Iphone 4
cαя:: He rather cycles.
σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ:: -

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя:: Very dark brown so it looks almost black.
нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ:: He tends to keep it like this but a bit shorter.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: Dark brown
sκιи cσℓσя:: slightly tanned. Whenever he gets into the sun he gets tanned in no time though.
hɛιɢнт:: He is 6 ft 1 tall
wɛιɢнт:: He weighs 187 lbs.
cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ::
He usually wears woolen hats, a casual jeans and shirt, and always has got his headset with him, as he just can't go without music. He likes to wear brandless shoes that don't stand out. Everything basically just has to be comfortable. This is his favorite outfit with of course his beloved [url]cotton hat.[/url]
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: He's got the left one on his arm
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ:: He's still got a scar from the bullying along half of his spine.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ:: Strength, endurance, reflexes and speed.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ:: Flexibility and balance
нɛαℓтн:: He's still got insomnia which makes him tired a lot, but overall he's got a good heath.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ:: His wolf tooth necklace.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ:: his cotton hat <3

|| ρɛт ιиғσямαтισи ||



ρɛт иαмɛ:: Ivan
ρɛт αɢɛ:: 2 months old
ρɛт ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Male
ρɛт вяɛɛ∂:: It's a black short haired cat. Everything else is unknown to Julian. He's probably a crossbreed of some kind.
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ:: He's got four siblings that all went to other people.
∂ιɛт:: Whiskas Junior
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: He's very affectionate, sweet and goofy. He's very directed to one person though. Not at all a cat who just allows everyone to touch him. He won't ever scratch or bite them though, unless it's because he wants to play. He loves to lay down on Julian's lap and never fails to purr if he only touches him. He can be very stubborn though and will only do something he wants for himself. He is very playful. He'll always let you know when he wants something. When you ignore him he'll do mischief. He is very adventurous and likes it to let Julian worry about him. Trees is his newest adventure, as he always needs to be saved out of them. He LOVES to steal whipped cream when Julian eats something with it. He will stand absolutely still like Julian wouldn't notice him that way, and slowly come closer until he gets a small lick of it.
нιƨтσяʏ:: When he was born he was already very adventurous. His mom always had to carry him around to keep the kittens together and feed them. When Julian's ex heard about the new kittens of her friend she thought she could give one to Julian. She knew he loved animals, especially black ones, and so she picked Ivan. When she came to his place she saw the two loved each other from the beginning. Ever since then Ivan has been spoiled. And the little bastard acts like it.
ℓικɛƨ::
• Julian • Meat • Adventure • Playing • daring others • whipped cream • Things he can run after
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
• Being held captured • His normal food • Being ignored • Chickens • scary unpredictable things
ғℓαωƨ::
Climbing down • clumsy • He doesn't like other people than Julian a lot
ρяσƨ::
Climbing up things • annoying Julian • Running for the scary unpredictable things • Being sweet to Julian

It isn't normal how long this actually took me....

[| LionCub |]

[[ My oh my. You guys are soo long but very good. My post may be a little on the short side, because I am doing homework, but I'll try to do my best. ]]

.[.Blake || 19 || Single; But Falling In Love .].

The perky blond opened his light blue eyes and smiled at the welcoming sight of his precious Australian Shepherd, Chasta facing over him. Her wet, pink tongue swooped down from her mouth and hit Blake's nose in a loving manner. Blake smiled brighter, his teeth glistening in the morning's sun. Today is the day He thought as he pushed himself out of bed. Today was the day that Blake would be going to Barreta's School For the Gifted. A.K.A. my parents don't want me and now I am leaving to a school where people like me live the rest of their lives day. Slightly rolling his eyes, he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of khaki shorts and an Asking Alexandria tee that he got from Hot Topic -- one of his favorite stores. He yawned and then looked out of his two-story high window, down at the wonderful neighborhood that he knew like the back of his hand. Skittle? Are you ready? called the voice of his little sister Iris. Blake turned around quickly, getting slightly light-headed and then nodded, sighing with sadness. Yeah. I have to be. He replied with a hint of rudeness in his voice. He quickly brushed past Iris, not really caring what he did to her as her went. He pounded down the hall and the stairs, grumbling as he went. And throughout this whole "mad" situation, his faithful little Chasta was right behind him.

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As the car that Blake was in drove up to Barreta's School For the Gifted, he couldn't help but stare in amazement of it. His face was almost pushed up on the glass of the closed window. Chasta's panting breath came running down Blake's neck as she, too, looked at the school in awe. The car stopped and Blake opened the door quickly, letting Chasta jump out then shutting the door behind him, not taking his eyes off of it. He took in every detail, from the tiny miss-coloration of the stone on the ground to the windows. Wow. Blake thought as slightly tapped his right foot excitedly. He couldn't wait to get in those doors, to start a whole new life. And it was so close yet so far away.

[Noel]

((Sorry this post is so, well, bad. I haven’t been this busy in months, what with homework hell, sickness, cleaning up hurricane damage, and the like. I’ll do a bit more later, if I can finish up my schoolwork.))

__Skye Kuronai__

Skye flinched visibly and the loud and impatient pounding on the door awoke him from his rest. He had been stretched out across the couch; his things more or less neatly packed up in bags near him, taking some much-needed sleep. He had spent hours raiding the Internet in the hopes of finding out more of his ‘new school,’ Barretta’s, without success. Before he knew it, light was coming through the windows, and he was just about collapsing from lack of sleep. However, being the procrastinator that he was, he had packed nothing, and promptly scrambled to get that done. By the time he was finished, he had barely enough time to catch an hour or two of sleep. Not to mention he hadn’t bothered with changing out of his dirt stained tee-shirt and pants, nor tried to tame his hair, which once again was getting longer than he would have liked and sticking up in all the most irritating ways.

He rose stiffly, blinking and yawning every few seconds, and made his was across the room towards the hallway. Upon reaching the door, he fiddled quickly with the many locks he had put there in random moments of paranoia, and thrust it open as to quit that mad pounding that one of the men on the other side had been causing. They looked serious enough, smart black suits, glasses, and probably even more concealed weapons than the ones Skye could make out, which were a startling many. Even their thoughts gave away nothing to him; obviously they had been trained to keep from giving information mind readers, which he was rather impressed by.

“Skye Kuronai, we are preparing to take you to the secure location that will be referred to only as ‘Barretta’s” Black-suit-guy, as Skye had mentally dubbed him, said in a dull monotone. “But first, given the circumstances, we are obliged to find proof that-”

“-I can in fact hear your every thought.” Skye said in an equally flat tone, continuing the sentence with ease. “And that I was not merely faking it as an opportunity to escape from my ‘poverty.’ Now, you are thinking that I could have merely predicted all off this. Now guy number two over there believes me, but you remain suspicious.”

He let his voice draw to a stop at this point, feeling that he had proven his ability soundly. He watched as the two exchanged a quick look and a nod. Skye smiled inwardly, even if for no reason in the slightest. Of course, at that point one of the pair let out one rather important thought, which he picked up on quickly and stepped back:

“You… that’s not legal…” He whispered quietly as his vision clouded over at a startling pace. Skye’s legs collapsed beneath him, and unconscious washed over his last-second thoughts of panic. Not many children get to know the honor that they are being gassed to sleep until after it happens, and as Skye would assure them, it is not a cheery moment.

[Rhapsodii___x]

↑ → nicholas vance ← ↓

{ i could see.
she was offended. }

"Perfect," One word escaped from his lips as he sat back on his knees to look up at the mural he had just finished painting. Nicholas smiled in satisfaction, rubbing his messy hands together. His room was getting a little closer to feeling like home. Everything was where he needed it to be, and that soothed him somehow. With one last assessment of his quarters, Nick stood up with a small grunt. After being on his knees for nearly half an hour, he felt relieved to finally have his feet on the ground again.

He stepped out of the men's room after washing the paint off of his hand and walked right into someone. "Sorry," He mumbled, blinking a bit to get a better look at his victim. It was a girl who apparently liked dressing in the color brown. He chuckled softly at the sight before extending his hand. "I'm Nicholas Vance, but you can call me Nick," he introduced himself with a friendly grin. "It's nice to meet you, uh..." He paused and waited for the girl to say her name. This wasn't exactly how he planned on meeting anyone, but he may as well make the most of the situation.


{ she said.
"WELL ANYWAY" }

[Noel]

Skye Kuronai


((Sorry its a bit late, but I was really busy. My muse is incredible right now, so I'm off to type quite a lot of something.))

Skye blinked slowly, taking in the light. He flinched unconsciously as the many smells of a lab reached him, far to similar to that of a hospital for him to be comfortable. After a moment of dazed confusion, his eyes snapped open and took in the scene around him. He was slumped across a plastic chair, feeling like he had been dragged for far farther than any human should, which, thinking about it, he probably had been. The room was white, rectangular, with a door embedded in one wall, and nothing else, except for a ‘hidden’ camera inside one wall that he saw with ease. From far across the room, three men stood, safely blocked by a Plexiglas wall separating them from him. Without a doubt it was to keep him from getting near enough to hear their thoughts.

“Skye Kuronai, your brain has been scanned and it appears you are as we had been told. Copies of the images are on side of the table behind you.” Skye jumped slightly as the voice rang through the room, coming from a mike in the wall. One of the men observing him was speaking into some sort of metal contraption that was obviously the source of the voice. Skye rose quickly and picked up said copies. What he saw was not pleasant. Skye knew little about the brain, but even he could tell what he saw was not good.

In the general area of the Parietal and Temporal Lobes, there was an enlargement, a sort of egg-sized, well, growth. It was pushing everything away, and was undoubtedly the cause of his ability and his unexplained headaches.

“As we’re sure you can tell, the rest of your brain has been affected as well. I imagine that at this point, your hearing has deteriorated nicely, as well as your general emotional reactions and coordination.” Skye jumped, wondering quite how they knew all that from merely a scan of his brain, a result of his lack of knowledge, but could not deny they were right.

“And this ‘growth’ is apparently enlarging, as shown by the tension around the skull. I’m sure you can imagine the problems this might cause, no?” Now he didn’t want to hear another word, and simply allowed himself to stare off into space, letting all words flow past him without hearing single one. A sigh emerged from the speaker, clearly realizing that Skye was taking no more interest in what could very well have been a prediction to his death. Another sigh, and Skye returned his attention, knowing that the next few sentences would be of a different topic.

“Everyone here is like you, if a bit less mentally-challenged. You will fit in. Your room is just down the hall, your possessions are being moved there now.” While he snarled slightly at ‘mentally-challenged,’ he was gratefully to make a quick exit out the side. The hallway, still as bland as the previous room, from there had few doors, and all of them locked, save one. He quickly entered and shut the door with a small slam. Sliding down to the floor, he let out a gasp of relief, gratefully to be away from those three, for reasons Skye didn’t particularly understand.

[diamonds;;]

[[ accepted, thanks for making a guy. loves him <3 ]]

[Rayen]

{{ Ahh, well. I've got lots of muse, so whoever wants to can meet Anya C: }}

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Anya knitted her makeup-lined brows and gave the blank sheet of lined paper the evil eye. She tossed the pen aside furiously, startling Kalenka, and groaned something about inspirational block. It wasn't inspiration she was lacking, though. She remembered having some sort of fuzzy dreams while she was sedated, most probably caused by the anesthetics running on her system, and she believed they'd be a great theme for a short story, or even something longer, perhaps, if she happened to be in a great productive mood. She had rushed through the organization process, thankful to her father that she didn't have to decorate the room herself so she could sit down and write in peace for a couple of hours. But that hope vanished as soon as she picked up the pen. She strained to remember her dreams or hallucinations or whatever they were, with no outcome whatsoever. All she could see were foggy auras - smudges of bright pink, turquoise, grass green, all empty halos, like the world seen through smoky glass. As though she had turned her ability on and her regular vision off, she thought. The color globes shifted, changed colors and roamed about like leaves caught by the breeze, but the patterns seemed unreadable, incoherent. Anya shut her eyes tightly, trying to erase the lingering dreamlike visions from her drugged sleep. I think I was high on sedatives. This whole story is giving me a headache already.

She absentmindedly felt for the desk’s side drawer and opened it, somewhat surprised when nothing met her fingers, as opposed to the plastic packet of gummy bears she was expecting. With a reluctant sigh, she closed it again with a wistful glance at the metallic blue Oreo wrapper on the trash can. She had already devoured all of the cookies she had packed into her backpack, but she was still in need of sugar to fuel her brain. Guess I’m not at home anymore, she thought. This place is no home until I create a new stash of candy for desperate times. She got up and shook the Oreo crumbles off her sequined top, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand to ensure that there was no evidence of her guilty caloric feast, a habit she had earned from years of secretly eating candy and cookies without being caught by her father or by Yekaterina, the housekeeper. Tugging at her leather leggings to pull them back into place, she flicked her raven-black hair over her shoulder and looked around. She was pretty sure that Doctor 'I-see-your-cat’ had locked the door somehow, but she was also certain that they must have left her some way of unlocking it.

“Kalenka… What on Heaven’s name are you doing?” Anya swatted the cat’s outstretched paw away from a rectangular, plastic key card, similar to those used in hotels. “I could stay locked up in here forever if you destroy that, you know!” She swiped the card on the small reader beneath the door knob, and the door swung open as it showed a flickering green light. Anya shouldered her backpack, glancing over her shoulder towards Kalenka.

“Okay, girl. I’m out for some basic necessity shopping. While I’m away…” She cast a look at the curtains, noticing for the first time how much she actually liked them. “…well, try not to turn my room into a pile of rubble and cat poo, okay?” She walked outside, closing the door behind her with a click. Her sight case of paranoia made her unconsciously tap the card in her pocket, just to make sure she had it with her. She wasn’t sure whom to call if she got locked out of her room.

She realized it was the first time she saw the school itself. The corridor made her feel like she was in a hospital rather than at an institutional facility, with its bland colors and harsh tungsten lights. Anya wondered whether they were allowed to exit the school, and bit her lower lip, unsure of what to do. It was a bit stupid to turn round on her heels and head back for her room, but all the same she didn’t want to get on the school’s blacklist. At least not in her first day there. She wondered if there was anyone she could ask about the school’s rules, but then she remembered how she had been sedated to get there. She didn’t even know where she was. Given all the secrecy around this school, whoever that was in charge wasn’t likely to approve of their students going in and out of the compounds.

Feeling more than slightly annoyed but not any less craving for sugar, she decided there must be a cafeteria somewhere in there. She skipped down the stairs, for a moment imagining she was at home, preparing herself to assault the pantry, and she was filled with a bitter-tasting feeling. She never imagined she could miss her home so much. Especially her hidden stash of gummy bears.
As soon as she got down to the main hall, a space as bland as all the others inside that building but not as suffocating as the rest, she looked around, feeling lost and rather stupid for being just standing there like that. “Umm…” she muttered under her breath, even though she knew that nobody had a chance to hear her even if they were only one foot away from her. “Could anyone help the lost girl here, please?"

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[Numina]

(( Thank you!:) I'll just read through all the posts and start^^ ))

[kitten;]

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Charlotte narrowed her eyes at the scientist, trying to read his expression. She had assumed he wasn’t just a doctor, this being a school for mutants. They had said they would perform experiments… what was that supposed to mean? He wasn't being very nice, considering he had a bit of information on her father. With that smug smile on his face, he was dangling it over her head like bait. She sighed inwardly as he realized he was actually enjoying this. Confusing her and making her beg for information. A very rude thought went through her head, and she thought about voicing it, but she would most likely get punished. Mulling over what the idiotic scientist had said, Charlotte concluded that he wasn’t lying. There was no telltale giveaway on his face when he had said so, and it was probable, at least a bit. So, her father was in NYC, then...

A stab of pain seared through the back of her head, and Charlotte winced, muttering something incomprehensible about the sedative they had used. Her vision hadn't been foggy before but she could feel a headache coming on and everything was getting slightly off-balance and fuzzy, like somebody had adjusted the focus on a camera wrong and it wasn't on a level surface. Charlotte shook her head to clear away the madness that was seeping into her mind, and said, "How much sedative did you use? I'm already getting a headache..." She sat up, rubbing her temples to prove a point.

The doctor took a step back and straightened up, now not as awkwardly close as he had been before. "Yeah, sorry about that. We brought everything in your apartment that was yours...so there should be some Advil somewhere. Your dining room furniture and stuff that we couldn't fit has been put into storage for you to use when you graduate, which reminds me. You're going to be in massive debt when this is all said and done, and we don't do anything for financial aid. Well, not that I've heard of. Most of the kids come from a really wealthy background and they would easily be able to pay it off, but you're going to basically living off the streets once you're done here. One of the higher-ups said they might be able to help..." He shrugged, as if it didn't really matter. "Well, you'll just have to talk to them later. Your room key's somewhere in here…" Rummaging around in his pockets for a moment, he pulled out a keycard, something similar to what a hotel would use. “This is your keycard. Don't lose it or you'll be locked in your room for quite a while until we notice you're missing." He smirked, handing the card to Charlotte, who took it and analyzed it closely. It had her name printed on one side--her real name, not just the name she had adopted. Her old name. Eyes widening in shock, Charlotte looked up at the scientist and murmured, 'How could you...? How did you know?"

He shrugged. “The lackeys perform all kinds of background checks on you kids. They dug around, after finding almost nothing about you, and ta-da! Honestly, I don't know why they put your old name on there, but it is your legal name." Glancing at the golden Rolex around his wrist, which Charlotte had no doubt was real, he said, 'Well, I've been here for a long time. I should get back to my research..." Walking out of the room, he threw an amused glance at Charlotte before swiping his own keycard and opening the door, shutting it softly behind him.

Charlotte was about to tell him to wait, to ask about her father and the cat, but he was already gone and she didn't really feel like running after him in a gown. Sighing, Charlotte just wished she had interrupted him, anything to get more information. But for now, she would have to draw conclusions of her own. Reaching her hand out, Charlotte ignored the pain for now and stroked the cat, running her hand through its sleek black fur. He stretched lazily, burrowing closer to her, already purring like a Ferrari. She wondered why it liked her so much already—sure, her scent was probably similar to her father’s, considering she was his daughter, but they must’ve had a very tight bond for it to act this way. It probably got lost…poor thing. But Charlotte wouldn’t return it to her father, and she doubted she could anyway. This school was locked down tighter than a maximum security prison, and from the looks of the guards that had been tailing her, she couldn’t make a forceful escape.
Charlotte yawned and slid out of bed slowly, trying not to alarm the cat from its slumber. After she was out of bed, she got dressed into the clothes she had been wearing earlier, trying not to make too much noise to wake up the cat. After she was dressed, the gown discarded in a nearby trashcan, Charlotte searched through the boxes. Most of them were full of clothes, extra bedding, towels, and odds and ends from around the house. After searching through a few boxes, she found the one that contained her toiletries, and rummaged through the box, taking out the Advil container. Popping a few pills into her mouth, charlotte looked for any food, but found none. They probably had thrown it all out or donated it or something. Either way, she wouldn’t get to eat it.
Darn. And she had been saving part of a chocolate cake for tonight. She just couldn’t win, could she? Setting the Advil container on the nightstand, Charlotte felt her stomach grumble. She sighed, glancing over at the cat, who was now staring at her. Charlotte almost laughed at the confusion it his expression. What, he hadn’t heard a stomach growling before? He had probably thought it was some sort of animal. Rubbing the cat between its ears, she smiled as his face turned into a mask of pure content¸ his purring increasing. Gazing at the cat, Charlotte realized she didn’t even have even have a name for him yet. Gazing into his coat, Charlotte realized it looked strikingly similar to her hair, her hair that looked best at twilight. Smiling faintly, she murmured, “Twilight. That’s your new name, cat. From now on, until I have the courage to confront my father, I’ll call you Twilight. I don’t know what he called you, but you’ll just have to forget that name. You’re going to be stuck here for a while…”

She was interrupted by the grumbling of her hollow stomach. Twilight jumped, staring at the source of the noise like it was an evil demon. Laughing at his ignorance, Charlotte reached down to pet him once more, before realizing that he probably hadn't been fed in a long, long time. Looking closely, she could faintly see the outlines of Twilight's ribs etched into his stomach. How long had it been since he had a meal to eat? Deciding to satisfy both his hunger and her own, Charlotte grabbed her keycard from the nightstand and slid it across the sensor, earning a loud noise in response. Twilight jumped up, wrapping himself around Charlotte's legs once more, purring loudly. Perhaps he knew what was coming his way. Charlotte thought that he could at least guess. Smiling, she murmured, "You must be hungry, Twi. Come on, let's find the cafeteria. They have to have food somewhere."

The cat meowed in response, not really registering her words but the tone of her voice. He probably knew what food meant, anyway. Charlotte stepped out of the cat's circling body and walked down the hall, the door closing softly shut behind her, a black cat at her heels. She hadn't spotted any signs at all, maybe except for room numbers, as she made her way down the hall, and it was almost starting to worry her. How in the heck was she supposed to find the cafeteria with no map and no signs? Shrugging and muttering something angry to herself for the people who ran the school, Charlotte's pace increased, the cat compensating to remain right by her feet. She was starting to notice that it was getting tired already, and she hadn't even been out for five minutes. How long had he been a stray? Months? A year? Sighing, Charlotte hoped she would find the place where they kept the food soon enough. The cat must be starving, and not to mention her.

Charlotte kept fast walking until she almost slammed into a girl, standing around and looking very, very lost; as lost as Charlotte was. Twilight, thankfully, didn't crash into anything but meowed, weaving around Charlotte's heels and waiting for her to go looking for the food again. Reeling backwards, Charlotte took a couple steps back, rubbing her neck sheepishly. Smirking, she said, "Uh...sorry there. Didn't realize you were standing here...are you lost? Because if you aren't, it would be really nice of you to direct me to the food." She smiled broadly, her other personality coming on to this strange person. It always happened this way, but if she got to know them enough she would eventually change over to her regular self.

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