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[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: 14
Crush: None
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: Wes; Hannah-Nora (Kyle)

Anastasie padded down the hallways of her house, barefoot. She knocked on the door of Kyle's room, and said through the door, "We need to go into town. Come out here as soon as you are dressed. I made breakfast, by the way."

Anastasie went back downstairs, and ate her breakfast quietly. It felt so weird without her parents there. Yes, she had been without them for a while now, but it still felt weird to sit and eat here alone.
Kyle came down a few moments later, and silently ate his breakfast. He had always been quiet, and Anastasie tried to carry on conversations with him, but he mostly avoided them. After Anastasie was done with her breakfast, she washed her dishes, and stuck them in the dishwasher, then Kyle gently put his in the sink, and Ana washed his as well. "We are not going to be gone for long, hopefully. If we are, I promise to make it up to you." Kyle simply nodded, and stood by the door, waiting for Ana to come with him.
They got into town, more prepared than they had the first day they came, and walked around. Ana was trying to get to know her way around, and she was trying to go in every building she could. She told Kyle to go off and do whatever that wasn't bad, or wouldn't hurt or get him in trouble. He just ran, and Ana didn't even know where he wanted to go, but she let him go wherever it was.
Ana herself stopped in front of a building named, "The Pink House." She knew nothing about it, or its purpose, but she knew it was important. Ana saw a boy there, too, just stopped in front of it. Ana smiled and waved at him, as she marveled at the large, beautiful building.

It turns out that Kyle went over to Hannah-Nora, and just kind of stood there all awkwardly and shy-like. "H-Hi..." Kyle finally managed to get the words out of his mouth. He had his hands behind his back, his foot digging into the ground, and he was looking down.

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卐 ➝ mood bored
卐 ➝ where Cassie's house
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged his soul mate
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc xx
卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
Karsten English
Karsten German
Mars
Draken English
Draken German
Unison Karsten & Draken

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Karsten grinned, taking a dish from her hands after she had rinsed it off, and continued to dry the fragile glass. This was funny. Why in the world would Cassie trust him with glass? Slick, smooth glass? Wet glass? Come ON. And to mention glass plates. Cups he was better with, bowls he was somewhat fine to hold, but plates? Might as well just dump all of your priceless china out onto the floor right now.

Reaching over to put the plate onto a rack, it slipped form his hands, making him act like a clown just to retrieve it without having it shatter to the floor; fumbling around, throwing his arms all over the place. It plainly landed back into the sink without a scratch. "It is your fault. You are the one who trusted me with glass in first place." He joked, carefully picking it back up and putting his entire body into it just to put the plate into the cabinet.

He looked down at Cassie, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the dog. He blinked a few times. People have said the dog's mouths are cleaner than humans, but I'm pretty sure humans don't relieve themselves and lick the same place. He shook his head in disbelief. As Cassie was finishing up the dishes, she asked him about his favorite bands. She mentioned some names that he'd never heard of, and his eye twitched. "Um.." He thought for a moment. When was the last time he had even listened to music? He shuffled around, shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a blue iPod nano. And showed it to her. "I'm sure it still works. See?" He attempted to turn it on, and sure enough, it's screen lit up.

He scrolled through more than a hundred songs, and started naming off the singers and bands. "They mostly Jewish and Christian. I don't trust any other.." Karsten scrolled to the top. "Uhhh.. anberlin, Joshua Aaron, Michael W. Smith.. Sharon Wilbur. I like both female and male singers. Mathew Parker, Paul Wilbur, more anberlin.. aaaaand.. that's all of them." He shrugged, and started playing an anberlin song. "But these are only the American singers I like. I have other German bands." He shrugged. "Have you heard of anberlin? They a rock-Christian band. This song is called 'The Resistance'. They appeal to both Christians and non alike." He was about to start telling her the history of anberlin, but in reality, he knew that both didn't really want to hear it. He turned down the volume on the little device. "What kind of music are you interested in? I like rock, dubstep and electro. Oh, and the 70s. Yeah.. I know. Odd for a German, I guess." Karsten fluffed up his hair and turned off the screen, the song still playing. He felt a slight tinge of guilt go through him. "Do you has any sibling?" Ugh. His English was terrible. Even he had started to notice it. He would rather speak in German, it was much easier and it wasn't new. English was just a hassle. So many different meanings on words that had the same spelling or words that sounded the same as others but weren't the same.

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tagged: jessi.
feeling: vacant, exhausted, hollow.
where: town hall.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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These past few weeks had dragged by, each day filled with trivial tasks and situations I didn’t understand. I had become the town leader of sorts, without even knowing it. I had the suspicion that my brother may have started it, but I didn’t know for sure. All I did know was that people had been coming to me with their problems, expecting me to solve all the little menial things going on in their lives at the moment. “Oh Adam, we need more people to help look after the children.” “Adam we need a place to bury bodies.” “Adam, I broke my arm is Jessi around?” “Adam my baby sister won’t eat her food, what should I do?” Adam this, and Adam that was what my life had seemed to become. Ever since getting my power I’d been exhausted, as though the ability to destroy a person’s life force was slowly draining mine away and all this new weight on my shoulders wasn’t helping.

Most days even by noon I was almost too tired to function, spending so much of my time helping people with their problems and solving disputes. Although I never said it I was grateful to have Jessi by my side this past month, her company at least kept me sane, and she was a hell of a lot smarter than I. I still didn’t know much about the girl, but I was comfortable around her and she could usually entice a smile from me once or twice a day. The events of that day with the coyotes had blurred past me. After sinking to my knees I had gone into a catatonic state before the exertion had knocked me unconscious. The only thing I remembered before blacking out was Jessi healing my wounds and telling me I’d be alright.

I could a few things were bothering her, perhaps it was the strained if not broken friendship between herself and her best friends or maybe she was just weighted down by the burdens of being a leader. For a moment I was thankful that I had such relationships to worry about. The only one that had ever existed was the one between Kevin and me and that relationship was still going strong, if not stronger than ever before. After the events of that day I had decided to tell Kevin everything, about my power, about the boys I had killed, about the psychotic thoughts running rampant through my mind and the nightmares that plagued my sleep. Yes, ever since that day sleep had become scarce for me, exhausted as I was I had come to the point where I was afraid to go to sleep. Whenever I did I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and more often than not screaming. The FAYZ had successfully shattered almost everything I thought I knew about myself and I no longer knew who I was or what I was even doing, only that I was going through the motions without feeling or truly paying attention.

At the present moment I was laying on a couch in the town hall, staring vacantly at the ceiling, lost in thought and fighting the fatigue that tugged at my edges. The night before had been yet another nightmare episode and I’d woken shivering and afraid. I had asked everyone to leave my house to me alone, for several reasons but waking up in the middle of the night screaming was the main one. I didn’t want anybody to see it, didn’t want the pitying glances or people worrying about me. For now most of the people seemed to be in their own places anyways. Cass was staying at her house with the German kid. Mia was staying at that huge house of hers. Jared was spending all of his time with a peculiar girl named Salem, and I had Kevin keeping Hannah-Nora out of my hair. For a moment I wondered if Jessi knew about the nightmares, if she did she hadn’t said anything. I just hoped she didn’t.

A loud cackle of laughter punched me out of my reverie and I jerked back to reality. That was right. Jessi was in the room, healing some child’s broken leg. His words went undetected by my ears and I turned back to the ceiling again, starting to drift before Jessi’s voice pulled me back down again. “A problem.” I repeated absently, taking a few minutes to register what she had said. I twisted myself into a sitting position, planting my combat booted feet firmly on the ground. “What kind of problem?”

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ｂｕｃｋｙ，-----------------tags ;; uh, drew, amanda etc... mood ;; unsure location ;; the school occ ;; "the box" c;

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xoxoxo Bucky continued to pad away until he heard a boy's voice ring out in a sharp, needy tone. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then stopped abruptly. The eyes of the others beating down on his back made him feel uncomfortable and out of place. Something wasn't right here, something bad was about to happen he could feel it. He turned on his heel to meet the guy face to face and that was exactly what he did. They came at the least a few feet away from each other. "Now why does it seem like you're trying to control me? Cause' only I can control be and I don't remember looking that ugly" His tone was defiant and mainly provocative. Bucky raised both of his dark brown eyebrows in question, somewhat in a mocking way. "I don't take commands from you or any of your friends, because I don't have a clue who any of you are and I don't trust people who I don't know." He offered a rash grin and then watched as he told a chick whom he assumed to be the main guys girlfriend to go get a box from the sheriff's office. A smile full of curiosity came upon him. "What's in the box?"

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✦--introduction

name; Dylan French
nickname; Dylan
age; Sixteen
gender; Male
orientation;
heterosexual
D.O.B.; February 2nd
power; control fire
rank/gang; townies

✦--appearance

hair; wavy, short
hair color; a light
brown
eye color; dark
brown
height; 5.6'
weight; 145 lbs
muscle tone; little
muscle

✦--status

friends; tbh
enemies; tbh
crush; tbh
siblings; --
crush; tbh

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Dylan French, the smart,
but kind of jerk, kid down
that lived down the street.
An internet geek some may
say, but now, he is a monster.
A freak of nature. He has been
granted the power of controlling
a flame. But he can only control
one when he is near it. Dylan can't
just conjure one up, or pull one out
of his sleeve.
Dylan, like I said, is smart but a jerk
towards some. He is curious as well
and this curiosity has gotten him
into trouble in the past. But he
tries his best to contain it.
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{{ Beatus invited me here, and I would love to join if that is alright. c: I hope this is enough information. I can add more if needed.

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❤ ➻ age seventeen
❤ ➻ mood 'afraid', 'terrified'
❤ ➻ where town
❤ ➻ power will denomination, always in use
❤ ➻ tagged jessi, kev, quinn, cass, adam, han-nora?
❤ ➻ affiliation student
❤ ➻ ooc Lorelei is simply going insane, right?
No, she isn't, just so you guys know xD
THE QUEEN HAS NO VOICE.
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Hel flipped her hair back, pushing her blonde locks out of her eyes, and fluttered her eyelashes. She gazed outward, and a shy demeanor passed over her, but she was not shy. She played that she was. She sniffed a tear back, glancing down at the scarlet, and let one salty drop disturb the puddle. She breathed in deeply, brushing off the odd looks from passerby's. Sighing, Hel looked around. Why was nobody around? Everyone cleared out of the center of town. Wow. Okay, then Hel will just move on and head over to Coates. Her eyes darted back and forth as she twisted her fingers through her golden locks, and she walked along until she heard some ruckus nearby. And some strange accent. What was it? African or something? She had no idea. She had only met a girl from Africa once, but that was what.. when she was six or seven years old? Jeesh, the girl sounded like sort of cannibal, talking about hairy legs and how delicious they were looking. Nice. She smirked, and sped her pace towards the deranged voice. Hel almost started cracking up into a ball of amusement when she heard the same little girl cry out "KEVON!" Which was clearly a guy's name. The little group came into view behind some trees, and Hel ducked and walked up cautiously in order to catch a glimpse of the little black girl and a teen. Actually, it was three guys. She shuddered, and devilish grin slapped across her face. When the little girl growled out something about marriage, Hel had to cover her mouth in order to not let out a howl of laughter. That wasn't going to happen, not on her watch at least. She shook one of the tree's branches, and popped her head up in plain sight to the large group. She batted her eyelashes, though just blinking, and slithered around the tree and in front of everyone, her face red and eyes all teary, and crouched low and shaking terribly. She frantically looked back in the direction of town and as an innocent passerby started walking past them, she jumped back and silently started pointing.

[It is for a post for Hanna-Nora, hopefully ;)]

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power;; to control fire
age;; sixteen
mood;; kind of scared
crush;; ???
friends with;; ???
location;; on the streets.
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o c c ;; yes!! finished the coding.
welp....kind of lost
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xxxxxxxxxNumbers. Numbers never disappear. They never leave the world like the parents and elderly did. They stayed there in the minds of kids, and on the chalk boards of empty school rooms. Numbers are all around, and forever will be there for you. Dylan walked down the child filled street thinking only of that, numbers. Ever since he was a young lad, numbers have been apart of his life. His mother and father would always tell him to count or to add numbers if he was scared. Numbers seemed to always soothe them and it might soothe him as well. For granted, their three year old son could only count up to seven, but it still comforted him. When things went bump in the night, numbers were there to save the day. When he got lost at a supermarket, numbers were there to calm him down. But now, not even numbers could help him through this pickle he was in.
xxxxxxxxxDylan's feet dragged across the cement as he walked down the street. Occasionally they slipped up from a pot hole or two that seemed to appear out of no where. But he regained his balance and continued on walking. Where he was going, he had no idea. He just needed the air, which he took in big gulps. What if the air disappeared soon like the adults did? Quickly he shook that thought a way and moved to numbers.
xxxxxxxxx Sixty multiplied by twenty, divided by two, plus forty three equals... he thought to himself as the numbers scrambled together. Suddenly, like a light bulb turning on in a dark room, the answer came to him. six hundred forty three. It was an easy equation and didn't seem to help him at all. His mind then went to another. Two thousand sixty, multiplied by seventy five, divided by two, multiplied by thirty equals... two million three hundred seventy thousand five hundred one.
xxxxxxxxx His brow furrowed and he stopped. Dylan's fingers reached up and pushed his glassed back onto the bridge of his nose. That answer didn't seem right. It should've been an even number. Did he do the calculations right? How did he mess this on up. Quickly he redid the math in his head and came out with the same answer. Frustration boiled inside him and he kicked at the side walk. Why wasn't he getting the right number?! His teeth gritted together and he gave up on the problem. Slowly his hands moved into the pockets in his holey old blue jeans, to pull out a lighter. His thumb slipped up to the top of the lighter where there was a switch of some sort. Quickly he pushed on it causing a flame to appear. His eyes transfixed on the flame as it danced in the air. He bit his lip and thought about maybe making the flame bigger, but decided to not do so and blew it out.
xxxxxxxxx Let's head to town...maybe there is something interesting there. he thought to himself. Or maybe there is a book or movie you can steal that might calm yourself. And so he made his way from the child crowded streets of his neighborhood, down to the town.

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ｂｕｃｋｙ，-----------------tags ;; uh, drew, amanda etc... mood ;; unsure location ;; the school occ ;; yo

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xoxoxo Bucky narrowed his eyes into slits as this guy kept a close eye on him. It was very unsettling, something was weird about him, something different. He grasped Drew's hand and shook it and then let go. Drew's "crew" looked good enough for himself, but there was something very suspicious about it. They all gave off a strange atmosphere and aurora. Some of them looked like good people, most tied around their leaders finger. That wasn't the life for him, he'd rather be free and in danger all the time more the less of being a pet to Drew.

xoxoxoHe scoffed lightly about his answer about the box, puffing out a spurt of laughter through his nose. "Just curious." Bucky added with a shrug of his shoulders. He shifted at ease on his feet, his hands now free from his pockets just in case Drew tried something. He didn't even know Drew's power until he started tossing a stone around behind him. "Now wait just a minute." His lips pressed together in though for just a few mere moments, then he continued to speak. "First of all, I don't even know who your are. Second of all, stop with the stone." Bucky flicked his hand and the stone fell away on to the asphalt. Augmentation was a good power to have even if you didn't know the other's power. He almost completely took away Drew's power but, somehow Drew remained somewhat in power but, it dialed it down a lot. "And last but not least, how do you know my name?" ...

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name ;; romulus poulios
nicknames ;; none
gender ;; male
age ;; seventeen
birthday ;; november 2nd
hometown ;; athens, greece
nationality ;; greek

main trait ;; hot-headed
rarest trait ;; patient
+ traits ;; loyal, trust-
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- traits ;; opinionated,
harsh, judgmental

height ;; 6'2"
weight ;; 162 lbs
hair color ;; black
eye color ;; gray-blue

allies ;; to be added
enemies ;; to be added
family ;; just his parents
orientation ;; straight
crush ;; to be added
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xxxthe power to change ones memory and
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xxxthe girl is devious and twisted, her moves
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xxxuntrustworthy. running away.

✶ - - - ❝ meeting one ❞

name: remmi-lee cortez
nickname: rem, remmi
age: sixteen and a half
gender: female
birth date: april ninth
birth place: new zealand
affiliation: townie

✶ - - - ❝ seeing one ❞

weight: 115 pounds
height: 5 foot 3
hair: dark blonde
eyes: snake green
skin: dark tanned
build: petite

✶ - - - ❝ knowing one ❞

impression: runner
positive: instinctive
negative: untrustworthy
habits: //
power: mnemokinesis

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a mood that can change with a snap
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samuals. a wondrous mind that is
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