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just making this clear to everyone- the students and townies attend different schools, but that doesn't necessarily mean your character has to be in school at this moment. they can be ditching, attending, whatever. have fun everyone! uvu

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mood: disgusted, amused
tagged: drew, mars, marjorie
location: coates
affiliation: students

ooc: it's almost midnight so i'll post
for quinn tomorrow~
also, i made a chat thread, so if anyone has any questions, wants to sort
out relationships between characters, etc- there you go uvu

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Scarlet pinched a piece of limp lettuce between her two forefingers, a look of distaste curling her lip. She barely glanced up at Drew as he sat down, then immediately tapped the edge of the glass on his tray with her index finger. "Is that diet?" The redhead enquired, before taking the glass anyway and downing half of it. Her own carbonated drink was warm, and, frankly, disgusting. Honestly, her parents were paying enough money for her to board at this school, they should at least serve food that was edible. Hearing Drew address the other girl at the table, Scarlet's eyes flicked up and over. Marjorie seemed... interesting, to say the least. New enough. Scarlet, who prided herself in being head of the school rumour mill, hadn't learned much about her. Drew seemed very interested in her, which was hilarious. Scarlet knew what he was playing at- two years being his sidekick had made her good at reading him- and she tried to figure out the most cutting way to tell him that him trying to annoy her wasn't working. Like, at all. Most of the time, Scarlet didn't have nerves for people to get on. She placed the glass back on the tray and smiled blithely at Drew's henchmen, Mars. Now, him- she adored annoying him. It was positively her favourite pastime. She pushed the dark red tray of barely eaten food away from her, and instead started tapping away at her phone, ignoring everyone at the table.

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[ just letting you guys know that i won't have the chance to post for the next few days, sorry everyone. ]

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location: coates academy;; mood: watchful;; tagged: drew crew;; post: one;; ooc: none.

DAYLIGHT HAD DAWNED, STREAKING ACROSS THE SKY HOURS AGO. Now Jess Marsden McCotty, better known as Mars, was entering a massive cafeteria filled with kids of all ages spilling across the floors with his ally, Drew. Chatter rose, echoing and bouncing against the polished floor and man high windows that enveloped the atmosphere. It was a normal cluster; the same white noise Mars had experienced for three years now, lodged at Coates Academy for the Troubled. Florida was definitely not what Scotland, a musty land of rolling hills and the constant cloud cover had been like. Only the familiar scent of sea salt swept across the land reminded Mars that he was still alive.
After his morning routine of sit ups and pushups, he had dressed in what every other male student wore. A white shirt, formally presented with a dark suited jacket. He had gone without the gold-and-red striped tie, jacket open, and neatly parted his dark hair, askew, from one side, leaving the fiery streaks caressing the side of his eye.
Today was supposed to be any other day in Coates. He would go through all of his classes. He would be the left-hand-man for Drew and continue to scare the other kids into doing things they, the Trio of Coates, needed to be done. It was almost like St. Claire’s, an institution in Canada he had been transferred to after leaving Scotland: all except the kids here were behaved, allowed outside time and butter knives, and nobody was half as mad as he was.
He walked in slowly, as cautious as wolf in land it might overturn, and surveyed the periphery for a moment. Everybody was into their own little routine. A screech escaped the mouth of a little girl, a new one, who saw Mars. His dark irises flickered to see her eyes, bugged, waiting for him. Mars looked toward the table where the Drew headed off. He went, got a plate, was served, and went to sit in the Drew Crew.

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location: outside;; mood: depressed;; tagged: no one;; post: one;; ooc: none.

MICAH JUDD HAD BOUGHT A PLANE TICKET AND PLANNED TO LEAVE THAT DAY. It hadn’t really been a surprise to him when he had found himself at the air port the day before. He had believed his time had been coming for a long, long time. He would go home to Chicago and there, he decided he would stay until the darkness crept back over him and he would not be able to take it any longer. The thing was, you couldn’t just run from the past. It stayed with you, like the shadow that lingered at your back.
He sat down at the coffee table, bending over to tie his sneakers. A stray cat he had unofficially adopted a few days ago hesitantly jumped up on the arm of his chair. He glanced at his, coldly. “I’m not going to be here anymore, scrawny.” He said dully. He stared ahead. Dark memories of duration in his life time flooded his mind, forcing him to see the grotesque tilt of his mother’s neck. That was not how a normal human being’s head was supposed to be positioned. His father, limp, lying across the floor. Nana, in the rocker. Blood soaking into its fabric. Micah stood, blinking away those faint memories.
He grabbed the keys to his ’68 Camaro and shoved them into the pockets of his sweater. He glanced at the cat before scooping it up as well and, outside, putting the cat down and locking the door behind him. Out in the parking lot, he put the keys in the ignition, turned them, and the car rumbled to life. He put it in drive and started out.

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location: her house;; mood: irritated;; tagged: no one;; post: one;; ooc: none.

"YEAH? YOU WATCH IT, BUDDY! I’ll kick your furry little butt to the moon and back before you know what happened, and then, when you peel off from the crater your big ugly face created, you can glide through outer space and suffocate with the sleepy awe that I—Lady Capone—won the game.” Hannah-Nora Ewa was sitting in front of her television, controller in her miniature hands, glowering at the screen. They had tried to kill her off. Like a bloody nutcracker they would! It had been an unfair move, incorporated by this foolish machine to try and torment children like her to the ends of the world. She ground her teeth.
How the media thought that children were stupid! Pff! They were crazy! And Hannah-Nora, an 11 year old Jamaican-Indian girl who still believed she would grow up to be a mighty president and bring war to all the countries, decipher the meaning to life, and steal the original Mona Lisa, was still not tamed to life in America. They believed that she had to be in a particular group (group number one) to be normal: suburban or rural; pretty or ugly; atheists or godly men; white or black. And Hannah-Nora wasn’t either of these groups. Despite her being saved by the Catholic Church, Hannah-Nora was still as wild as the wind. She would not succumb to life. She owned life! She would rule the world! How people didn’t believe her! Ha! She would show them!
She sat back, guzzling her Pepsi a moment. Then carefully wiped her lip and narrowed her eyes at the screen. It went fuzzy a moment, and she reveled in the idea that it was her super natural being there that made it die. Ha. She would make everything die then! But it sputtered back to life and her hopes sank. Perhaps later in life she would realize that that sputter had nothing to do with her super natural powers: but rather, an unspeakable phenomenon about to become.

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location: her house;; mood: normal;; tagged: jessi;; post: one;; ooc: none.

“TACO TUESDAY, PEOPLE! It’s September 16th, and we are here live with Peggy Pogo and Shaye Pingpong!”
Cassidy Preston, professionally identified by Youtube viewers as Shaye Pingpong and acknowledged by her family and friends as Cassy, had been up all night documenting on her channel—talking about random things: jobs; moving out; fictional boyfriends. She had brought in her alter ego, Darcy, who wore a blue mustache and never spoke. In truth, it had been Dylan O’Brien and a few Andy Sixx videos that ignited the lustful taste for comedy within. But after watching numerous videos and movies, she had come to terms that acting wasn’t about if your name or facts. It was about becoming the character and leaving you, the actor, behind. It wasn’t about pretending to be: it was about literally being. That was what made Mel Gibson and Jodie Foster professionals at their jobs.
After starting out, she had come close to another Youtuber, a Russian girl happened to move to Florida. They started another channel together and within days, had more than 21,000 views. Not that anybody in their small town knew who they were. Cassy lived twenty-one miles outside of town with her ex-marine father and her mother. Her mother worked, her father home-schooled Cassy.
Today, on Tuesdays, Jessi and Cassy routinely got together—despite Jessi’s adoptive parents will that she would not be spending time with a rowdy, obnoxious girl like Cassy—and documented the Taco Tuesday. That day, all around the world, fans would also participate in Taco Tuesday. It was a race: who could eat the biggest taco the fastest. Wednesday was Dancing Day, so they could burn off the extra calories. They were sitting Cassy’s living room, just beginning to roll their tortillas up. “These are going to be amazing,” she mumbled, licking her finger clean of sour cream.

[Mystic Starsong]

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Maia Stevens – Student – Growing/Controlling Plants – Location: Local High School

Maia relaxed into the back seat of the black SUV, a pair of worn gardening gloves sitting beside her. She had already loosened her tie and pulled off her blazer, leaving it discarded on the seat next to her as she rolled up her sleeves. Morning classes were horrible, and she simply hadn’t felt like attending afternoon ones as well. It hadn’t been hard to find one of the school drivers willing to take her to town, for the right price of course. Her parents obviously still felt bad about forcing her to attend this school, sending lots of money every month to “help make the transition easier”.

Thinking back, she remembered how easy it had been to use the money to `convince` the local high school’s Principal to give her free reign in their greenhouse. It was old and had been rarely used anyways, the forgotten plants inside withered and dead. She had spent two weeks of her free time cleaning the place up; scrubbing the glass, sweeping the floor, and restocking the attached shed with supplies. Since then she had filled the greenhouse with all sorts of plants, having many sent from her home back in Sequim, and even gotten a few new expensive ones shipped from overseas. Taking care of the plants was becoming easier and easier over time, and she had to do less and less to keep them in perfect condition. As long as she visited regularly they rarely needed water, the flowers never wilted, and growing plants from seeds took days rather than the weeks typically needed.

The SUV stopped, jolting her out of her thoughts as the engine died. “We’re here.” The driver said, glancing back at his passenger. He had parked them in the back lot, closest to the greenhouse. “Great. I’ll just be a few hours. I’ll give you another hundred to wait here for me.” Maia said, waiting to get out until the driver nodded. Holding her gloves in one hand, she slid out, hearing the driver crank up the radio as she slammed the door shut. It was a short walk past the high school’s commons to get to the greenhouse. There were quite a few students going into the commons, obviously lunch time, but no one seemed to notice her.

Unlocking the greenhouse, she left the door open for once, opening up a few of the windows as well to get some fresh air. The inside was a riot of color, blooming flowers scattered across the tables that rimmed the greenhouse. Her workbench at the far end held a couple of delicate bonsai trees she had recently gotten. She set down her gloves and tied her hair back in a high ponytail, walking around the edge of the greenhouse to check on each of her plants one by one.

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name;; marjorie moreau
age;; seventeen
allegiance;; student
power;; none
tags;; drew crew, sterling

ooc;; i'll finish jared's form
before making a post for him

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Marjorie gazed around the large cafeteria, taking in the scene with a calm, yet intrigued glint in her eyes. She fingered the edge of her skirt, wrapping a loosening thread around her pinky, while listening quietly to the various snippets of conversation and the various sounds of the other students eating. The school was quite similar to the academy she had been attending not two weeks ago. Except the skirts were three inches shorter, grazing her mid-thigh, showing a few prominent scars she wished she could cover. But, then again, if she was a part of the Drew Crew now, as fear-ridden the student body --- even some of the teachers were wary of him not to her surprise --- Marjorie knew she wouldn't have a problem in dealing with any issues that nosy students created.

She looked up to the other side of the table at a flash of the black and white uniform everybody wore. Now that everybody was present, she studied the others at the table, getting a perfect view of each from her seat at the very end. Scarlet, the redhead who overtly believed she was Drew's second-in-command, busied herself with observing her disdainful meal. She alternated between ignoring Marjorie and giving her a look that, as clear as day to her, showed her distaste was stronger for Marjorie than for her food. The henchman, Mars, was a dark and brooding character that she found immensely intriguing. Intuitively the fact that she suspected him of having some form of mental disorder was the reason, however. And then there was Drew, who's cocky, power hungry, and egotistical attitude had always drawn her attention. His reasoning for this entire scheme was still beyond her, though she planned to find out as soon as humanly possible. What reason could Drew Henderson have for wanting Marjorie so near?

She barely smirked at his question, obviously doing his best to act like he wasn't thoroughly interested to hear about her day spent infiltrating his little gang. She faintly raised her cup of water in a mock toast before taking a small drink. "Perfectly," she answered, stealing a furtive glance at Scarlet. She barely winked at him. "You'll be getting my thanks for everything once we're alone."

[GrayStar51]

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ms. sterling silver // student // metal manipulation // tags; drew crew

Sterling only gave an agitated smirk to Drew. god, she hated him. "Don't tease, Drew. It's not very becoming." She said, her usual cold tone. She had a certain cold, reserved elegance to her. Sterling was many things, but rash was not one of them. She was steady, always constant. "There are many things you are rubbing all over me, including your horrid cologne all over my arm, but your intellect is not one of them. And really, darling, with such a lacking, you really should keep as much intellect that you do have to yourself." Sterling slapped back at him, taking a loud, crunching bite into her apple. Sterling grazed her dark eyes across the table as Drew spoke further. When he addressed her again, she turned back to his attention, batting away his words with a blink of her mascara draped eyes. "No, Drew. You must be confusing me for Scarlet. I want only one thing; trouble. You seem to have no shortage of that."

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avery tare // townie // controls emotions with touch // tags; rose

Avery, being the perfectly imperfect klutz he was, fell out of his chair in fright when the girl slammed her plastic lunch tray on the table next to him. Startled, he wasn't much for surprises. "Could you slam you lunch tray a little louder in someone's...." He paused, finally looking up. He had been expecting some big computer nerd or a sports jock idiot to have come sitting next to him. He usually had that sort of company. But nope, on the one day he wasn't expecting, a pretty girl with long black hair and enchanting deep eyes was looking rather confused at him, sprawled on the cafeteria floor. "Eh, sorry about that." He said, realizing how graceful he must look now. Let's just fall out of a chair, scared to death by a lunch tray, and start being mean to a pretty girl. Great way to start the day, Avery.

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Mars sat back, chewing slowly and thoughtfully on a piece of toast as he watched everything unravel. The toast was dry and horridly bland in his mouth, as if he had wadded up paper and began to chew. He wiped the crumbs from his palms, just as a shriek erupted in his eyes. He whirled, staring at the same little girl. It was then when he heard it: the silence. Mr. Baker had been humming. The teenagers in the second table over had been chattering up a storm. Everything was dead silent. A soup spoon dropped from mid air where Ms. Donovan had been ladling split pea; like anybody liked it.
His dark eyes gleamed in the flickering lighting. Then he looked back at Drew, faintly smiling. "I'll be seeing you around," He said, standing up. He put an hand against Drew's shoulder, making a point of doing so to ensure he wouldn't be gone long. What villan could survive without his henchman? All of these thoughts whirled as Mars tugged the tie from his neck and he walked out.

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Landscape passed by his attention no more than a fly in a room full of people. It was out on the highway, the vast and empty space clear; lone birds swooped in and out over head. Micah glanced in the rear view mirror, staring at the lonesome sign TOWN TWENTY MILES. Maybe… maybe there was still life left in his eyes. Maybe somebody would come along, help. Maybe—
It was then when he saw it. In the distance, a plane crumbling nose first in mid air. He staring at it, staring it so long that he wasn’t aware he had been veering off until the Camaro slammed into the barrier.

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The timer went off. Cassy had been able to stuff herself with enough of the grande taco to kill two grown men, yet her enduring tolerance week after week, her stomach stretching and growing small again, had been able to win out. She was down to her last bite when the timer buzzed; signifying that she had indeed beat the last week’s record, and Jessi’s amount. Oh, good times.
She laughed, her mouth full, so it came out garbled and disgusting. Grease from the taco meat ran down her chin and she stopped it up with a rag laid out on the coffee table. She swallowed, it hard first, but then finally going down.
“Whew,” she said, sitting back. She patted a hand against her protruding stomach. “And that, my friends,” she said, looking into the camera. “Is how Shaye Pingpong and Peggy Pogo down a few tacos. To my lovers, my friends!” She blew kisses at the camera and then turned to Jessi.
“How was that?” She asked, reaching over to nudge the other girl when the door opened and closed. Cassy froze, seeing her father and his red beard, lean against the wall, arms crossed, and raising an angry eyebrow at her. Then Jessi’s parents walked in.
“C’mon, Daddy-O.” She said, slinging an arm around Jessi, to her friend’s parents’ dismay. “We’re just hanging out.”
“You’re not supposed to do this, Cassy.” She knew she wasn’t, but who cared? They were famous and now fat! She opened her mouth, ready for the world’s biggest argument with her sass, when all three adults disappeared. On live, recorded camera.

[GrayStar51]

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Sterling gave a fake, exaggerated look of excitement. "Are you serious? I really get to come with you, invited and all? I'll have to write about this in my diary." She said, standing to go with him. As much as she didn't like Drew, he had some pretty good ideas which usually ended up with them getting kicked out of school for a week. In her excitement, she had unsheathed her newest secret. In the past few weeks, Sterling had lived up to her name by forming strange silver nails. Scratch that, not nails, claws. Triangular in shape, slightly curved at the tip. They had peeked from her fingertips while she wasn't watching. As soon as she had noticed her little slip up, she retracted her claws before Drew could see them. He would surely find out any way, or send Mars to interrogate her. At least for now, she could keep her new claws her own little secret.

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Maia Stevens – Student – Growing/Controlling Plants – Location: Local High School

Maia glanced up as a figure darkened the doorway of the greenhouse. It was the principal of the school. Obviously one of the teachers had noticed her and reported it. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” He asked, frowning at her as she moved from plant to plant. “Yes, but that isn’t an issue, is it?” She asked, her voice going cold as she stared at the man. He was middle aged and pudgy, with an awkward comb-over that didn’t really hide his receding hairline. All in all, he was a repulsive, greedy man who was constantly trying to get more money from her.

“Look, I’ve already given you extra money this month, so can you please get out of here before you break something.” She said, tensing as he touched one of her plants. Ignoring her, he tugged on one of the vines of beans she had covering a lattice. “I said stop that!” She growled, moving to smack his hand away. Her hand was in motion, but somehow it hit the lattice instead. Surprised, she swore and cradled her hand, looking around in confusion. He was gone. He hadn’t walked away, hadn’t left the greenhouse, he was just… Gone.

“What the ****?” Walking over to the door, she looked around. She saw plenty of student still in the cafeteria, but she could hear car alarms in the distance. Hurrying past the commons, she headed back to the parking lot. The black SUV was still there, radio still turned up and doors unlocked. She opened the door and slid behind the wheel, turning the SUV off and pulling out the keys. Grabbing her blazer, she locked up the SUV before walking back towards the commons.

Maia slipped through the doors of the cafeteria. Spotting someone she recognized, she hurried over. “Hey Rose, we gotta talk. The adults are gone. I mean all of them. I was talking with the Principal and he just…. Disappeared. My driver also poofed.” She said, talking as fast as she could while staying quiet. She barely spared a glance for the guy she was with. “Something big is going down.”

[GrayStar51]

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avery tare // townie // controls emotions with touch // tags; rose

Avery seated himself back on his chair, looking at her. She was indeed a sight, but that's what kept him looking. He then realized her was staring at her like she was some sort of science experiment from biology class. He looked away, a little flustered. "I'm Avery, by the way, in case you didn't know. Who are you? I haven't seen you around, but that might just be because I'm obliviously not the most observant or alert guy here..." He trailed, trying to make conversation and perhaps a little social practice for himself. He was interupted by her sudden clamor. His brown eyes looked around, seeing spaces previousily taken by teachers and staff, even some upperclassmen, empty. People were just gone, all at once. He remained calm, but her jumpy behavior made him want to calm her. He rested his hand on her back briefly, his touch light and apprehensive. He focused his energy on her being calm. "Hey, It's alright. It's ok." He said, easing her fear. His powers were new, but he knew the effect he had on people. He had been practicing with his dog, he knew what he was doing.