Seaside Heights || Fantasy || Semi/Literate .:. OPEN ||

[Light.The.Lamp]

Nika smiled, pulling her long red hair into a ponytall as she walked onto the beach. The warm white sand sinking between her toes. Ajusting the yellow knee lenght dress she had on, she walked towards the waters edge the waves rolling up over her toes and splashing onto her ankles. Looking back at the beach, she watched as someone walk closer to were she was standing, for they were too far away from her to actually see. Who everthey were she guessed they were coming to get the sweatshirt and notebook Nika had walked by as she made her way to the water.

Oscar pulled on a light blue collard polo shirt, going nicely with the pair of blue jeans he already had on. Running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, he smiled, stepping over the shoes that lay by the door, and walked out into the small grassy yard he had and towards the beach. Spotting Logan on the way there he smiled and called over to him. "Logan!" he chuckled. "Why are you running like you stole something!" he joked.

[иιиjα]

Piper frowned, quickening her pace to a brisk jog when she saw someone standing near where she left her things. Unfortunately, she still couldn't see her sketchbook or hoodie very well, so she had to keep jogging. Otherwise she would've just brought them to her with her mind and be done with it. Note to self, she thought as she ran. Keep working on telekinesis so this doesn't happen again.

She had a strange habit of making a mental list of things she needed to do. Even stranger, she was able to remember them. Not that she ever really got around to doing anything, but she remembered her various goals. When she finally got within a yard of her things, and they were visible enough, she used her telekinesis to bring them the rest of the way. She reached out and grabbed them, shrugging her hoodie on and tucking her sketchbook under her arm.

[Nautica]

Reese picked a leaf off of a nearby bush as she walked past it. She ripped it in half, then ripped along each of its veins slowly until it was in perfect strips in her palm. She opened her hand and let the sultry sea breeze blow the pieces behind her. As she approached the building, she wondered if anyone would mind her talking off for a little...run. Her feet ached and her neck stung right where it met her collar bone, which was the tell tale sign that she needed to shift soon. Glancing over her shoulder at the small figures on the beach, and then looking up the hill to Seaside Heights, she decided they couldn't blame her for a little hillside climbing. She quickly shifted, effortlessly, as if she were just changing clothes and bolted up the side of the hill, ridding her body of all the pent up energy, all the twisting anxiety of being in a strange place, all the strange tension from not shifting as often as she used to. It felt unbelievably good to let go again. It felt so familiar. She wished, as she often did, that she could just stay as a cheetah for the rest of her life. No more strange people that don't make sense, and no more people that discriminate and call her 'different'. She was herself when she was a cheetah. All Reese and none of the weird things the world wanted her to be. She scaled the hill, staying as well out of sight as a 6 foot cheetah can. With all of this, she made just a slight rustle in the growth, but she was working on getting to the point where she was completely silent.

[Popcorns]

~Logan~
I stopped as soon as my feet realized that i didn't want to run. I turned my head to where the sorce of the voice was, it was Oscar. It took me a second to realize he had said something since my blood was still pouding in my ears. "Huh? Oh yeah. I don't know, just feeling like running you know." I called out and shrugged as I walked towards the blonde. I ran one hand over my black hair, smoothing the strands of hair that the wind had whipped up. As I closed the distance between us my hands returned to my sides.

.::Kylee::.
I welcomed the warmth of the sun that shadowed Seaside Heights. My hair flowed over my shoulders, covering my slightly pale skin. That was the only thing that made me look like a vampire, the slight different skin color. As I neared the beach that covered the lowar part of town, I pushed my Gucci sunglasses up so that they rested on top of my head. They were a spendy one, the glasses. Gucci was my favorite glass brand, but it wasn't like I collected them. Just they I considered what covered my eyes. They were worth it through, all 197 dollors. They were my baby. I loved 'em.
Standing with my back to the sun, I slipped off the flip-flops and walked through the sand, enjoying the tiny particules shifted through my toes. My warm brown eyes blinked as the ball in the sky slowly shifted it's self moving to my right.

[иιиjα]

{{OOC: Bump.

Kinda stuck until Я люблю тебя ♥ posts. May make another character...}}

[Light.The.Lamp]

((i'm here!!!))

Oscar chuckled slightly. "Of course, I know!" he smiled. "So were you heading to, I was thinking maybe a little trip to the beach, try and fin something to do on this island you know?" he asked slightly turning towards the sea. The path was only a bit longer, with a nice veiw of the ocean from were they stood. He spotted a few other people on the beach, and shrugged turning back to Logan.

Nika had turned her attention back to the waves, not noticing that Piper had already moved the book and shirt way from were they had been placed only moments ago. Instead when she turned her gase back around she noted that Kylee was just heading onto the beach. She stood wondering if she should say something, or if she should keep to herself.

[иιиjα]

Piper rolled her eyes dramatically, letting out an annoyed huff of breath. Fine, don't acknowledge me, she thought bitterly. She flipped her hood up over her head, only her purple streak visible, a bright disruption among the dark shadow of her hood. She stood there for a moment, flipping through her sketch book to make sure nothing was missing or had been messed with. Everything was fine. Thank God. She looked over at the other girl, deciding whether to say something. Then she realized that she didn't even know the girl's name. Her frown deepened as she tried to think. She hadn't really made the effort to learn everyone's names.

Something with an M? Or maybe it was N? Nicole? Meghan? Mi...kayla? Oh, whatever. I don't know. Might as well just ask her. And so she did. Piper strolled forward, knowing that she would regret this later on. She wasn't usually much of a 'social butterfly'. But oh well. It was never too late to start, was it?? "Hey," she said, trying to think of what to say next. Then she decided she might as well be blunt. "I don't remember your name, or if we've ever even met before. But I'm Piper. And you are..??"

[Light.The.Lamp]

Nika turned towards Piper, hearing a voice. "Hey!" she smiled back. "Yeah I think we did.. like a while ago so it's fine!" she nodded. "I'm Nika, nice to meet you again!" she nodded. Oh Nika wasn't good at starting or getting conversations started, but she tried her best. "So Piper, were are you from? Like origanaly?" she asked turning towards the girl. "Oh and a compleatly random statement! I love your hair!" Nika giggled, her toes digging into the sand a bit more before she had to slowly pull them out of the wet sand that covered them.

[Geronimo.]

Username: Kat Shadow
Full Name: Kat Mya Sabbath Shadow
Nickname: Kat, Kattiee
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Abnormality: She is part human-part dragon.
History: She became part dragon as she was a small experiment, when scientist tried to create a dragon. The scientists mixed the elements that you use to create fire with reptilian and bat DNA (Fire breathing, strength, scaley armour and wings), and inserted this into a human embro (Size and inteligence). Kat grew up in a normal home, but was constantly monitered by scientists in different rooms, under the guise of them being family. When she discoved the abilities or abnormality she had, and the scientists secret, she ran and found Seaside hights.
Looks: Like this, but with the wings and scales like this dragon.
Scales are: on her arms, where a short sleeved top is, a few on her cheeks, some down her legs and all over her back.
Personality:
Kat’s personality greatly depends on who she’s with, and what they happen to be speaking about. If she is with friends, or at the least someone she has been hanging with for a couple of days, she’ll be fairly friendly, and participate in conversation. If she is with someone she hates, she’ll either be very rude, or ignore them. People she regards with suspicion are normally ignored also.
She has a very bad temper and can get into heated arguments with anyone, especially over food. She is irritable and rude, with a selfish streak as well. She is skilled in street fighting and uses that to her advantage in fights with others.
She believes in looking after “number one”, but will help those in need with a rare tenderness and protect them with her life. Kindness is reached by close friendship, and love is rare than anything. She’s brave, and will never let you down, but a stubborn streak makes her never back down.
She’s a lost soul really, and needs someone to look out for her, emotion wise.
Likes:
Junk food
Music
Poetry
Reading
Drawing
Films
Flying
And her powers.
Dislikes:
Cows and Spiders
Tomatoes and Mushrooms
Twilight
And being a supernatural
Other: I've finished!

((May I be accepted please?))

[иιиjα]

{{OOC: Sorry, didn't see you had finished your form. I apologize.
And yes, you're accepted.
Very unique abnormality, by the way. It's definately nothing I've seen before.}}

Knew this was a bad idea, Piper thought, annoyed. She'd never really been a fan of the super bubbly, random girls. But she was determined to stick it out, and not let her displeasure show on her face. She was, after all, an expert on conealing her emotions. She internalized everything. Hid it well, and expressed it in drawing. So instead of walking away, she kept the conversation going by responding. "Nika. Right. Got it."

Self-conciously, she ran her fingers through her streak, fingering the purple strands. "Thanks. My dad was never really too thrilled with it, but I like it." She chewed her lip, remembering the day when she had come home with her purple streak. Not fun. "And I'm from Pennsylvania, originally. I lived down near Scranton, in the Northeast. How about you??"

Piper crossed her arms, letting her sketch book drop, but not hit the ground. She held it in the air, inches from her fingers. Then she decided that it could be considered showing off, so she lowered it to the ground. She held on for a moment longer, closing her eyes to see if she could keep it up without seeing it. When she opened her eyes, it had fallen to the sand. She frowned, then her expression returned to her usual, unemotional look.