ｊｕｓｔ ａ ＦＡＹＺ - a gone-based roleplay

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
¿ʇuɐʇsıssɐ ɹǝH ˙ʎllɐɹǝʇı˥ ˙pǝɹɐǝddɐsıp ǝɥs 'sǝʎǝ sıɥ

ＫＡＲＳＴＥＮ ＬＥＷＥＮＨＡＲＴ

age seventeen
tagged Draken, soul mate
affiliation townie
where in center of town
crush Cassie
r. status single, crushing
religion Jewish
friends Cassie[?]
enemies xx
power psionic blast; high three bar
ooc? xx

[draken EnglishDraken GermanKarsten EnglishKarsten German

Ｉ ＬＯＶＥ ＹＯＵ,
ＤＥＡＬ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＴ.

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My body shuddered when she spoke. It wasn't even cold out, if anything, it was incredibly hot. My face was beaded with sweat, and I endlessly wiped my head with my arm. I did looked terrible, i would guess. My face was flushed, I felt it. But it was red as well. With humiliation. With the stress of Cassie being here. In front if me. Speaking to me. I wanted to reach out and hug her. But when she buried her face into my chest, I stiffened up. Maybe I didn't want that. Maybe.. maybe I did. I don't know. I wanted her to say something, anything. But I wanted complete silence. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. But my arms hesitated; they refused to move. It took a tremendous amount of will power to move my arms to her back, right behind her shoulders. I finally relaxed. I rested my head on hers. I don't know why. Maybe this was what I wanted. But, she said that name. She finally said it. She whispered it. Her voice cracked.

“I lost my friend today. Jessi. She’s gone.” She looked up at me with reddened, bloodshot eyes. My mouth quivered, though I didn't know why. I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to react. I didn't want to react. But I had to cover something up. I had to say something. My grasp tightened, but I didn't want it to. I heard Draken say something. But it wasn't really a something, it was a snort slash groan slash animalistic sound. I was staring into Cassie's eyes. I zoned out. My eyes went glassy. My vision was unfocused. I heard a gun clik behind me. But Draken didn't fire the gun. He was ready for anything to come at us. Or, for me to make a sudden move. I heard a thump in the van. Draken was patting out any broken glass in the seat. My leg muscles were spasming with pain.

Draken came into sight next to us. My vision began to focus back on Cassie. She knew it. She knew I did it. "You knew." My eyebrows rested into a detached frown. I shook my head. "No." She began to pull away, but I slid my hands to her lower arms. "Cassie, no. Nein. Nein!" My eyes burned with agitation. How could she know? No. I had to play it my way. This was a game. I had to play. I had to cheat. "I didn't know." Draken came to my defense, gently, but sternly, taking my shoulder and tugging me back, away from Cassie. I let her arm go. I stumbled off. "Uhh.. Cassie? Right?" Draken said in a straight tone. He needed no response, because he kept talking. "How DARE you accuse my brother of such a thing? Why? Why would you do that? It's not right. He didn't do a thing. All we've been doing these past days is fighting for our life and protecting ourselves. And you'd accuse Karsten, which means you're accusing me too, of murdering another fellow in the town? Not to mention a WOMAN?" I had to stop him from coming closer to Cassie. He had an animalistic fear in his voice, though. I was afraid she'd find out. But if so.. I didn't want to think such things.

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
¿ʇuɐʇsıssɐ ɹǝH ˙ʎllɐɹǝʇı˥ ˙pǝɹɐǝddɐsıp ǝɥs 'sǝʎǝ sıɥ
ǝuo ʇɐ ɯooɹ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ɹǝdɐd

ＡＶＩＳ ＴＨＯＲＮＩＡ

age fifteen
tagged Wynter, Dylan
affiliation student
where near Coates
crush Wynter
r. status single, crushing
religion xx
friends Wynter, maybe Dylan
enemies xx
power plant manipulation 3 bar
ooc? i am fantastic.

Quote color

ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＣＵＴＥ,
UＣＩ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ.

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I bit my lip when Wynter told me I needed to keep my powers in check. I poked him in the shoulder. "Don't you dare tell me that I need to keep them in check. I can't control them, okay? I think it's obvious that we're all stressed out and new to this stuff. I can't even keep grass alive when somebody talks to me." I motioned toward the pale green grass surrounding us, it fading slowly the farther from us. My hair suddenly turned frizzy as the ground around us sizzled. Literally. The ground was sizzling as the last of the moisture from the flood evaporated into the air. Then I had a thought. Fire, plants, and portal guy? Just call us the awesomeness group. I mean, it even sounded awesome. The awesomeness group. Awesome. I cleared my throat, blowing a strand of white hair out of my eye, tucking it back behind my ear. I shyly pushed my hands into my soggy pockets.

Then, Mr. Smexy started answering my questions. Fantastic timing, eh? "I suppose I'm a student. I go to Coates, but I to do not like this violence. I don't prefer either side, really. I would side toward the students, more likely. But, the townies are really, really nice. They're calmer, less.. insane." Wynter then continued to explain Adam's power. Adam, right? I was too distracted at his gorgeous eyes at the moment. Chills ran up my neck when he said that anyone in a curtain diameter would slowly die, in the least. I smiled as he explained how he could turn my "precious grass" into snow. He was surely kidding.. right? He wouldn't dare touch my grass. My vines were already brutally murdered, Wynter wasn't going to kill my grass. "Go right ahead, I'll just have my 'precious grass' grow above the snow." Then, he bent down, focused, and the land around us turned white, cold. Except for around Dylan. I started laughing, really, really hard, then jumped into the snow that was left.

"Ahhh, sweet, sweet air conditioning.." The air became more humid, but the coolness was even more suffocating. It was great. But, what wasn't great, was that I was acting like a totally lunatic. These two guys must've thought I was psychotic. But I wasn't! I was only a LITTLE sleep deprived and my social interaction was down in the dumps and to top it off, the heat was terrible. It was hot outside already but the heat coming off new guy made it unbearable. I was thankful my face wasn't melting off my bones. Then to make it worse, my makeup wore off my skin a few days ago and I haven't bothered to put it back on, so, a small pimple revealed itself on the left corner of my forehead. It didn't look too bad, and it was small enough to barely be noticed anyways. I rolled onto my back to let the cold ice melt onto my burning skin. "If this is the misfits club, then I'm in. The Misfits Club is great."

I sighed, sitting up. "And Dylan, seriously, I'm really sorry. I'm sleep deprived and socially crap. And you scared the living day lights out of me."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie

Ana waited until Ethan pulled back, not wanting to make this situation any more awkward than it already was. She gently smiled at him, looking into his coco-brown eyes. She shyly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and blushed after Ethan spoke. "I-I guess you should... ha," Ana laughed at herself slightly.
"Sorry for keeping you so long... I- I just don't know what came over me... You should get back to whomever it is you need to..." Ana stood up, grabbed Ethan's knife, grabbed her own machete, and handed Ethan his knife, handle toward him.
"Only use this in emergencies. Okay?" Ana looked at the knife as she spoke, then back at Ethan.

[ryan!]

Ethan

He gave a grim smile. But nodded and took the knife, pretending not to notice her blush. "Uh...You know what? I think..." he looked at his feet. Would he be betraying anyone by doing this? He frowned, slightly and looked back up into her sky-blue eyes. "I think maybe I could stay. In...this area for a little while longer. With you.." he didn't mean to add the last part, but it just came out. He did want to stay with her. He did want her to be safe. "I'm....part of the Townies...I guess you could say." He started to hold out his hand again, then pulled back, scratching the back of his neck. "But...I don't know. I guess you could say I am a Lone Rogue. Heh.." he blushed slightly, feeling the warmth fill his cheeks. He watched her for reaction.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie

Ana nodded, taking in what Ethan was saying. "You're a Townie...? Well... I am a Student... But, it would be fine with me, since you don't really support them! I have a bunch of extra rooms, so, that is good." Ana smiled tenderly, and threw her machete on the couch.
"Want me to show you around?" Ana looked around, playing a blueprint of the house in her mind.
"That is, if you want to stay..." Ana looked back at Ethan with wishful eyes. She really hated being alone, and Kyle was probably going to be out a lot more often, since he had the freedom to. It would be nice to have someone her age in her house. They could become good friends, and maybe unite the Townies and Students, maybe.
Ana's eyes filled with joy with the thoughts she had. She smiled, waiting for Ethan's response.

[ryan!]

Ethan

He smiled, more and more. "Sure" he said, eyes filled with happiness. He supported the Townies more than she probably thought, but he knew it was fine. No one cared about him enough to go out and look for him. "I...uhm.." he faded off, not sure if she would hear him. "I..nevermind." He knew a lot of people hate it when he did that, but he just didn't care. She probably didn't hear him anyway. He remembered back to the times in school, when he was ignored or pushed aside. Different times his mother had yelled at him. Remembering how he had watched his best friend kiss his crush of seven years. He just shook his head, blinking a bit rapidly. When he stopped, he worried the world would just fall over and turn black. But, he stayed still, holding himself steadily. Hoping Ana didn't notice, he blinked a few more times and returned like any regular person.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie

Ana cocked her head, waiting for Ethan to say what he was, but then he refused to tell. "You... You what...? You can tell me... Don't worry." Ana stepped a bit closer, trying to read his facial expression. She clasped her hands in front of her, and cocked her head, as Ethan seemed to be lost in space. "What's wrong? Getting dizzy? Maybe you should sit down, and then you can tell me what you were going to say while I get you some water. Okay?"
Ana walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a tall, glass cup. She then walked to her fridge, got ice from the dispenser, then getting water from the other dispenser. She then walked to Ethan, and set the cup down on a coaster, which was on a small table, beside the couch.

[tiredrobin]

intro
name • Robin O. Kaehn
nickname • Robby, not often
used
age • Fifteen
birth date • Oct. 28
gender • Non-binary
(they/them pronouns)
ability: Ghost limb

appearance
height • 5'6
weight • 134 lbs
hair • Jet black, down to top
of ears, unkempt
eyes • Dark grey-brown
typical clothing • Orange and white
stripped short sleeved shirt and
worn jeans, black and blue
running shoes and mismatched socks,
chest binder beneath shirt.

Robin is pretty average all around,
with some muscle from biking
daily and doing everything with
only one arm. They prefer short-
sleeved shirts or super huge
hoodies because both are pretty
darn cool in their opinion.

other
sexual orientation • Panromantic asexual
fears • The dark
favorites • Dragons, space
habits • Tapping fingers on flat
surfaces
physical disability • Lower half
of arm missing below elbow, was
amputated at age 7
ethnicity • Caucasian, deep tan
hometown • Idyllwild, CA
affiliation • Townie
language(s) • English, American Sign
Language


ghost limb
A sort of telekinetic power over
manifested energy that creates a
ghost-like limb where Robins arm
would be. 76% solid, and it has a
kind of magnetic field that allows
it to carry any metal items. You
don't want to be hit by it. A pain
to summon and maintain, but
useful in scrappy situations.

personality
Robin is a rather quiet individual. They don't often strike up conversation, usually keeping to themselves unless provoked or brought into conversations, thus giving off the air of shyness. It would be incorrect to assume so, though. Robin is just a bit of an introvert, and finds comfort in just listening rather then participating more than necessary.

When it comes to talking, Robin speaks in a low voice and hardly ever raises it. They're not hard to anger, though, especially if you mess with any of their friends, and they always find a way to get someone back (even if it means fighting right then and there).

One thing for sure; Robin despises inconveniencing others. If they can help it, they won't ask for assistance and will struggle in silence until they either do it themselves or give up. Accepting help for anything is tough because they don't want to seem helpless or be looked upon as weak or a nuisance. They're kind and helpful, but hold within silent jealousies they try not to let get in the way of their, or others, lives.

You can always trust Robin with a secret.

((Willing to change/add/remove any details if need be.
Apologies for the lack of prettiness, it's been a while since I've done this.))

[ryan!]

Ethan

He smiled a bit at her concern. He took a soft seat on the couch, smiling more as he thought of her. It was just a nice thought. When she got back and set the cup on the coffee table, Ethan knew he didn't need it. Not really. But he would drink it for her. He didn't like the thought of someone shrinking inside. He had the feeling a lot when people ignored his ideas and comments. He suddenly reached out a hand to hers, and pulled her down to the couch with him. With a smile, he tickled her, just a bit, laughing a little himself.

{Sorry! I am not really in good muse right now. I just need a bit to get more into the roleplay. Oh, and I am here and going to be here for as long as I am a teenager....soo..x3 maybe even longer. xD *Imagines Rose sitting at office table, sneaking onto Cs and As every once in a while to check her posts* teehee.}

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie

Ana was pulled down onto the couch by Ethan, and he was suddenly tickling her. She laughed, but not very hard, but Ana was normally not that ticklish. After he finished, she couldn't help but giggle a bit, still feeling traces of his fingers lingering on her hips. She turned to him, trying to be angry- and completely failing- and said, "What was that for!?" Ana playfully punched his arm, and tried- and again, failed- not to laugh. "I hate being tickled, and that is the first rule about me you need to know," she said, smirking. I wonder what other rules I should make... Ana thought to herself. But, she knew that even if she told Ethan, he still wouldn't listen.

{{I am okay with that! I am pretty low on muse, too. I can normally write more than this, but I just can't think of anything right now.
Also, I know what the Darko twins reaction would be. Wanna know? Too bad, you are going to find out, anyway.
When someone tickles Adam and/or Vlad: *Slowly turns head toward person, starring daggers into the person's soul.* "Don't. Touch. Me."
Am I right, or am I right? Huh, Grimzy? How 'bout it?}}

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝuo ʇɐ ɯooɹ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ɹǝdɐd

ＫＡＲＳＴＥＮ ＬＥＷＥＮＨＡＲＴ

age seventeen
tagged xx
affiliation townie
where somewhere on the edge of town
crush Cassie
r. status xx
religion Jewish
friends xx
enemies Jessi -Zombified xD-
power psionic blast; three bar
ooc? I AM BACK, PEEPS. KARSTEN SHALL SIT ON YOUR SOULS.

[draken EnglishDraken GermanKarsten EnglishKarsten German

Ｉ ＬＯＶＥ ＹＯＵ,
ＤＥＡＬ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＴ.

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Karsten crumbled. "Cassie, I.. I.." But she turned around. No goodbye. No raging outburst. No comically infused smart-aleck comment. Just.. walked away. Karsten almost yelled out to her, grasped her arm and pulled her back to him. But he didn't. He let her go. Little did he know that he'd never see her again, alive, anyway. Maybe he would. But he'd be different. Karsten would be.. gone. That Karsten, the live, incredibly romantic Karsten, would be gone. Replaced by the psychotic, broken Karsten. A Karsten that even Draken would be forced to leave. To defend himself from. But for now, Karsten was himself. Karsten was Karsten. Karsten would get over this. Air was forced out of his lungs, as if he'd been holding his breath the entire time but didn't want to let go. Right now, he wanted to leave the dome. He wanted the world to return to her regular, nonsupernatural self, and for him to not have Psionic Blast and for Cassie to be next to him and to bury himself in the ground for being so ashamed of himself for no reason. And, the worst of it all, he felt like he was pulled apart from his girl, again. It's Jessica Aaliyah Glass, all over again. "Draken.." Karsten said, slightly turning to his brother, looking into his crystal-blue eyes, the eyes that have always watched out for him. The eyes that Karsten's grown so ridiculously close to. Draken, for the first time Karsten's seen since finding him in the dome, his face softened. Maybe Draken knew something happened in Karsten. Maybe. They silently loaded in the van with the missing window. Cleared the seats of broken glass. And rode back into town.