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age ;; fifteen
gender ;; male
location ;; the streets
power ;; psychometry
tagged ;; open

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xxxxxImran furrowed his eyebrows, sitting down on the curb and staring at the ground of the road for awhile before letting his gaze wander upwards. He hated America the moment he got here. But now, he was stuck here for good. He let out a hiss followed by a soft whine, him lowering his head to rest on his arms, which were draped over his knees. He messed with his fingers for awhile before finally standing, walking around some, tired of sitting still. His fingers twitched some and he let them rest atop a roadside trashbin, his eyes fluttering closed at the swamp of information that gathered in his mind, letting his hands pull away. Nothing too interesting in this part of town.
xxxxxxThere wasn't really much wiggle room to explore. They were all on a tight leash here, the dome making it impossible for anything to come in, and for anything to go out. Which infuriated Imran. He hated the thought of being confined. He didn't live in a house for no reason whatsoever, here. He couldn't stand the walls and roof, edging tall over him and threatening to cave in more and more each day until he was encased in nothingness. The young male involuntarily shuddered, him shaking his head to clear his thoughts as he walked down the sidewalk. His claustrophobia would be the death of him, he swore.
xxxxxxHe lowered his head, allowing his hair to fall in his face, not bothering to try and move it away from his eyes. What was the point? It wasn't like he was dressed to impress here anyways, what with his dirt stained dark grey shirt and once light khaki trousers. They were now a dark brown with black streaked all over it. His face more than likely sported soot or dirt, both a likely possibility. Living out on the streets was hard and nobody understood. He chewed on his nails for a bit, sliding onto a bench in an empty park. A slide was pulled up out of the ground, and the swings were tipped dramatically. It made his heart pang a bit when he saw it, him frowning and lowering his head away as he thought of the kids that had once played here. Now they didn't have time to play, what with what had happened. Poor kids couldn't even have a proper childhood. He forced himself to stop thinking like that, Imran shaking his head and rubbing his temples. His thoughts were slowly overwhelming himself, but he had nothing to help with his slowly forming headache. He could only hope it ended soon.
xxxxxxImran rolled his wrists and closed his eyes, running his hands over the brick walls as he cut down a thin alleyway. There was faded graffiti on the walls, even if it was scarce, it was there. Imran found the symbols of the once prominent gangs comforting. He'd probably sleep here tonight. There was a trash can close, which he could dig through if he got too hungry. But digging through trash cans was very ego and dignity reducing, so he only used it as a last resort, if he was absolutely starving. Otherwise he held off. The fifteen year old slid down the wall some and sat with his back against it, his head tipped back and his knees folded slightly in front of him, arms wrapped loosely around them, keeping them relatively close to his chest.

[kona.]

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tagged: drew, bucky
location: coates academy
feeling: eh
r. status: single - drew (?)
power: darkness manipulation
bars: three bar
ooc:
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amanda looked at drew questioningly, saying nothing about the box for the moment. she didn't know what was in it, but he seemed to really need or want it. maybe both. then someone else come up to them, what was his name? bucky? she wasn't paying enough attention. she glanced back at drew, smiling slightly. she crossed her arms again to ward of the chilly sea air, and still said nothing, when finally she decided to speak. "I don't know, drew... i mean.. i don't know if it's safe." she knew he'd be unhappy at her non-immediate yes, but she wanted to know what precautions to take first, and all the dangers involved. was it safe for her to go? maybe not. she looked around her, feeling nervous. "where'd you say the box was again, drew?" she asked quietly, feeling both wary and suspicious. but she had to trust him. he had said she could trust him, right? right. so maybe she should. she wasn't exactly sure, but her feelings were mixed up and confused, and they were getting in the way.

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

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With Kevin gone after the little girl he had taken to calling the demoness I was once again alone with Jessi, and my brain was still functioning at about five percent of its normal capacity, which was to say, it wasn’t. Kevin was right, I needed sleep, wanted sleep more than anything in the world right now. I just couldn’t bring myself to it, the nightmares weren’t worth it. A small thought flickered in the back of my mind, a memory of a time last year where Kevin too had been having nightmares. Granted his hadn’t had the same affect on him as mine did, but he had mentioned something. Something sleeping with another person and how it reduced or even made nightmares go away. At this point that sounded like the perfect idea, to fall asleep in someone’s arms and sleep a whole night through, but that was an impossibility now. Nobody could touch me anymore.

Walking silently with Jessi, the thoughts and wistful ideas filled my mind. But the brief spark of hope was short lived as I felt a hand brush momentarily against mine before pulling away again. I cringed slightly and pulled my own gloved hand away and shoved it roughly into the pocket of my black hoodie. As hard as I tried to pretend everything was okay, it was becoming more and more painfully obvious that I wasn’t. The slightest touch had nearly overwhelmed with emotion and the inside of my chest grew cold. And now, all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around the girl and sob into her shoulder. I hadn’t cried in years, but for the first time the urge struck me so strongly, that it nearly took my breath away and my steps faltered ever so slightly.

She had stopped, and it took me a moment to realize that we had finally reached the centre of town. She spoke something I didn’t catch, but I was aware of the shiny black SUV’s pulling up on the other side of the plaza and up the hill, more of a shimmer, but as a former student I knew the vehicles all too well. I was just vaguely surprised they had not yet run out of fuel for the cursed things. When my attention came back into focus Jessi was gone again, marching purposefully towards the vehicles. The woman was like a hurricane, I could hardly keep up with her in my catatonic state and so I hurried after her, and by hurried, stumbled over a rock and almost landed on my face before catching my balance and rushing to catch up with her. “Can I just kill him? It’ll make things go a lot faster I guarantee.” My tone was joking, but a voice in the back of my head wanted, no needed to kill him. Needed to feel the life force drain from his body and feel his soul shatter underneath my hands. I shook my head roughly. No, I didn’t need to, did I? “Well let’s go deal with him I guess.” My voice had gone cold and my mind had become a little more firmly grounded, but at this point I wasn’t sure that was good thing. With that said I picked up the pace, slightly, eyes narrowed and face set into a bitter scowl.

[Helmuth]

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: in charge!
tagged: kev, ad, jess, ky.
location: town.
occupation: skater.
power: vibes; three bar.
ooc: xx

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Armed and full of excitement ready to burst forth, the little Jamaican girl reached out to grab the door knob and yank it open when Kevon emerged. Although he was leery of her since that waxing act she had performed, now the brunette looked serious and caring. It had taken some time to convince Hannah-Nora that, while Kevon and his brother, Adam that oink-face, had deceived her by announcing that the guns and ammunition was gone, the thoughtful and understanding part of her -- although small -- could fathom that they didn't want her to get into any trouble.
Still, resistance strained in her heart between what she really wanted to do -- which was simply get rid of Drew's threats on her life and others -- and what she knew was the right thing to do... Which was to kill him quickly and put up all the carving knives she had found and carefully arranged beside her bed, just left of the Bible she read every night. And yes, she prayed. She prayed long and hard: "Oh, Lord, give me the strength to confront Kevon about his nasty body odor. Lead me on da correct path, so I can gut Drew and save da world. Amen."
It was as if there were truly two parts of her: one part that thrived to do good... and the other that didn't have the strength or dedication to. Hannah-Nora narrowed her brown eyes, specked with flicks of green and gold. "Mon," she warned, crossing her arms. "If Drew is in town, we gotta apprehend him or someting. He can't just goin' around walkin' like a free mon! He murder that poor boy, Micah! We're da police department. We gotta do someting!" Her lower lip quivered a little. The torment she felt storming in her mind pulsed throughout her, flushing her skin with rage. "I'm strowng, Kevon!" She snarled. "Ya don't tink so, but I am. I will tear him apat! I'll strangle him a little bit, mon, and den I gonna I'll pull out his teeny little throat. I'll make a spit and den I'll roast him over it!"
Preparing to ram him now, having been riled up far too long with far few targets to violently and repeatedly beat, she began hoofing the ground with her light-up Dora the Explorer shoes. Her nostrils flared a deep magenta, her mouth curled back in a growl, and she began chanting her teeth together. "I gonna eat ya!" She exclaimed, letting loose the beast within as she pounced. It was only when he quickly came up with an better explanation to putting off her plan, providing another, when she skittered to a stop and glared. "Are ya lying, mon!?" She walked up and, looking up at him, raised a cunning eyebrow. "I know when ya lying. You will first urinate ya pants involuntarily and den you will be begging for my mercy." She crossed her arms and looked off into the distance, as if she was a grave and steady George Washington posed and crossing the Delaware. "But because I am so merciful, I will show ya mercy. Not 'cause you pretty or anyting. In fact, ya is so darn ugly I tried to wax you! ... no, but I'll show mercy because... you're a pitiful sight." Disgraced with this utter failure of a team mate, she shook her head solemnly. "Ya make my eyes hurt. But dat is okay, 'cause when you tell me I can't do someting, I like a challenge. And eating."
She shrugged. "Alright! To da Coates Kids-- while Jessi and Pizza-Pop-Sinner are distracting dem, we'll fry da car batteries!" Hannah-Nora's face split into a massive grin. Whether or not this was a good thing on Kevin's behalf, it was at least a good attempt for saving the Town. With that, the girl let loose a moose-call and leaped out the door, her purple and red cape flapping behind her as she ran after the Town Leader and its Deputy.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

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

Anastasie hesitated at the thought of going up to the boy and introducing herself. He seemed so alone, and fragile... It seemed that if you so much as poked him, he would shatter into a million tiny pieces. Anastasie went up to him, anyways. Her parents always taught her to be sociable, even though she didn't like them, she still listened. "Hey, I am Anastasie, but just call me Ana. And you are?" Ana gently held out her hand, and looked at the boy, to her hand. All she was waiting for was a simple hand-shake, and an introduction.

Kyle snickered a bit. How could he just let Hannah-Nora recruit him like that? When Hannah suddenly handed him the rock, he realized how much Hannah really hated this guy. Kyle, involuntarily, dropped the rock in front of him. He patiently waited as Hannah talked to other people, and didn't bother to eavesdrop. When Hannah-Nora got back from talking, he grabbed on firmly to the empty carton of Muscle Milk. "Wh-What is this for? Also, I-I don't know where Drew lives..."

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location: the streets

feeling: un-amused

power: mnemokinesis

tagged: dylan french

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there was really no time to examine her self made damages until she had helped the boy from the ground. something inside remmi-lee thought that he would hesitate on taking her had, but he seemed to go straight for it. she couldnt say she was shocked, after all she had been the one to face on collide with him, that would not have been pleasant on his side, as it wasnt for her. s he was up straight, she looked at her hands to reveal the grazed palms she now had, but she shrugged it off and just wiped them against her pants to let any bits of dirt slide away.

her attention didnt seem to be on him as he spoke in a ruff voice. remmi were only half listening as she examined the damaged on her pants. each knee now had a tear upon them, the left side dragging down more, the girl tried to reassure herself that it could have been worse, but she were still pissed, even thought it were her own actions that caused the damage. "oh haha, your such a joker," she responded in sarcasm rolling her eyes as she caught the words of him being knocked of his feet.

dylan continued on to question why she had been running, the boy mentioned trouble. remmi-lee didnt want to say that she had no idea why she had been running, the confession of the bad habit didnt need to be relieved. "just some gang problems," she responded, which seemed to be the reason for all her running, making it more believable. remmi wanted to take the discussion away from why she were running, just so that she didnt let anything slip out about the lie she just presented. "why are you out here?" she questioned,"are you in trouble to?" she added in with tease.

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tagged: jared.
feeling: neutral, happy.
where: police station.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

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What used to be a pen was twirling about in my hand, the hollow object had become flexible, rubbery, stretchy and far too fun to play with. It kept me distracted for a long time, along with admiring my handy-work on the building. Yes, this was still by far my favourite toy, so many traps, twists and turns, the impossible had become possible, some doors no longer existed and yet other became portals that would land you somewhere in the building or right back outside again. There were false floors that look solid but dropped into deep, treacherous pits if you made the mistake of stepping on them. Some rooms and hallways went on for miles even though they should have only gone a few feet.

I was the only person who had the place completely internally mapped, although I had willingly shared my knowledge with Jared so as to prevent his untimely demise. I would miss him company after all if he fell into one of my traps. We should definitely keep prisoners here, I mused to myself twisting the rubber pen in my hands. Jared was the first to break the silence which surprised me. He had been so immersed in his puzzle I had half-expected him to be sucked right into it. “A private computer store, eh?” My tone was light and joking and a small laugh slipped through my lips. “Why there? As far as I know all of them are fried and don’t work, and I don’t think Kevin’ll willingly volunteer to become to electrical source for them.” I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. “But we can definitely go there next.”

To be honest I was amazed Jared had stuck by me at all the past month and hadn’t run off screaming in the other direction at my seemingly newfound level of twisted reality. I was grateful for his company, although a small part of me nagged at the back of mind. Telling me he would eventually have enough my new universe playthings, get sick of it, or scared and flee back to the companions who had seemed to have abandoned him. But he hadn’t yet, and I lived in the current moment than I did the future or present, so I revelled in his company while I had it. Leaning back casually on my chair of angry, stormy, and sometime flashing clouds I arched an eyebrow at the boy waiting for an answer.

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age;; seventeen
ability;; matter phasing
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ｊ
ared tried to hide his small smile at the mention of the computers and such being dead and set the sudoku puzzle book beside him on the floor. He folded his hand in his lap, finally letting his amusement show as he watched her sitting in her storm-chair. He had forgotten for a moment that they had only known each other for a month, that neither of them had really dug beneath the skin to discover the other. In truth, they were only strangers that had stuck together. He wondered for a moment what it would be like to really know her.

"Not dead," he said, "just without power. My mother was -- is -- always terrified of worse case scenario. She made me eat with only a spoon until I was thirteen because she thought I would miss my mouth and stab my own eyes out. The Y2K and 2012 scares terrified her. So we have generators coming out of our ears. Probably enough juice to power half the residential area of this town." He stood, brushing off a bit of debris from his jeans. "Besides, even if they were dead, while you've got your talents with reality warping, I can bring anything with a circuit board back to life."

His head hurt. All the planning, all the schematics, it was driving him more insane than Cassie ever could. But Jared was sure he had the plans ready, knowing everything he needed down to the last wire. His mind was strange like that; working so well with computers and so awkwardly with actual people. But this would work, he knew it would. He hoped, at least. Mostly, the plan was to defend the Townies against Drew's egotistical Hitler take-over, even though Jared himself wasn't entirely sold on the idea that Adam --- also from Coates --- could run the town better than Drew. Then again, Jessi was basically second-in-charge. Jared was sure that if Adam couldn't do things right, he would either be kicked out by Jessi or disappear mysteriously. She had kept secrets, serious secrets, but he knew that -- somehow -- he could trust her. He didn't want to care about it, but he had to. He was stuck in a dome with countless people, many of them young children. He might not be the bravest of people --- the jocks had proven that to him countless times --- but he did have a sense of right and wrong. Leaving Drew to start his own Hitler Youth was very south on his moral compass. Maybe doing this one thing could save at least one life.

"I've been planning something," he told Danny. "I need that store. And I need it to be invisible."

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卐 ➝ age sixteen
卐 ➝ mood bored, stuck
卐 ➝ where Cassie's house
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged his soul mate
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
卐 ➝ ooc I know that this is a terrible reply, I know.
I have no muse. I'm sorry D:
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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"I love the flute. It has a nice, sweet sound." He grinned. Since last month, he had been rather.. quiet. It was odd. He was almost shy. Of course, he still had his careless, stupid personality with his clumsy movements and mouth, but he was much more quiet. He needs to do something stupid again. Maybe zap himself in the face with an electric fly swatter or wear one of those shock collars and electrocute himself. Or he could light his finger on fire and flail around whilst setting aflame the curtains, or the walls. Or his hair. Most likely his own hair. Karsten winced at the thought, but held back a roaring laugh when imagining zapping himself on the dome. He'd save that thought for later.

Cassie assumed he was Christian, but he quickly corrected her. "Nah, I'm Jewish." He chuckled, referencing to the Star of David tattooed on his wrist. "I had this done in Germany." He subconsciously traced the lines of the star, and looked back up into Cassie's eyes. Such eyes. Much lovely. Her dog jumped off from the counter, and started circling the tall German boy, his ears twitching. He had a devilish look in his eyes, but yawned slowly and walked over to a near corner. He- what was this animal's name? Kottie?- plopped down and closed his eyes, drifting off to a measly sleep. He watched the dog's nostrils flared then calmed, his chest slowly rising and dipping. "I could tell. I see it in his evil, devilish, dark eyes." Karsten said this as a half-joke, but shifted uncomfortably. It reminded him of Bulleneisser, his beloved bullenbeisser. He was aggressive, yet darling, frightening, yet adorable. Karsten suddenly smelled the barn-ish odor in the house, which he hadn't paid attention to before. It reminded him of his little ranch he has. Or really, had. He had the feeling the horses were too freaked and ran off or were killed in the blowout. "The smell around us reminds me of my horses, or.. when I used to have horses. They ran off during the storm." This was mainly to himself, he didn't really expect Cassie or anyone to respond.

After a few minutes, Cassie seemed lost in space, thinking. Something drew her back to the conversation, but she seemed uneasy. She continued to scrub at the plates and bowls, but started talking.. with a lovely, though bubbly and scratchy, German accent. But sadly, her voice became a little deeper, and Karsten grimaced as she spoke, teasing him with his poor English and muttering has. It didn't sound right, anyways. He shrugged, raising an eyebrow and frowning. "Wow, you do not ha-..." He thought for a moment, for the right word. He had heard it several times before, but his mind went totally blank. "...has any relatives? No uncle, aunt, sister or brother? Huh. And you like the 70 too? I do not listen to it often, but I like the weird sounds and voice." And then Cassie threw the bomb at him. "Do you has any reletives?" He started stuttering and words flung out of his mouth, yet his grammar was perfect. Mostly. "Uhh, yup. Yes I do. I have a grandfather, grandmother, and great-grandfather in Germany. No aunts or uncles.. my parents live here. You know, before the fallout." Yes. He can't lie. He will say it. "Umm.. and I have a brother. He's older by seven and something minutes. Maybe you could meet him sometime.. I found him around a month ago." Then in an attempt to steer the conversation, "Hey, when was last time you at dome?"

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tagged: the demoness, kyle.
feeling: energetic.
where: town hall.
power: electricity manipulation.
bars: three.
crush: none.

── ｔｈｅＨＵＭＡＮｂａｔｔｅｒｙ ──

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A massive grin had split my face at the little girl’s antics. The way she marched around barking orders with absolute authority was hilarious and as she talked about getting Drew apprehended I stood at attention and raised my hand in salute. “Sir, yes sir! I’ll get Salem on it right away, Sir!” While I was only joking there was a small part of me that admitted Salem would probably be an excellent jailer. What, with the impossible things she created, she could probably create things that would drive anyone under he watch insane. Plus she seemed to have the justice complex going on the last time I had even seen her.

“Sir yes, Sir! You are strong, Sir! But you can’t eat me sir, I’m tough and stringy and I’ll give you indigestion!” She was ready to charge and I leapt to the side, holding my sweater like a matador. “Ole!” I tired to hold a straight face but I failed pitiful and broke down into hysterical fits of laughter until the girl calmed herself down, and then she was giving more orders and then tearing out the door. I took off after her, gesturing for Kyle to follow us if he wanted.

My long legs allowed me easily catch up to the little girl and soon I was jogging alongside her. “Now, I know Adam and Jessi are keeping them distracted, but what exactly is your plan Mizz Capone?” It seemed as though Coates had brought their entire armada of SUV’s and while I could still sabotage the power in the building, I would have to wait for another time to destroy their car batteries. “Salem is still at the police station with Jared and neither Adam nor Jessi will want us bugging them.” I was interested to see what she could come up with. Even if the kid was crazy, she was creative, and creative destruction was the best kind in my opinion. Therefore, I was going to let her do what she wanted, as long as it didn’t end up getting us killed that was. But know her, it would most likely end up in our painful and untimely demise.

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tagged: jared.
feeling: happy.
where: police station, town.
power: reality warping.
bars: three.
crush: jared(?)

── ｔｈｅＷＩＴＣＨｇｉｒｌ ──

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Jared explained everything to me, and I had to laugh as she mentioned how his mother was easily scared by things like the 2012 scare. My feet had fallen from the desk and kicked absently at a box underneath it. The box had long since been warped along with everything else in the building. While the space and contents inside hadn’t changed the outside was made of jell-o and the entire thing just looked like a massive juggling blob of it. Oh was it fun to play with. The contents inside mattered little to me, because as far as I was concerned it was just another box full of junk.

“Planning, eh?” I looked up from the jiggling green mass. “Consider that building yours and consider it gone,” I laughed bringing myself to my feet. I made my way across the room, grabbing Jared’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s be off like a herd of turtles then.” Getting out of the building was easy, a tiny janitors closest down the hall had a portal that lead outside. While all of my buildings were amazingly complex and difficult to navigate I was sure to keep an easy way out for myself. In this case it was a portal that looked like nothing more than a blank, dirty wall in a broom closest. Grabbing Jared’s hand yet again I pulled him through the portal, coming out back out into the weird false sunlight of the dome as the back of the building.

While I was curious about his plan, I was also not stupid enough to just go talking about in the open where any kind with a power like invisibility or the like could hear us, so I decided to settle on something…normal. “So, what was your life like before the FAYZ, Jared?” There general question, should be able to get a lot of conversation out of it, but it also seemed random and out of the blue. Oh well. I started off in the direction of the store Jared had told me about, abandoning the beautiful chaos behind me.