Introduction
~An original roleplay. If you have any ideas to advance the plot, or to give it some twists, post in OOC or message me :) All ideas and suggestions welcomed and appreciated~
What if you could erase a person's memory with a simple touch? Or manipulate a person's senses? Or sway their emotions? What if you had power over the mind? Now, you do. You didn't know about your abilities at first, but then strange things started to happen around you... accidents happened, but you had a feeling something larger was going on. Something that had to do with you. These strange occurrences, these accidents, somehow, they were your fault. Some of you start to experiment to see what you can do, to try and understand it, but things don't always go so well, and you're found out.
Tracers (pretty much soldier-like bounty hunters) come after you, and you're forced to flee. You're a freak who shouldn't exist; a danger to society, they say. Really, though, they're just scared of you. You keep running, trying to find others like you, because you figure they're the only ones who would accept you, and that maybe, just maybe, you'll find someone who can teach you how to control your abilities.
After travelling from place to place for a while and hiding out, you hear through the grape vine that there's a place you can go. A place where you can be safe. They call it Arzura: The Illusion Academy, though it isn't actually a school. It's more like a living facility and training camp bundled into one, though there are some normal classes... not many, though. Overall, it's a place where the tracers can't follow you, a place where you don't have to keep running, a place where you can be safe with others like yourself. Or is that all just an illusion as well? You head for the Academy, thinking the offer too good to be true, but it's the only place you can go right now, the only hope you have, so you go. And that's where your story begins.
Abilities:
• (2 players so far) Eraser: Has the ability to erase a person's memories. Usually they can only erase themselves from someone else's mind, but if they are very strong or talented, can do much more. It's an ability that can be hard to control.
• (3 players so far) Illusionist: Has ability to manipulate one or more of the five senses (ultimately all five). It takes lots of practice and mental training to be able to maintain sensory illusions. This ability requires more concentration than any of the others and is difficult to master.
• (2 players so far) Manipulator: Has the ability to manipulate a person's emotions or emotional drive. Their own emotions can easily affect someone else, and manipulators can sense or read other's emotions. This ability can be overwhelming for the inexperienced user and can be difficult to get under control.
• (2 players so far) Whisperer: Has the ability to place thoughts or ideas into someone's head. It's kind of like telepathy because the whisperer is literally whispering a thought or idea directly into someone's mind. More skilled users don't have to verbalize anything and can work completely from the mind, but inexperienced users have to verbalize the thoughts or ideas. They're great at persuading. The ability is easy to control (after a little practice), but can be difficult to master.
• (3 players so far) Listener: Has the ability to read thoughts and see memories. Listening to thoughts is simple, kind of like you're just listening to someone talk, but seeing memories is a little more complicated. When viewing memories, the experience of the person becomes your experience as well (you're seeing it through their eyes). Many inexperienced users would say the sensation is like getting swept up into a tidal wave, but much more experienced users would say they've learned to take control of the wave and "surf". This ability is very hard to control.
((There are ways to block people from touching your mind, or pushing them out of you mind, usually by imagining and picturing images in your mind such as a white curtain, brick wall, or hands forcing them out.))
((When someone tries to touch your mind or you try to touch theirs, there is a tingling feeling at the back of your neck/base of your skull. Sometimes can be unaware of the sensation.))
CS:
Full Name:
Nickname: (not required)
Age: (15 to 19)
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Appearance: (if you want to give a description, that's fine, but please accompany it with an image)
Ability: (abilities are listed above)
Personality: (doesn't have to be extensive, just the basics. Characters develop inside an RP, after all)
History: (can be as basic or as in-depth as you like, but no "he has no memories" or crap like that)
Extra: (any little extras about your character, for example, any little quirks or habits they have)
Rules:
What if you could erase a person's memory with a simple touch? Or manipulate a person's senses? Or sway their emotions? What if you had power over the mind? Now, you do. You didn't know about your abilities at first, but then strange things started to happen around you... accidents happened, but you had a feeling something larger was going on. Something that had to do with you. These strange occurrences, these accidents, somehow, they were your fault. Some of you start to experiment to see what you can do, to try and understand it, but things don't always go so well, and you're found out.
Tracers (pretty much soldier-like bounty hunters) come after you, and you're forced to flee. You're a freak who shouldn't exist; a danger to society, they say. Really, though, they're just scared of you. You keep running, trying to find others like you, because you figure they're the only ones who would accept you, and that maybe, just maybe, you'll find someone who can teach you how to control your abilities.
After travelling from place to place for a while and hiding out, you hear through the grape vine that there's a place you can go. A place where you can be safe. They call it Arzura: The Illusion Academy, though it isn't actually a school. It's more like a living facility and training camp bundled into one, though there are some normal classes... not many, though. Overall, it's a place where the tracers can't follow you, a place where you don't have to keep running, a place where you can be safe with others like yourself. Or is that all just an illusion as well? You head for the Academy, thinking the offer too good to be true, but it's the only place you can go right now, the only hope you have, so you go. And that's where your story begins.
Abilities:
• (2 players so far) Eraser: Has the ability to erase a person's memories. Usually they can only erase themselves from someone else's mind, but if they are very strong or talented, can do much more. It's an ability that can be hard to control.
• (3 players so far) Illusionist: Has ability to manipulate one or more of the five senses (ultimately all five). It takes lots of practice and mental training to be able to maintain sensory illusions. This ability requires more concentration than any of the others and is difficult to master.
• (2 players so far) Manipulator: Has the ability to manipulate a person's emotions or emotional drive. Their own emotions can easily affect someone else, and manipulators can sense or read other's emotions. This ability can be overwhelming for the inexperienced user and can be difficult to get under control.
• (2 players so far) Whisperer: Has the ability to place thoughts or ideas into someone's head. It's kind of like telepathy because the whisperer is literally whispering a thought or idea directly into someone's mind. More skilled users don't have to verbalize anything and can work completely from the mind, but inexperienced users have to verbalize the thoughts or ideas. They're great at persuading. The ability is easy to control (after a little practice), but can be difficult to master.
• (3 players so far) Listener: Has the ability to read thoughts and see memories. Listening to thoughts is simple, kind of like you're just listening to someone talk, but seeing memories is a little more complicated. When viewing memories, the experience of the person becomes your experience as well (you're seeing it through their eyes). Many inexperienced users would say the sensation is like getting swept up into a tidal wave, but much more experienced users would say they've learned to take control of the wave and "surf". This ability is very hard to control.
((There are ways to block people from touching your mind, or pushing them out of you mind, usually by imagining and picturing images in your mind such as a white curtain, brick wall, or hands forcing them out.))
((When someone tries to touch your mind or you try to touch theirs, there is a tingling feeling at the back of your neck/base of your skull. Sometimes can be unaware of the sensation.))
CS:
Full Name:
Nickname: (not required)
Age: (15 to 19)
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Appearance: (if you want to give a description, that's fine, but please accompany it with an image)
Ability: (abilities are listed above)
Personality: (doesn't have to be extensive, just the basics. Characters develop inside an RP, after all)
History: (can be as basic or as in-depth as you like, but no "he has no memories" or crap like that)
Extra: (any little extras about your character, for example, any little quirks or habits they have)
Rules:
- No godplay
- Cursing is okay, but limit it.
- Romance is fine, but don't get extremely graphic.
- Don't kill someone else's character without permission.
- You can't automatically touch another character's mind. For example "I laid a hand on her arm, trying to touch her mind with my own," instead of, "I laid a hand on her arm, touching her mind with my own."
- You can't block every attempt someone makes at touching your character's mind. You can block some, but not all. For example, every now and then write, "As his hand rested on my arm, I felt a familiar chilling, tingly sensation at the back of my neck. My eyes widened. He was trying to touch my mind. I tried to picture a white curtain closing to form a barrier between us, to shield my mind from him, but I was too slow, too edgy, and the image fell apart as his touch reached me," rather than always blocking them with something like, "As his hand rested on my arm, I felt a familiar chilling, tingly sensation at the back of my neck. My eyes widened. He was trying to touch my mind. I tried to picture a white curtain closing to form a barrier between us, to shield my mind from him. It snapped shut. I focused on strengthening the image, leaving no holes for him to slip through." Both, however are acceptable replies, just don't block too much!
- Have good grammar when a character is not speaking or thinking.
- Write at least 3 to 5 sentences in every reply. Other than that, your replies can be as long as you want them to be :)
- Don't disappear. Please inform me through OOC or private message if you have to take time off from the RP or are quitting. Don't worry, I'll understand (college student, here).
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Alexis Rose
I stood in the corner of a large room, looking out at all of the others. They were all people like me, people with abilities that no humans should have. Well, that's why they call us freaks, I guess.
Nervously, I tugged on the sleeves of my jacket, a little uncomfortable being close to a bunch of other people. I was just lucky none had gotten close enough to touch me, not that they'd want to get close if their abilities were anything like my own.
I avoided looking directly at anyone's eyes because it seemed that sometimes I could hear thoughts that way without having to touch them, and that just made things more difficult. Avoid physical touch, avoid the eyes. Yeah... Was this really Arzura? I'd thought that once I got here, I'd feel safe and wouldn't have to be so careful, but now that I'm here, surrounded by others like me, it just felt... Really uncomfortable to me.
I scanned the room again. It was large and elegant looking, with simple but nice furnishings... A nice chair here and there, a couch, a coffee table, all set in a simple arrangement along the walls, though only a few people were making use of them. Really not the kind of room a lower middle class kid was used to.
We were supposed to be welcomed by the owner, at least that's what that woman who found me staring at the place and led me here had told me, but he hadn't shown up at all yet. I was starting to wonder if this was all some kind of trap that had been set up for us. Some hoax to gather together all of the idiot freaks who would believe it. Yeah, they'd catch us all in one go, and then take us all to the government "camps" where you'd never be seen or heard from again. Arzura? A place where they were safe from the government tracers? It was almost laughable to think about. Almost.
I shook my head, clearing away my thoughts. Even if this was a trap, it's not like I could run away from it now. Besides, I was getting tired of running. Whatever happens, happens, I guess.
I stood in the corner of a large room, looking out at all of the others. They were all people like me, people with abilities that no humans should have. Well, that's why they call us freaks, I guess.
Nervously, I tugged on the sleeves of my jacket, a little uncomfortable being close to a bunch of other people. I was just lucky none had gotten close enough to touch me, not that they'd want to get close if their abilities were anything like my own.
I avoided looking directly at anyone's eyes because it seemed that sometimes I could hear thoughts that way without having to touch them, and that just made things more difficult. Avoid physical touch, avoid the eyes. Yeah... Was this really Arzura? I'd thought that once I got here, I'd feel safe and wouldn't have to be so careful, but now that I'm here, surrounded by others like me, it just felt... Really uncomfortable to me.
I scanned the room again. It was large and elegant looking, with simple but nice furnishings... A nice chair here and there, a couch, a coffee table, all set in a simple arrangement along the walls, though only a few people were making use of them. Really not the kind of room a lower middle class kid was used to.
We were supposed to be welcomed by the owner, at least that's what that woman who found me staring at the place and led me here had told me, but he hadn't shown up at all yet. I was starting to wonder if this was all some kind of trap that had been set up for us. Some hoax to gather together all of the idiot freaks who would believe it. Yeah, they'd catch us all in one go, and then take us all to the government "camps" where you'd never be seen or heard from again. Arzura? A place where they were safe from the government tracers? It was almost laughable to think about. Almost.
I shook my head, clearing away my thoughts. Even if this was a trap, it's not like I could run away from it now. Besides, I was getting tired of running. Whatever happens, happens, I guess.
Pamella flung her snow boots off and wiggled her toes, sniffing in the mixture of everyones scents muddled into one. She giggled, not the best of smells. Clicking her ankles together, she fidgeted with her fingers and buried her face into her scarf, peeking over it and admiring the new faces. Across from her on another crouch were two Asian males. The blonde cuddled the older mans arm, pouting. The darker one stared off into space, obviously uncomfortable and peeved. She perked up, smiling with a slight bite of her bottom lip. A little ways to her right stood a girl with brunette hair straight and lively as a tree trunk. Norrie wiggled her fingers, she couldn't help it. She popped her chest out and started running her own fingers through her tangly, ginger hair rather quickly. Casting her eyes downward left. Every few seconds she'd steal a quick glance of the girl. Every inch of Pam began to inch! Starting from her feet, they switched off from lifting heels. Her hands fell back down to her lap and tugged at the end seams of her obsidian pencil skirt. Vividly in her mind, she imagined the ripping of single petals one after another. Go talk to her. Talk to her not. Go talk to her. Talk to her not.
Go talk to her.
Talk to her not. The last petal. Pamella hopped to her feet, she couldn't heed it's words. Sure, the girl might forget her the next day but in this moment, she could need a friend. Norrie stuck one foot out after the other, hugging one of her arms. With closer inspection, she could tell the tree girl did NOT want to be talked to. Norrie sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Going back now would make her look like an idiot, all or nothing. For Red Beanie. She dropped her head a little low and looked up at the stranger with her big, blue eyes. With an obvious nervous smile she said softly,
“Hey, I'm Pamella.”
Go talk to her.
Talk to her not. The last petal. Pamella hopped to her feet, she couldn't heed it's words. Sure, the girl might forget her the next day but in this moment, she could need a friend. Norrie stuck one foot out after the other, hugging one of her arms. With closer inspection, she could tell the tree girl did NOT want to be talked to. Norrie sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Going back now would make her look like an idiot, all or nothing. For Red Beanie. She dropped her head a little low and looked up at the stranger with her big, blue eyes. With an obvious nervous smile she said softly,
“Hey, I'm Pamella.”
Emilia hadn't wanted to be in the rather formal area, for she had an output of her own sense of mind when coming to public, crowded spaces. The uncomfortable itch upon her back had created a sense of someone watching her, or just the plain feeling of claustrophobia overcoming her senses, as she had been used to the open area of her small house most of the time. Many of the people hadn't bothered speaking, a silence which Emilia had found blissful, or else she may have had to partake in the boisterous conversation as well. She folded her arms over her chest, an awkward sensation descending upon herself, surrounded by two others who clearly seemed to be in their own thoughts, for they were staring among the place, gazing at the walls, or the tiled floors. Emilia felt like it were to be wrong to be in the compact area, for she knew of how group meetings resolved themselves in most cinematic films, whether it be that their is a mass murderer among the people, or they end up becoming captured. Their is never a calm and quaint ending to such an unexpected meeting.
The many people were becoming uneasy, shifting their weight from their left foot to their right, or just attempting to find comfort in the itchy fabric of the seats. Their was a ginger-haired girl who had the decency to approach a differing female, who clearly seemed too perky, for she had an excitement about her that Emilia could never maintain. Her life was consistent of boredom and solitude, but she found it be a life fulfilled to what she had expected it to be. She did not want a life filled with the nonchalant gazing out of a window, staring at a setting or rising sun. Emilia wanted the life of a normal civilian, filled with a graying sense of atmosphere, rather than one of such a colorful lifestyle. It was obvious, as Emilia had gotten out of her transfix, that something had gone wrong, whether it be a wrong address or just the rather unwary people who weren't expecting agents of government superficiality to come and take all of them, just for the purpose of being their toys. The toys with the talents of such an oddity. Emilia was partaking in the restlessness of the group, for she hadn't an idea of what the many people were to be expectant of, all she knew is that some male were to come along and supposedly speak with them on either formal or informal terms. Yet, their was no male, no speaking going on other than the singular girl who had decided to move from her previous position. Emilia wanted to run, but even if she had the ability to, one might question if she was either mad in the head or just disgusted with the room, both which she found quite wondrous for one to call her. She clenched her fists, for if they were to become the toys of the government, which was more of a supposed objective as time passed hesitantly, she would enjoy putting up a fight, for her stubborn nature wasn't an easy characteristic.
Ian Humphrey
Carter Denz
A large yet quaint room, with nothing but a few couches and chairs and a handful of people. That’s where Ian’s future would be decided from here on out. Too eager to sit, Ian paced the room. For what exactly? Not even he was sure. Eager to discover what his abilities can actually do? Eager to run away at first moment’s notice? Eager to find out where exactly he was and why he was here? Not too sure, but Ian was eager all the same.
The room Ian paced around was filled with boys and girls alike. He’d taken the time to analyze each one of them. One girl looked impatient. Another looked as though she’d burst through her shell at any minute. They all looked different, but at the same time, they were all the same. They had to be, otherwise they wouldn’t all be in the same room, waiting for the same guy to speak the same words to all of them. They wouldn’t all be in the room waiting for knowledge on all the same questions. What’s wrong with me? Why am I here? What is this place? Can you help me? Why are their troopers dropping people on your doorsteps? Why did I want to come here? Did I want to come here? What the hell is going on? All questions that Ian was positive was going through the minds of each one in the room.
Ian fidgeted with his nails as he continued to pace the room. He mumbled incoherent things and thoughts under his breath. Others probably thought he was crazy. I’m no crazier than you are. Ian thought. Surely there was someone in the room who was trying to get inside his mind right now. He made sure to keep his eyes set on the ground or on his hands or feet. He didn’t want anybody getting through to him. He wanted to be invisible. It’s not difficult to be invisible when everyone you touch goes blind. But Ian wanted the world to be invisible to him, not the other way around. I’m no crazier than you are. I’m no crazier than you are. I’m no crazier than you are. Ian’s mind was flustered but he didn’t know what to do anymore. This was his last resort. Well, not his last resort. But most certainly he preferred to be tested on than the alternative.
The room Ian paced around was filled with boys and girls alike. He’d taken the time to analyze each one of them. One girl looked impatient. Another looked as though she’d burst through her shell at any minute. They all looked different, but at the same time, they were all the same. They had to be, otherwise they wouldn’t all be in the same room, waiting for the same guy to speak the same words to all of them. They wouldn’t all be in the room waiting for knowledge on all the same questions. What’s wrong with me? Why am I here? What is this place? Can you help me? Why are their troopers dropping people on your doorsteps? Why did I want to come here? Did I want to come here? What the hell is going on? All questions that Ian was positive was going through the minds of each one in the room.
Ian fidgeted with his nails as he continued to pace the room. He mumbled incoherent things and thoughts under his breath. Others probably thought he was crazy. I’m no crazier than you are. Ian thought. Surely there was someone in the room who was trying to get inside his mind right now. He made sure to keep his eyes set on the ground or on his hands or feet. He didn’t want anybody getting through to him. He wanted to be invisible. It’s not difficult to be invisible when everyone you touch goes blind. But Ian wanted the world to be invisible to him, not the other way around. I’m no crazier than you are. I’m no crazier than you are. I’m no crazier than you are. Ian’s mind was flustered but he didn’t know what to do anymore. This was his last resort. Well, not his last resort. But most certainly he preferred to be tested on than the alternative.
Carter Denz
“Get off me, man! Get the hell off. Don’t freaking touch me!” Carter pushed away a big guy who kept trying to grab at him. A door swung open and Carter was flung into the room. “Hey, I heard that you twat!” Carter yelled out at a wild thought the big guy was thinking as he pushed Carter into a small room. He looked around and saw a group of kids, around his age, all looking dazed and confused about life and whatever was next. Everyone looked terrified, like they had just watched someone be brutally murdered right in front of them. It scared Carter. But instead of showing fear, he sighed and pulled the bottom of his shirt down, straightening himself out.
Carter could see a girl trying to interact with another, some guy wandering around the room looking blitzed out of his mind and another girl who’s eyes darted across the room, not landing on anything specific for too long. He was weirded out. He wanted to be out of the room immediately but if there were any more guys like the one who shoved him into this room, he knew he’d have no chance of escaping. What is this place anyway? Are these the feds? Are they going to kill us off or what? Carter’s mind wandered, but this wasn’t the place for that. Carter knew very well that at least one of these people if not all, have the same ability as him and could probably read his mind just by looking at him. Carter had to be extra tentative. This was certainly not the place to think a bad thought about anyone.
Looking around the room frightened Carter. He didn’t know who it was safe to look at, or whether it were safe to look at anyone. His eyes stopped on a girl, sitting by herself far from the other. She just watched people. Maybe she had the same ability as Carter, maybe not. He smirked though. She was kind of cute. Carter figured, if he’s going to be there, he’s might as well make some friends. Or at least he’d try to. He walked towards her, slowly, and took the seat next to her. He put his hands on his knees and hummed a few notes while patting on his knees before turning to her, smiling and putting his hand out, “Hi. I’m Carter.” Carter just watched the girl, waiting, trying hard not to focus on her in a way that would cause him to break into her mind. He looked down at his hand. “Right, well, this probably isn’t a good idea.” He chuckled nervously while placing his hand back on his knees.
Carter could see a girl trying to interact with another, some guy wandering around the room looking blitzed out of his mind and another girl who’s eyes darted across the room, not landing on anything specific for too long. He was weirded out. He wanted to be out of the room immediately but if there were any more guys like the one who shoved him into this room, he knew he’d have no chance of escaping. What is this place anyway? Are these the feds? Are they going to kill us off or what? Carter’s mind wandered, but this wasn’t the place for that. Carter knew very well that at least one of these people if not all, have the same ability as him and could probably read his mind just by looking at him. Carter had to be extra tentative. This was certainly not the place to think a bad thought about anyone.
Looking around the room frightened Carter. He didn’t know who it was safe to look at, or whether it were safe to look at anyone. His eyes stopped on a girl, sitting by herself far from the other. She just watched people. Maybe she had the same ability as Carter, maybe not. He smirked though. She was kind of cute. Carter figured, if he’s going to be there, he’s might as well make some friends. Or at least he’d try to. He walked towards her, slowly, and took the seat next to her. He put his hands on his knees and hummed a few notes while patting on his knees before turning to her, smiling and putting his hand out, “Hi. I’m Carter.” Carter just watched the girl, waiting, trying hard not to focus on her in a way that would cause him to break into her mind. He looked down at his hand. “Right, well, this probably isn’t a good idea.” He chuckled nervously while placing his hand back on his knees.
Emilia discovered a new-found male to be approaching her, and she had almost rolled her eyes; not out of the inner immaturity of a child, but because she had to partake in conversation. He had created quite a scenic entrance, while being pushed and shoved by one of the many unknown employees, but Emilia had an idea that they were all just amid the ploy that was awaiting to take place. It was just a moment of waiting, for none could do any other than just that—except for talking, which Emilia was going to have to attend with now. She attempted to look oblivious to his arrival, where he had attempted to gesture a hand-shake, but clearly had forgotten any form of ability he had held, so then he went with a greeting with simplicity, and now Emilia was up to the task for talking. It was not a fear of speaking, the fear of saying the incorrect thing; or even just meeting someone, but it was rather a disliking, created by a childhood which was far from an utopia. Emilia gives the blame to her mother's death, having once been a child of liveliness, living in the flamboyant colors of bright pinks and neon oranges, along with frilly skirts and pigtails among her hair. After she had died, it left her in this lonesome opportunity, whether it be to rebel or shamble along with their lives, forgetting her presence and moving on. Along with attempting to forget her mother, she had left any forms of a decent personality at her old home. Depressed was just a minimal statement to what Emilia has conflicted herself with over the past many years.
"Hi," she said, glaring down at her feet, for the timid statement of a greeting was clearly not enough to suit his needs. Obviously, she would have to go into detail about her entire past, at least until someone or something were to interrupt such a tedious conversation; she believed it were to become tedious, unless she proved to be a bore for him. That was a skill Emilia exceeded in; losing people. It shan't be as bad as others make of it, complaining and whining, the others having discovered her to be lonely, drinking coffee alone, singing alone. It was all just her way of living, whether it be an oddity to another's eyes, she hadn't cared, at least, that is what she told herself. Friends weren't her thing, and hopefully, they never shall be, "Ah. Well. My name is Emilia. Yours is?"
Emilia wanted to palm her forehead, perhaps smack herself, yet, those were all the internal feelings of a girl—not a woman. The feelings of a girl who was entering her first grades of high-school, still attempting to fit in, right herself out, and actually become something decent to a hellish society. How she had spoken to him was honestly horrendous, for he must be questioning how wrong she is mentally. He could easily conclude she were not to be a girl to even be spoken to, and so, she was prepared to face the look of disgust that crossed his expression. I honestly wish I had brought some pen and paper. Then I could write all of these meaningless thoughts down. It was a hobby of Emilia to yell at her own self, for she discovered perfection to be something of her own nature. Perfectionism was just another trait that had created her to be the opposite of a goal she shall never succeed in her own lifetime; normalcy, for to achieve normalcy would be the very few steps of a descent into insanity.
Jasper
He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, zoning off into a picture across the room. It's contents were blurry, he never bothered to give it a good look. Kit hung onto his arm as if the separation from Jaspers warmth would instantly turn him cold and Jasper couldn't decide if his touch brought him comfort, or irritation. Having at least one presence you know in a room of strangers could be the greatest and only comfort in this situation. But it's also because of this manipulative brat that he lost the only person he ever considered family and a best friend. Amar. Jasper could still see his face, wrinkles around the corner of his eyes from old age and prickly white hairs growing out before the beard conquers his entire face, turning him into black Santa. He chuckled, a fond memory resurfacing. A trip to the grocery store turned into a runaway from children begging for Santa to tell them what they were getting for Christmas. Somehow, he was mistaken as Mr. Cold or whatever his name was and told by the children he would only receive coal for Christmas. With that, 'Santa' cocked a grin and wagged a finger at Jass saying, 'Better luck next year.' Hmpf, Old Bastard.
The hushed voice and firm wrinkles etched into his forehead as he opened Jaspers palm and shoved a crinkled piece of paper into his hands. The urgency of his voice telling him to...go! And the inability to hear his final words being taken away as gun shots and smoke filtered into the room and obstructed his vision. He closed his eyes. It was hard to imagine someone you woke up to every morning, seeing his ugly face all through-out the day and the last words you hear before bed-dead.
He hasn't decided his exact feelings toward the kid and the incident. There wasn't much time from then to now for him to think. Kit could hardly function after the incident and the only thing Jasper could focus on is getting here and keeping the both of them alive. Nothing else mattered, except that he had to get away. And fast. Now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Why Arzura? Judging from all the other nervous bodies in the room, he could tell that he wasn't the only one wondering about this places merit. How was he to know that they weren't just as bad as the government? Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the sidewalk. Watch TV. Obey the Law. Save for your old age. The rights of 'freedom' never truly existed, they merely twist it to make a false sense of peace. They are pretty much saying make money and die. Why would someone create a safe haven for people like...us? We defy the very meaning of what society is because we are different.
“Kit, get off.” Jass said bluntly, his attention altering to the loud newcomer in the room. Wise of him to try and make acquaintances. Jass might of thought of doing the same thing if it wasn't that the only person near him was a fucking tweaker who couldn't keep still. Too much baggage to carry, he could hardly handle Kit and his owns.
Kit
“Kit, get off.” the blond winced, his words aggravating an opened wound. Uncertainty, he untangled his fingers from Jaspers leather jacket and tugged at the sleeves of his own. Was he still mad? Kit hadn't intended for any of that to happen, couldn't he tell that Kit missed Amar too? Just like Jasper, Amar had been like family to him. The elder accepted Kit for who he is and gave him a chance to take charge of his own life. Kit swallowed, a lump rising in his throat. His breathing became abnormal as he clenched his jaws tight. He didn't want to cry in front of him.
”Are you fucking kidding me?” Jasper snapped in a hushed voice. Kit whimpered and fell apart. ”You have no right to be crying right now, you hardly knew him, Kit.” Kit covered his eyes, pressing against his eyelids to stop the pain.
”No, no he was something to me too!” He shook his head side to side, his short ponytail hardly moving with the wind. The edges of his silky bangs barely grazed his fingers.
”He was something to you?” Jasper whispered and turned his head away, resting his elbows on his knees. ”He was fucking everything to me, Kit.” Tears rushed down Kits porcelain skin in strips.
”I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” he muttered pathetically. Jasper didn't respond. Kit felt his only life support slowly edging it's way from him. On the coldness nights Kit fell asleep on the couch, Jasper put a blanket over him. On the days he forgot to pack a lunch, Jasper gave him his lunch claiming he wasn't hungry. When he struggled as a Newbie at the Bar, Jasper always reprimanded him but Kit knew he did it because he cared. It didn't take Kit long to see that Jasper only pays attention to things and people he cares about. He needed Jasper. Other than Amar, Jasper was the only other who accepted him for him and who he was. Bisexual, freak abilities and all. He swung around and tugged on Jaspers sleeves. ”Please, please don't hate me...I need you...” his forehead dropped, resting a little under Jaspers shoulder. He could feel uncontrollable emotions rise within himself and his fingers turn hot. A sweet yet hot energy was moving between the two. Jasper tugged his arm away from his touch.
”Don't play with my emotions.” the glare pierced through Kits insides and he shivered. Returning to his cowered state, he hugged himself.
”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-” Jasper turned his back to him and Kit dropped his head. The feminine looking boy got to his feet, he needed space. He hadn't meant to try and use his powers on him, it just sort of....happened. It was hard for him to see through his tears, as he walked away while rubbing his eyes, he slightly bumped into the man who had been pacing back and forth near them. "Sorry."
He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, zoning off into a picture across the room. It's contents were blurry, he never bothered to give it a good look. Kit hung onto his arm as if the separation from Jaspers warmth would instantly turn him cold and Jasper couldn't decide if his touch brought him comfort, or irritation. Having at least one presence you know in a room of strangers could be the greatest and only comfort in this situation. But it's also because of this manipulative brat that he lost the only person he ever considered family and a best friend. Amar. Jasper could still see his face, wrinkles around the corner of his eyes from old age and prickly white hairs growing out before the beard conquers his entire face, turning him into black Santa. He chuckled, a fond memory resurfacing. A trip to the grocery store turned into a runaway from children begging for Santa to tell them what they were getting for Christmas. Somehow, he was mistaken as Mr. Cold or whatever his name was and told by the children he would only receive coal for Christmas. With that, 'Santa' cocked a grin and wagged a finger at Jass saying, 'Better luck next year.' Hmpf, Old Bastard.
The hushed voice and firm wrinkles etched into his forehead as he opened Jaspers palm and shoved a crinkled piece of paper into his hands. The urgency of his voice telling him to...go! And the inability to hear his final words being taken away as gun shots and smoke filtered into the room and obstructed his vision. He closed his eyes. It was hard to imagine someone you woke up to every morning, seeing his ugly face all through-out the day and the last words you hear before bed-dead.
He hasn't decided his exact feelings toward the kid and the incident. There wasn't much time from then to now for him to think. Kit could hardly function after the incident and the only thing Jasper could focus on is getting here and keeping the both of them alive. Nothing else mattered, except that he had to get away. And fast. Now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Why Arzura? Judging from all the other nervous bodies in the room, he could tell that he wasn't the only one wondering about this places merit. How was he to know that they weren't just as bad as the government? Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the sidewalk. Watch TV. Obey the Law. Save for your old age. The rights of 'freedom' never truly existed, they merely twist it to make a false sense of peace. They are pretty much saying make money and die. Why would someone create a safe haven for people like...us? We defy the very meaning of what society is because we are different.
“Kit, get off.” Jass said bluntly, his attention altering to the loud newcomer in the room. Wise of him to try and make acquaintances. Jass might of thought of doing the same thing if it wasn't that the only person near him was a fucking tweaker who couldn't keep still. Too much baggage to carry, he could hardly handle Kit and his owns.
Kit
“Kit, get off.” the blond winced, his words aggravating an opened wound. Uncertainty, he untangled his fingers from Jaspers leather jacket and tugged at the sleeves of his own. Was he still mad? Kit hadn't intended for any of that to happen, couldn't he tell that Kit missed Amar too? Just like Jasper, Amar had been like family to him. The elder accepted Kit for who he is and gave him a chance to take charge of his own life. Kit swallowed, a lump rising in his throat. His breathing became abnormal as he clenched his jaws tight. He didn't want to cry in front of him.
”Are you fucking kidding me?” Jasper snapped in a hushed voice. Kit whimpered and fell apart. ”You have no right to be crying right now, you hardly knew him, Kit.” Kit covered his eyes, pressing against his eyelids to stop the pain.
”No, no he was something to me too!” He shook his head side to side, his short ponytail hardly moving with the wind. The edges of his silky bangs barely grazed his fingers.
”He was something to you?” Jasper whispered and turned his head away, resting his elbows on his knees. ”He was fucking everything to me, Kit.” Tears rushed down Kits porcelain skin in strips.
”I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” he muttered pathetically. Jasper didn't respond. Kit felt his only life support slowly edging it's way from him. On the coldness nights Kit fell asleep on the couch, Jasper put a blanket over him. On the days he forgot to pack a lunch, Jasper gave him his lunch claiming he wasn't hungry. When he struggled as a Newbie at the Bar, Jasper always reprimanded him but Kit knew he did it because he cared. It didn't take Kit long to see that Jasper only pays attention to things and people he cares about. He needed Jasper. Other than Amar, Jasper was the only other who accepted him for him and who he was. Bisexual, freak abilities and all. He swung around and tugged on Jaspers sleeves. ”Please, please don't hate me...I need you...” his forehead dropped, resting a little under Jaspers shoulder. He could feel uncontrollable emotions rise within himself and his fingers turn hot. A sweet yet hot energy was moving between the two. Jasper tugged his arm away from his touch.
”Don't play with my emotions.” the glare pierced through Kits insides and he shivered. Returning to his cowered state, he hugged himself.
”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-” Jasper turned his back to him and Kit dropped his head. The feminine looking boy got to his feet, he needed space. He hadn't meant to try and use his powers on him, it just sort of....happened. It was hard for him to see through his tears, as he walked away while rubbing his eyes, he slightly bumped into the man who had been pacing back and forth near them. "Sorry."
A smile was plastered across her face. It was almost as if it was painted on and the owner of the mouth was so accustomed to it that she hardly realized it was there. Her legs were crossed, a short mini skirt pulled over her bare legs, and she leaned casually against the arm rest of the sofa, her fingers rhythmically tapping the side. To a stranger she appeared at ease, even bored. This was not the case.
Jessica was scared, more so than she had been when her little teenage temper tantrum occurred. Ever since junior high the blonde had gotten used to her life being fundamentally the same. Awaken, school, sleep, and repeat. Then the cycle had been thrown into turmoil. This room had not been foreseen in her carefully planned future. The blonde’s Barbie doll smile faltered for a moment as she thought about the events that had led her to this “school.” Who would have thought the girl who seemed to have it all would be crazy? Jessica could almost hear the gossip now. She’s a freak. She’s insane. I never liked her anyway. Perhaps it had been a good decision on her mother’s part to bring her here. Then again, her mother had only done such a thing to benefit herself. She could not help it if she happened to help others profit in the process.
The girl physically waved her hand, as if that would erase the thoughts from her mind. It was likely she would never see her “friends” again. She regained her fake smile, although it was slightly dimmed this time, before surveying her surroundings. Supposedly they were waiting for the headmaster to enter but he had yet to make his appearance known. Some of her fellow peers in the room were attempting to strike up conversations, while others appeared to prefer to bask in the silence. Still others were visibly scared and sulked in the corners. Jessica couldn’t help but notice that not many seemed to sit as she was doing. They did not see the need to attempt to look cool and composed. But Jessica had insight. She knew it was crucial how other’s viewed a person. She had always been one to worry how others thought of her. She couldn’t help it. To make matters worse, she always knew what people thought of her, no matter how hard she tried not to. She was unable to fool herself into believing that someone liked her when they didn’t.
A large bang of doors being slammed open cause several heads to swivel towards the noise, including Jessica’s. A male was being forcibly pushed into the room and making quite the scene. It felt odd for such a loud interruption to be taking place in the once quiet environment. If Jessica had been a more poetic type she might have said that it was a metaphor for her current situation in life; a crashing wave in a normally calm river when there had only ever been ripples before.
The commotion had stopped and the overall attention that had been diverted had now returned to its original unease. The boy hesitated before walking over to a girl who was blatantly separated from the others. Perhaps, Jessica thought to herself vaguely, I should follow in suit. It would be useful, after all, to gain acquaintances in this newfound world. That’s right. It’d be the same as before. She’d have her little posse again who only liked her because she was popular. It would end up the same cycle, the same repetition as before. Did she really want to live that way? Shut up. She told her conscious. She had to live that way. It’s only rational, she reasoned with herself. That’s how one survives in this world. I’m a freak. I don’t belong here. That’s why I need to survive. Jessica constantly reminded herself of this whenever her mind began to slip into the gullible and wishful way of thinking. It was foolish to believe that she would ever go back to the way she viewed the world before she had turned eight. She realized now the harsh reality that was deemed life.
Once again she scanned the room with a nonchalant glance. She selected her target with careful eyes that surveyed the whole room while still seeming like she had no care. She chose a male who was pacing back and forth murmuring inaudible ramblings. He was an odd one, or so it seemed from a glance. He certainly looked crazy the way he talked to himself, but was anyone in the room any saner then him? It didn’t matter anyway. She had already chosen him.
Jessica got up and dusted off her skirt though it was already clean. She made a show of walking deliberately towards the man, passing a female- no male who seemed to be in distress as tears were forming in the corner of his eyes. The blonde couldn’t blame him; this whole situation was definitely not to be taken lightly.
When she reached the pacing boy she ducked a little to get his attention which was currently directed at the ground. Though she deliberately averted her gaze from his own and avoided contact, she thought she did a relatively good job in catching his attention. Jessica straightened before speaking, “Hi,” Her voice betrayed her nervous composure by trembling. She mentally berated herself, pausing in order to conceal her true emotions. “I’m Jessica!”
Tucking a stray lock behind her ear, Jessica bit her lower lip. It was a nervous habit of hers but she was confident that in every other aspect she looked cheery and bubbly. She hadn’t been practicing for all these years in order for her to look as she felt. And right now? She felt scared out of her mind.
Alexis
I started to feel a little uncomfortable, like someone's eyes were on me, and then my plan of not interacting with anyone became kind of impossible when another girl started to approach me. Great... I tried to make myself look disinterested and made sure to look away from her, but that apparently didn't ward her off.
"Hey. I'm Pamella."
I held in a sigh as I glanced at the girl in front of me. Her eyes were the first thing I saw. For a second, I held my breath, and released it when nothing happened. Quickly, I cut my eyes away from hers, both relieved and a little disappointed that I hadn't heard anything. I looked at the girl's face again, not looking her in the eye, and gave a bit of my own nervous, semi-forced smile. If she made the effort to talk to me in this kind of situation, then I guess I could make the effort to reply...
"Alexis."
Yeah. Because it takes SO much effort to say my name. Not. Somehow I'd gotten separated from the others I'd been searching for this place with, and hadn't seen any of them yet since I'd gotten here. That, combined with the unfamiliar surroundings, the crowd of strangers, and my lack of information really didn't help my mood. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, but...
I shook my head and sighed, realizing that I probably wasn't giving off a very nice vibe right now. Especially with my curt tone. I pulled on the sleeves of my jacket before stuffing my hands down into my pockets, and ignored the little scene that played out as another guy entered the room. "Sorry," I said with a slight apologetic smile, "I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too."
I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering as I finished my last sentence, and witnessed what looked like a disagreement between two Asian guys. They weren't loud, so I didn't hear anything they said, but one looked pissed and the other appeared crushed. Curious, I was tempted to actually try listening in on their thoughts, but quickly discarded the idea with a shake of my head. Not happening. I didn't want to know, and they sure as hell wouldn't want some random person to know.
I brought my attention back to the girl in front of me. "You said your name's Pamella, right?"
I started to feel a little uncomfortable, like someone's eyes were on me, and then my plan of not interacting with anyone became kind of impossible when another girl started to approach me. Great... I tried to make myself look disinterested and made sure to look away from her, but that apparently didn't ward her off.
"Hey. I'm Pamella."
I held in a sigh as I glanced at the girl in front of me. Her eyes were the first thing I saw. For a second, I held my breath, and released it when nothing happened. Quickly, I cut my eyes away from hers, both relieved and a little disappointed that I hadn't heard anything. I looked at the girl's face again, not looking her in the eye, and gave a bit of my own nervous, semi-forced smile. If she made the effort to talk to me in this kind of situation, then I guess I could make the effort to reply...
"Alexis."
Yeah. Because it takes SO much effort to say my name. Not. Somehow I'd gotten separated from the others I'd been searching for this place with, and hadn't seen any of them yet since I'd gotten here. That, combined with the unfamiliar surroundings, the crowd of strangers, and my lack of information really didn't help my mood. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, but...
I shook my head and sighed, realizing that I probably wasn't giving off a very nice vibe right now. Especially with my curt tone. I pulled on the sleeves of my jacket before stuffing my hands down into my pockets, and ignored the little scene that played out as another guy entered the room. "Sorry," I said with a slight apologetic smile, "I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too."
I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering as I finished my last sentence, and witnessed what looked like a disagreement between two Asian guys. They weren't loud, so I didn't hear anything they said, but one looked pissed and the other appeared crushed. Curious, I was tempted to actually try listening in on their thoughts, but quickly discarded the idea with a shake of my head. Not happening. I didn't want to know, and they sure as hell wouldn't want some random person to know.
I brought my attention back to the girl in front of me. "You said your name's Pamella, right?"
Sundry
Cautiously I walked up to the door. I was so afraid of someone seeing me and chasing me like those men. They had chased me countless times. I think it was because of what I did to Anna. My poor baby sister. She was so alone. I regret leaving her there. I knew they would come, they always did. As I slowly pushed the door open I slid across the wall like a snake hiding in shadows and behind plants hoping no one would notice me. I did not want them to get upset I was there. i didn't even know if I was in the right place. For all I knew I was just a freak who took away people memories. I saw other conversing and longing surged through me to be one of them. Freely talking to people without the worry they memories would suddenly become mine and I would be stuck in a world so foreign, again. It was easier when I was in the memories, but when I took away a memory form a random stranger on the street it scared me to for some amount of time be stuck somewhere they did not speak my language. So I stood quietly in the corner while my legs began to become stiff as I became more adapt to the scene.
Jackson
I had followed the girl all the way to this place. She never realized I was following her, to caught up in her own thoughts. That was OK, though. That way she could lead me here. I saw her slip in and waited a few moments before I followed suit. I didn't see where she went, she often did that. She would sneak away from people, I don't know why. Quickly giving up on the pursuit of finding her I walked farther into the room of people conversing. I was finally there, the promised land. THen it hit me. Emotions coming at me every which way. I wasn't used to this. It most be from whatever made us this way. It connected us somehow. But no one else looked like they were feeling it. I must have been the only one. Maybe I had just been away from a crowd for to long. Either way I sat down in the closest chair to me, afraid I would faint. I proceeded to put my head down next to my knees and interlacing my hands behind my head. I just wanted the feeling to go away.
Cautiously I walked up to the door. I was so afraid of someone seeing me and chasing me like those men. They had chased me countless times. I think it was because of what I did to Anna. My poor baby sister. She was so alone. I regret leaving her there. I knew they would come, they always did. As I slowly pushed the door open I slid across the wall like a snake hiding in shadows and behind plants hoping no one would notice me. I did not want them to get upset I was there. i didn't even know if I was in the right place. For all I knew I was just a freak who took away people memories. I saw other conversing and longing surged through me to be one of them. Freely talking to people without the worry they memories would suddenly become mine and I would be stuck in a world so foreign, again. It was easier when I was in the memories, but when I took away a memory form a random stranger on the street it scared me to for some amount of time be stuck somewhere they did not speak my language. So I stood quietly in the corner while my legs began to become stiff as I became more adapt to the scene.
Jackson
I had followed the girl all the way to this place. She never realized I was following her, to caught up in her own thoughts. That was OK, though. That way she could lead me here. I saw her slip in and waited a few moments before I followed suit. I didn't see where she went, she often did that. She would sneak away from people, I don't know why. Quickly giving up on the pursuit of finding her I walked farther into the room of people conversing. I was finally there, the promised land. THen it hit me. Emotions coming at me every which way. I wasn't used to this. It most be from whatever made us this way. It connected us somehow. But no one else looked like they were feeling it. I must have been the only one. Maybe I had just been away from a crowd for to long. Either way I sat down in the closest chair to me, afraid I would faint. I proceeded to put my head down next to my knees and interlacing my hands behind my head. I just wanted the feeling to go away.
Pamella kept her eyes working her surroundings, catching her body language, and the way she held her breath when their eyes met. Norrie didn't break. Red Beanie used to tell her that the eyes are the most powerful tools, especially between woman. With one look, an intimate message can be sent. Words cease to exist. Isn't that fascinating? But the stranger broke. Her shoulders depressed, an almost strange air of relief surrounded her. Pamella rocked on her feet, hands behind her back with chest exposed.
“Alexis."
The words left her mouth in one quick breath, her voice music to Pams ears. No matter the trails of adversity where she ceased to exist in ones mind, nothing could stop her from reaching out and finding a place where she wouldn't be forgotten. Somewhere she belonged. Alexis shook her head, breath flying from her lips. Norrie could imagine the nitrogen being released dancing in the air. Her eyes were full of wonder, the negativity couldn't touch her. All she could see was a beautiful girl that reminded her of a willow tree. Her arms, which Pam imagined as branches tugged on her sleeves before hiding in the safety of her pockets. What if tree had pockets, would they be like the holes owls dwell in the cartoons? The ginger was far to distracted with who was before her to notice the ruckus from earlier.
"Sorry," she said with a slight apologetic smile, Norrie shook her head profusely.
”Hmm, it's ok!” she beamed.
"I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too." Lexi. It seems as if the 15-year-olds body lit up, staying perched up on her toes. The top of her head just barely made it to the height of Alexis' shoulders.
”That's such a cute name! Is it alright if I call you Lexi?” for a bubbly girl, her voice wasn't overbearing or squeaky. Instead, it was soft and a bit hazy with an edge of cinnamon. The younger girl, undoubtedly the youngest in the room, noticed Lexis attention falter. Norrie peeked behind her to see what she was staring at but couldn't figure it out. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion.
"You said your name's Pamella, right?" she asked with an air of charisma to her. The Ginger snapped her head back around and nodded animately.
”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.” she shifted her weight, standing flat on her feet and putting force on her right leg. ”What do you think about all this?” She asked, hoping to crack a conversation and get to know her a little better.
“Alexis."
The words left her mouth in one quick breath, her voice music to Pams ears. No matter the trails of adversity where she ceased to exist in ones mind, nothing could stop her from reaching out and finding a place where she wouldn't be forgotten. Somewhere she belonged. Alexis shook her head, breath flying from her lips. Norrie could imagine the nitrogen being released dancing in the air. Her eyes were full of wonder, the negativity couldn't touch her. All she could see was a beautiful girl that reminded her of a willow tree. Her arms, which Pam imagined as branches tugged on her sleeves before hiding in the safety of her pockets. What if tree had pockets, would they be like the holes owls dwell in the cartoons? The ginger was far to distracted with who was before her to notice the ruckus from earlier.
"Sorry," she said with a slight apologetic smile, Norrie shook her head profusely.
”Hmm, it's ok!” she beamed.
"I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too." Lexi. It seems as if the 15-year-olds body lit up, staying perched up on her toes. The top of her head just barely made it to the height of Alexis' shoulders.
”That's such a cute name! Is it alright if I call you Lexi?” for a bubbly girl, her voice wasn't overbearing or squeaky. Instead, it was soft and a bit hazy with an edge of cinnamon. The younger girl, undoubtedly the youngest in the room, noticed Lexis attention falter. Norrie peeked behind her to see what she was staring at but couldn't figure it out. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion.
"You said your name's Pamella, right?" she asked with an air of charisma to her. The Ginger snapped her head back around and nodded animately.
”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.” she shifted her weight, standing flat on her feet and putting force on her right leg. ”What do you think about all this?” She asked, hoping to crack a conversation and get to know her a little better.
Audrey Parks
Audrey sat on a chair in the middle of the room staring at the wall opposite of her. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her life, she was in a strange place surrounded by a handful of kids around her age who supposedly had powers just like her and they were waiting for a mysterious man to show up. Looking around she saw that most of the others looked just as nervous as her, she also noticed some people conversing and the desire to talk to someone welled up inside Audrey. Normally she would start talking to the first person she saw but for some reason Audrey felt a little self-conscious at the moment. Looking around the room she noticed a boy enter the room and instantly look sick. A wave of pity washed over Audrey as she watched him sit down and put his head in his hands. Well I did want someone to talk to she thought as she dragged her chair over and sat next to the boy. Smiling at him even though she knew he couldn't see her she said, "Hi, I'm Audrey, are you feeling ok?" Audrey mentally face palmed as she said this and felt herself start to ramble as usual," What am I saying? Of course you're not ok! Well you don't look ok at least. I mean you look ok you just don't look ok, you know?" She took a deep breath and was about to continue talking when she realized that if she was feeling bad the last thing she would want would be some girl rambling in her ear. Shutting herself up she looked at the ground drumming her fingers on the chair as she tried to keep her mindless babble to herself as she waited for the boy to answer.
Jackson
I looked up at the sound of a voice. I was about to respond when she went into a nervous chatter. I took my chance and focused my sole energy on her, hoping to block everything else out like I used to. "Its OK, just not used to crowds is all. I'm Jackson. Nice to meet you Audrey." I stuck out my hand for her to shake and instantly felt the familiar feeling as a calming sensation buzzed through my body and into my hand. I hoped she wouldn't notice and Id be able to take the one emotion from her instead of being a current of emotions from everyone else. "Do you happen to know why I am here? Are you here for the same reason?" I hoped that by getting some insight on the others I might be able to tell wether or not I was in the right place.
I looked up at the sound of a voice. I was about to respond when she went into a nervous chatter. I took my chance and focused my sole energy on her, hoping to block everything else out like I used to. "Its OK, just not used to crowds is all. I'm Jackson. Nice to meet you Audrey." I stuck out my hand for her to shake and instantly felt the familiar feeling as a calming sensation buzzed through my body and into my hand. I hoped she wouldn't notice and Id be able to take the one emotion from her instead of being a current of emotions from everyone else. "Do you happen to know why I am here? Are you here for the same reason?" I hoped that by getting some insight on the others I might be able to tell wether or not I was in the right place.
Carter Denz
Carter looked the Emilia, then around the room again. He wasn’t talking to anyone specifically but if anyone wanted to answer he wouldn’t be opposed.
Carter chuckled, “Like I said, I’m Carter.” He looked around and squinted his eyes, before closing them and rubbing them. “So what do you do?” He wasn’t asking for the sheer curiosity. Carter knew that if he’d want to make things work in his favor, he’d have to figure what everyone’s ability was.
Carter was nervous. He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen. A room full of ability-willed teens, who don’t know how to control their abilities. A camp that no one has heard of until now, a camp that could very well be scheme to get everyone here to run tests and god knows what else on them. He knew that coming here would be better than staying at home but now with everyone in this empty room he was afraid that this has all been a mistake.
“Does anyone know what’s going on?”
Carter was nervous. He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen. A room full of ability-willed teens, who don’t know how to control their abilities. A camp that no one has heard of until now, a camp that could very well be scheme to get everyone here to run tests and god knows what else on them. He knew that coming here would be better than staying at home but now with everyone in this empty room he was afraid that this has all been a mistake.
“Does anyone know what’s going on?”
The straws of minimal hope had been lost to the depths of her mind, for she had to include herself into speaking. Once more; a hobby she could not overcome with ease. He was a stranger, wanting conversation with her, the lonesome girl who has stuck herself in the corner for the purposes of having been avoided, a plan which had gone unsuccessful. Her eyes were over his shoulder, staring at the grand, mahogany doors, with golden handles and a lion bust intricately carved, sitting plainly next to it. Emilia had been tensing herself, awaiting for someone to come barreling through the doors, shouting and screaming, arming themselves with guns or their own fists. One might have a disadvantage when fighting government officials, for they had the likeliness of being trained in fighting, while they didn't—Emilia needed to calm herself. Her thoughts were a spiraling madness, induced by fear which she happened to hide with a mask, a mask of plainness and blandness, a face which she could mimic ever so easily.
"I am a Whisperer. I put thoughts into people's heads." He could be her friend, but she shan't accept that, couldn't accept happiness or laughter, or even friendship. Emilia had lived her life, shrouded with people converted into normalcy and all these beliefs and politics and faithful recommendations. She was not like them, for they hadn't the capability of such odd abilities. But, here she was, in a room full of them. Emilia could make friends, or she could just let someone peer through her mask, figure out what makes her tick, or just to take a glimpse of her past self; of what she had been before her mother had passed.
Their was a thing called emotions, which she ever so disliked, for if she were to prove herself to be happy and laughing, that would clearly be a disappointment to her own self, for she was being happy without her mother. Carter spoke again, a question, something that none could answer, but Emilia had an opinionated answer.
"I haven't an idea, but I have a rather quaint feeling about this area, whether it be a trap or just some disguised joke—it just doesn't seem right." Emilia stated blatantly, before settling herself in a chair, finding little comfort in the plush pillows that overcrowded the seat, and the cloth fabric which was clearly sewn improperly. The stitching was overlapping in some certain places, while other pieces of fabric hung out, swinging in any breath or breeze. For being such a formal place, they didn't have the greatest furniture.
I noted the shorter girl's movements, tone, expressions as she replied to everything I'd said, thinking her kind of amusing. She seems like someone I could possibly get along with.
”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.”
I smiled, feeling a little bit more relaxed than I had earlier, "Norrie, then."
As she shifted her weight, Norrie asked, ”What do you think about all this?” And the relaxed feeling faded.
"I think it's strange, like maybe I shouldn't have come. Though, that's probably just my nerves talking." I sighed, taking a hand out of my pocket to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, "But really, I hate not knowing what's going on..." I almost laughed. I've always hated not knowing things, yet I refused to purposefully listen in on someone's thoughts. A clash of interests there, huh?
Just about that time, a door opened on the other end of the room, and for some reason, my attention was drawn to whoever was stepping through it. A man who appeared older than the rest of us, though I couldn't really place an age (maybe in his mid-thirties or something?), stepped through. His expression, posture, and well, everything about him appeared relaxed, unaffected by the prospect of walking into a room filled with a bunch of freaks. It kind of made me uneasy seeing just how perfectly composed he was. Then I noticed that I wasn't the only one who felt it, because the room was suddenly quiet.
He walked to the center of the far wall before stopping and glancing around the room at a leisurely pace. It was like he was making sure he made eye contact with every kid in the room, me included, because before I could look away, our eyes met. I went rigid, feeling a slight tingle at the base of my skull. My breath caught and my eyes widened. I'd heard thoughts, but had never slipped into someone's memories without touching them before, and the tingles were the sign that I was about to be swept up in this guy's memory lane... But nothing happened. As soon as his eyes moved on, away from mine, the tingles stopped, and I was beyond confused.
"Wha... What just happened?" I breathed out, more uncomfortable than when I first walked into this place. I took both hand out of my pockets and crossed my arms and picking at the fabric of my jacket.
When the man had done a full sweep of the room, a small but welcoming smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, fluctuating in a way that matched his relaxed appearance. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."
That's comforting. I really wasn't sure what to think, but then again, the two I'd been traveling with had been different from me... I glanced at Pamella, wondering what she could do.
"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." He started to pace, putting one arm behind his back and motioning with the other as he talked. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."
He stopped pacing. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
What was with this guy's short way of talking? It was a little bit annoying to me, but also somehow intimidating. I guess it was because of how nonchalant his voice was that it unnerved me. Did he think we were all idiots? My stomach flipped as he talked. How could we NOT be afraid of them?
He was silent for a moment, as if he were letting whatever he'd said sink in before continuing.
”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.”
I smiled, feeling a little bit more relaxed than I had earlier, "Norrie, then."
As she shifted her weight, Norrie asked, ”What do you think about all this?” And the relaxed feeling faded.
"I think it's strange, like maybe I shouldn't have come. Though, that's probably just my nerves talking." I sighed, taking a hand out of my pocket to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, "But really, I hate not knowing what's going on..." I almost laughed. I've always hated not knowing things, yet I refused to purposefully listen in on someone's thoughts. A clash of interests there, huh?
Just about that time, a door opened on the other end of the room, and for some reason, my attention was drawn to whoever was stepping through it. A man who appeared older than the rest of us, though I couldn't really place an age (maybe in his mid-thirties or something?), stepped through. His expression, posture, and well, everything about him appeared relaxed, unaffected by the prospect of walking into a room filled with a bunch of freaks. It kind of made me uneasy seeing just how perfectly composed he was. Then I noticed that I wasn't the only one who felt it, because the room was suddenly quiet.
He walked to the center of the far wall before stopping and glancing around the room at a leisurely pace. It was like he was making sure he made eye contact with every kid in the room, me included, because before I could look away, our eyes met. I went rigid, feeling a slight tingle at the base of my skull. My breath caught and my eyes widened. I'd heard thoughts, but had never slipped into someone's memories without touching them before, and the tingles were the sign that I was about to be swept up in this guy's memory lane... But nothing happened. As soon as his eyes moved on, away from mine, the tingles stopped, and I was beyond confused.
"Wha... What just happened?" I breathed out, more uncomfortable than when I first walked into this place. I took both hand out of my pockets and crossed my arms and picking at the fabric of my jacket.
When the man had done a full sweep of the room, a small but welcoming smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, fluctuating in a way that matched his relaxed appearance. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."
That's comforting. I really wasn't sure what to think, but then again, the two I'd been traveling with had been different from me... I glanced at Pamella, wondering what she could do.
"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." He started to pace, putting one arm behind his back and motioning with the other as he talked. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."
He stopped pacing. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
What was with this guy's short way of talking? It was a little bit annoying to me, but also somehow intimidating. I guess it was because of how nonchalant his voice was that it unnerved me. Did he think we were all idiots? My stomach flipped as he talked. How could we NOT be afraid of them?
He was silent for a moment, as if he were letting whatever he'd said sink in before continuing.
The boy did not answer right away. It was almost as if he were stalling, waiting for an interruption to occur. And so it did, coming in the form of a man who seemed calm and relaxed as he entered the room. He ambled into the crowd of freaks with a gait that spoke reassurance and gave a placating aura. He contrasted with the overall mood of the room which was one of apprehension and unease. His ease was superior to even the façade that Jessica had spent years fine tuning. It was as if this older man was oblivious and, rather than would not, could not see the fearful looks he was getting from his crowd.
But at the same time he was carrying the burden of a powerful responsibility that weighed down upon his shoulders. This was much like the others in the room, encumbered by the abilities that they all had. Rather than being “powers” they were more of curses put upon each of them. Contrary, however, to his younger peers, the man seemed to have not quite given up yet. The invisible weight was still upon his shoulders but it was as if he had learned to lift it in the proper way.
He gave off an intimidating feel the way a teacher would when berating a child. Instinctively the room seemed to cower before the power the man possessed as if they were being harshly excoriated simply by his presence. He felt familiar yet unknown. Intimate yet inscrutable. It was odd how enticing his presence was. How Jessica, if she let herself, could become relaxed. But she had to be alert. There was definitely an intimidating presence around him.
He met eyes with each and every one of the many people in the room and the tingling at the nape of her neck began, signaling that he was somehow using his powers on her. Jessica stiffened losing her cool composure in that terrifying moment. She took a sharp intake of a breath and the world seemed to spin at the same speed her mind was whirling with all the horrors he could be pressing upon her. But in a split second it was gone and he broke the contact with her widened orbs to move on to yet another pair of eyes.
Jessica let her breath out with a sigh and then took several deep inhales and exhales in order to steady her rapidly beating heart and wild pulse. She then attempted to look as if she had not been afflicted by the encounter of the eyes. It had been a fierce intense battle and she had lost, unable to shut him out or do much of anything.
The blonde finally had a description for the man. Queer. Strange. Intense. Three simple words that held neither a negative connotation, nor a positive one. Though the former two could be taken as an insult, Jessica simply intended to name the man’s main attributes that stood out to her at first glance.
After he had made sure that all attention was focused towards him he smiled. It was as smooth and easy as his entrance had been but it still seemed, not forced, but as if another was controlling his facial expressions. Jessica supposed this was his idea of a welcoming grin.
When he at last spoke, the girl found that the pitch made contact with her ears in a rather nice way, for his tone was soft spoken but powerful, managing to reach every ear in the room in which his audience stood in. It was loud enough to echo, Jessica noted, and quiet enough that he didn’t come off as overbearing.
“I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others. To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not...”
As he spoke, he began to pace gesturing slightly with one hand while putting the other behind his back, giving the appearance of a well-educated professor. Indeed the man was knowledgeable on the subject and Jessica couldn’t help wonder if he had studied it before or conducted experiments. It did seem odd that his title was that of a Doctor and that he knew so much about the subject. Putting these two pieces of evidence together, it seemed quite plausible that he had, perhaps in that past, been involved in studies connected to these special abilities.
“Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories.”
‘Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories.’ So she was a Listener. She almost wanted to laugh for joy that she was not insane or to try the title aloud tasting it on her tongue. But she did not, for fear of breaking the intent silence that was no longer awkward but instead eager and curious.
“Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them. That means if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them.”
At the last sentence, Jessica audibly snorted. How was it possible to not live in fear? She would love to see the day when she wasn’t conscious of coming in physical contact with others, didn’t mind eye contact, and even embraced her power. Though she usually cleverly concealed her emotions, this time around she allowed the disbelief to show upon her face. And here she had actually begun to believe in, even respect this “Doctor.”
Ian
Carter
Ian continued to wander the large room, still fiddling with this fingers, looking at all the other kids making acquaintances and talking with each other. Ian felt as though he should too but that probably wasn’t the best idea. They’d want to touch him and he wouldn’t know how to stop or what they were trying to do. Before Ian could make an escape for a corner in the room, a girl was already making her way over to him. A beautiful blonde in fact. Ian noticed and stopped fidgeting and whispering to himself. He gulped down hard, afraid of what might occur. “Hi, I’m Jessica.”
Ian looked her right in the eyes for a couple of seconds, he could feel a tingling at the base of his skull. A sensation he never felt when working with his animals. He broke eye contact and just as he was about to answer and introduce himself, a man stepped through the doorway, sending a silence through the room. Everyone hushed their conversation in order to direct their attention towards the mysterious man. He was older than the rest of them, he looked to be a little worn out. As if, he’s been here for a while. He came in, making eye contact with everyone. Ian met his eyes, the tingling sensation at the nape of his neck reappeared only this time he couldn’t break it. He felt an empty pit in his stomach, a frog in his throat, he got nervous. Afraid of what would happen if the eye contact didn’t stop.
The man stood out in front of everyone as he scanned the room, making everyone uncomfortable and making the base of their skull tingle. He stopped staring down into the depths of each person’s soul and began to speak. His voice was soft and mellow, as though there was no reason for anyone to be alarmed by his entry. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others.”
That would only make sense, Ian thought. “To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." Dr. Mason paced the room as he began reading off what each ability is. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories.”
I’m an Illusionist Ian’s mind spit as soon as he heard it. I can play with people’s senses. I made Stephanie blind. His mind went back to his sister’s condition that was inexplicable to doctors. Dr. Mason’s voice continued but Ian’s mind didn’t follow. “Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them."Dr. Mason paused for a moment and Ian came back to when Dr. Mason started to speak again.
"That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
Ian looked her right in the eyes for a couple of seconds, he could feel a tingling at the base of his skull. A sensation he never felt when working with his animals. He broke eye contact and just as he was about to answer and introduce himself, a man stepped through the doorway, sending a silence through the room. Everyone hushed their conversation in order to direct their attention towards the mysterious man. He was older than the rest of them, he looked to be a little worn out. As if, he’s been here for a while. He came in, making eye contact with everyone. Ian met his eyes, the tingling sensation at the nape of his neck reappeared only this time he couldn’t break it. He felt an empty pit in his stomach, a frog in his throat, he got nervous. Afraid of what would happen if the eye contact didn’t stop.
The man stood out in front of everyone as he scanned the room, making everyone uncomfortable and making the base of their skull tingle. He stopped staring down into the depths of each person’s soul and began to speak. His voice was soft and mellow, as though there was no reason for anyone to be alarmed by his entry. "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others.”
That would only make sense, Ian thought. “To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." Dr. Mason paced the room as he began reading off what each ability is. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories.”
I’m an Illusionist Ian’s mind spit as soon as he heard it. I can play with people’s senses. I made Stephanie blind. His mind went back to his sister’s condition that was inexplicable to doctors. Dr. Mason’s voice continued but Ian’s mind didn’t follow. “Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them."Dr. Mason paused for a moment and Ian came back to when Dr. Mason started to speak again.
"That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
Carter
”That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can’t be afraid of them.”
Wait. What? Carter was extremely confused about everything that was going on at this point. Ok, he has powers, he knew this already. He knew that he was able to grab full control of what was going on. He knew that he was a freak. Christ if there’s anything he didn’t know it was why the hell he came here in the first place. This idiot was just telling him everything he already knew. He didn’t know how many other abilities there were but he could’ve figured that out by asking around. He made this trip, away from his family, away from what he called home to be told everything he already knew. What a rip off. Lemme guess, there’ll be a $400 charge at the door for all this information right? Carter thought to himself as he scoffed aloud.
He patted on both his legs loud, groaned and stood, “Right. Well… He looked around, eyes were on him and it was little bit more intimidating than he had anticipated. Carter didn’t mind eyes on his, at all. But when each set of eyes on him had an ability that could alter the way he thinks or what he can hear or smell, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to be the center of attention anymore. “Tell me, Dr. Mason. Why the hell is this place open? What good is it bringing you to get a whole bunch of kids in what might as well be a fucking concentration camp just so that we can learn to ‘control’ our abilities?” Carter asked in a somewhat mocking voice. “Quite honestly, I’ve had enough of these stupid powers and I Just want to know where the hell the customer service desk is because I want to return this shit.”
Carter was angry now. He wasn’t curious or scared anymore. He was angry. He thought this was all a load of shit. This guy was coming in here and making all these teens basically surrender their lives as normal teenagers so this weird ass guy could come in and making a living off of them. “I’ll just see myself out.” Carter moved through the crowds of feet below him, trying to get by swiftly without stepping or touching anyone. He needed to get to the door, he needed to escape. He couldn’t just sit here and listen to this guy anymore. He didn’t get far though, upon reaching the door handle and pulling it down towards him, two large men were on the opposite side, pushing their way in, forcing Carter to back up. He turned around and made eye contact with a man he swore to be a foe, not a friend.
Wait. What? Carter was extremely confused about everything that was going on at this point. Ok, he has powers, he knew this already. He knew that he was able to grab full control of what was going on. He knew that he was a freak. Christ if there’s anything he didn’t know it was why the hell he came here in the first place. This idiot was just telling him everything he already knew. He didn’t know how many other abilities there were but he could’ve figured that out by asking around. He made this trip, away from his family, away from what he called home to be told everything he already knew. What a rip off. Lemme guess, there’ll be a $400 charge at the door for all this information right? Carter thought to himself as he scoffed aloud.
He patted on both his legs loud, groaned and stood, “Right. Well… He looked around, eyes were on him and it was little bit more intimidating than he had anticipated. Carter didn’t mind eyes on his, at all. But when each set of eyes on him had an ability that could alter the way he thinks or what he can hear or smell, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to be the center of attention anymore. “Tell me, Dr. Mason. Why the hell is this place open? What good is it bringing you to get a whole bunch of kids in what might as well be a fucking concentration camp just so that we can learn to ‘control’ our abilities?” Carter asked in a somewhat mocking voice. “Quite honestly, I’ve had enough of these stupid powers and I Just want to know where the hell the customer service desk is because I want to return this shit.”
Carter was angry now. He wasn’t curious or scared anymore. He was angry. He thought this was all a load of shit. This guy was coming in here and making all these teens basically surrender their lives as normal teenagers so this weird ass guy could come in and making a living off of them. “I’ll just see myself out.” Carter moved through the crowds of feet below him, trying to get by swiftly without stepping or touching anyone. He needed to get to the door, he needed to escape. He couldn’t just sit here and listen to this guy anymore. He didn’t get far though, upon reaching the door handle and pulling it down towards him, two large men were on the opposite side, pushing their way in, forcing Carter to back up. He turned around and made eye contact with a man he swore to be a foe, not a friend.
Emilia shifted, the chair underneath her creaking with age, worn, although the exterior proved otherwise. She discovered Carter to have suddenly left without haste, and she had almost sighed with reassurance, if it weren't for the fact that she had the decency to not expose her conscience thoughts. Her thoughts were immersed in judgmental statements and rudeness. How peevish of her. Emilia stared to her right, clearly not wanting to occupy her time with the sudden arrival of a loud-talking doctor, claiming to be a man with the name of Mason, and an oration had followed. The ideal source of powers were to come form the knowledge of courage, rather than fear; it was all too obvious, but she hadn't the time to accept courage, for she was too busy fearing a reality which may overcome her senses. Punish her for being the unwary, ignorant fool she always liked to hide in the shadowed depths of her mind. Carter didn't seem very fearful, for he were to be the one wanting to leave, although having the persistence to force his way through a murmuring, uneasy crowd, to only get shoved back into the masses of people. She envied his courage, wishing that she shan't be the one to hide in a shell, cornering herself in the very own chair she sat among—scratchy and itchy, deprived of comfort and a mere torture to her skin. Perhaps the torture was necessary, for she were to be the one torturing others via verbal confrontation.
Enough with the low-life thoughts. Depression tends to overcome her at times where she happens to lose any interest in anything, such as a time of this man entering the room, the time where boys are not bothering her, and itchy chairs itch her no more. It is the blank state of mind, where she is able to brood and think, to remember how stupid and hilariously pitiful she is. Rather than continue her madness, she stands upright, although her posture quickly retreats to the slouching, arm-crossed position. A posture she tends to favor. The posture lacking confidence, while others show their pride, through grim faces and watchful eyes, they stand tall, they stand at a full height, and Emilia is the one who is surrounded by the giants with proper egos, while her own recedes to an improper demeanor she has forever gained. Due respect to the death of her mother, and the leaving of her childhood home; where most memories were born and flourished, until becoming a monochromatic loop of horror when things spiraled in a consecutive turmoil.
One normal being who weren't to spend their days, typing away at keys or scrawling their own thoughts in journals may call that losing their own mind, but she likes to call it the void of blankness. It has a better name— menacing and showing weakness in all of the sides, for losing their minds gains a respect from others, where others come to comfort you and say everything is alright. The void of blankness just allows one to get lost, such as Emilia has, and others cannot comfort the being. They watch them break apart, a shattering china vase or the mere silence of tears streaming down one's face. It is enough to know that the being has been broken, and cannot be repaired with tape nor love.
I really do wish I had brought my pen and paper.
Alexis
"Right. Well... Tell me, Dr. Mason. Why the hell is this place open? What good is it bringing you to get a whole bunch of kids in what might as well be a fucking concentration camp just so that we can learn to 'control' our abilities? Quite honestly, I've had enough of these stupid powers and I Just want to know where the hell the customer service desk is because I want to return this shit."
My eyes darted towards the boy who'd spoken, surprised and a bit unsure if it was very wise of him, but at the same time was relieved that he had said something. He'd broken the silence that, though only lasting for a second, had seemed to stretch on forever. Why would silence bother me though? I was usually extremely comfortable with silence. Well, maybe it was because of the tense atmosphere that had been forming around them and held an almost physical pressure. It seemed to lift, but my relief was short lived as the tension actually seemed to spike. My heart was pounding. But, wait... what good was it doing me to get excited? Stay calm. Stay calm and watch, and then I can come up with my best course of action. That's how I'd survived until now.
"I'll just see myself out."
I crossed my arms as the boy made for the door, and leaned back against the wall when he was forced back in by two guys. I watched as the boy made eye contact with Dr. Mason with a not-so-friendly expression. I scanned the room, looking for possible ways to escape if things went South, only finding the door Dr. Mason had come through and the one the boy had tried to leave through. That makes for a bit of a pinch. I shook my head to clear it before looking back at the man who I was seriously starting to question.
Dr. Mason ((3rd person objective POV))
He held eye contact with Carter, raising an eyebrow, but otherwise, the assertions didn't seem to phase him. "First off, I didn't make you come here, you searched for Arzura yourself," Dr. Mason gave a hard stare to the two men who had forced the boy back into the room, and they backed off immediately, as if they were children who had been caught doing something wrong, "so if you want to leave, then go ahead. I, myself, and no one in Arzura will force you to stay." He put more emphasis on "no one", his voice on that word colder than ice, and the two men flinched. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before crossing his arms and taking on a bored expression.
Dr. Mason's voice matched his expression with a bored tone as he met Carter's eyes again, yet his voice also took on a more serious note, though it was barely detectable. "To answer your questions... First," He uncrossed his arms, motioning around him, "this place is open because the government and its cronies can't find it," and he crossed his arms back. "Right now, it's the only place that Tracers can't get to. Also, it's the only place where it's safe to use and master your abilities without destroying the lives of the people around you. Second, as for what good it will bring me? The answer to that, is that I gain absolutely nothing. I mentioned before that I'm like all of you. I know what it's like to feel scared, lost, frustrated, and out of control. I know what can happen if you don't get control of your ability..." He trailed off as if remembering something before continuing.
Then, Dr. Mason, using the same words and mocking tone as Carter had, said, "And, quite honestly, whether you've had enough of these powers or not, they're yours for life, kid."
The bored tone returned, and he shrugged. "If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all."
"Right. Well... Tell me, Dr. Mason. Why the hell is this place open? What good is it bringing you to get a whole bunch of kids in what might as well be a fucking concentration camp just so that we can learn to 'control' our abilities? Quite honestly, I've had enough of these stupid powers and I Just want to know where the hell the customer service desk is because I want to return this shit."
My eyes darted towards the boy who'd spoken, surprised and a bit unsure if it was very wise of him, but at the same time was relieved that he had said something. He'd broken the silence that, though only lasting for a second, had seemed to stretch on forever. Why would silence bother me though? I was usually extremely comfortable with silence. Well, maybe it was because of the tense atmosphere that had been forming around them and held an almost physical pressure. It seemed to lift, but my relief was short lived as the tension actually seemed to spike. My heart was pounding. But, wait... what good was it doing me to get excited? Stay calm. Stay calm and watch, and then I can come up with my best course of action. That's how I'd survived until now.
"I'll just see myself out."
I crossed my arms as the boy made for the door, and leaned back against the wall when he was forced back in by two guys. I watched as the boy made eye contact with Dr. Mason with a not-so-friendly expression. I scanned the room, looking for possible ways to escape if things went South, only finding the door Dr. Mason had come through and the one the boy had tried to leave through. That makes for a bit of a pinch. I shook my head to clear it before looking back at the man who I was seriously starting to question.
Dr. Mason ((3rd person objective POV))
He held eye contact with Carter, raising an eyebrow, but otherwise, the assertions didn't seem to phase him. "First off, I didn't make you come here, you searched for Arzura yourself," Dr. Mason gave a hard stare to the two men who had forced the boy back into the room, and they backed off immediately, as if they were children who had been caught doing something wrong, "so if you want to leave, then go ahead. I, myself, and no one in Arzura will force you to stay." He put more emphasis on "no one", his voice on that word colder than ice, and the two men flinched. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before crossing his arms and taking on a bored expression.
Dr. Mason's voice matched his expression with a bored tone as he met Carter's eyes again, yet his voice also took on a more serious note, though it was barely detectable. "To answer your questions... First," He uncrossed his arms, motioning around him, "this place is open because the government and its cronies can't find it," and he crossed his arms back. "Right now, it's the only place that Tracers can't get to. Also, it's the only place where it's safe to use and master your abilities without destroying the lives of the people around you. Second, as for what good it will bring me? The answer to that, is that I gain absolutely nothing. I mentioned before that I'm like all of you. I know what it's like to feel scared, lost, frustrated, and out of control. I know what can happen if you don't get control of your ability..." He trailed off as if remembering something before continuing.
Then, Dr. Mason, using the same words and mocking tone as Carter had, said, "And, quite honestly, whether you've had enough of these powers or not, they're yours for life, kid."
The bored tone returned, and he shrugged. "If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all."
A angst symphony played out before Pamellas cerulean eyes when the door at the other end of the room opened. She watched Alexis attention be drawn to his presence at the same time a silence following. Every breath could be heard, some shaky, raspy, calm, and quickened. The silence became a canvas of each persons melody. Norrie never once took her eyes off of Alexis, but her ears perked up at each gentle step he took. Then he stopped, and she watched as the willow tree in front of her tensed.
"Wha... What just happened?" Alexis breathed out, as she removed her hands from the safety of her pockets and crossed her arms. She picked at the strings on her jacket, but Pam saw her as a tree picking at its leaves. Concern coated her homely face like caramel strips over chocolate balls.
”Are you alright-?” the outlines of Alexis body blurred as micro tingles erupted simultaneously at the nape of her neck and back of her head. For a split second, she was caught into a foggy mind set. It was as if she was at the edge of the cosmic(a spiritual term used by hippies when they reach a certain state within themselves.) Suddenly, she was tugged back to earth and wonder struck her. And then he spoke.
"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."
Norrie and Alexis eyes met, she wondered what she was thinking? Her toes curled in, was she the only one left hanging with excitement at the sound of his voice? She smiled hopefully.
"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." She could hear him pacing. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."
I'm an Eraser....!!!!!
He stopped. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
Afraid? Pam has never been afraid of herself. She knew something was different about her when even her parents had forgotten her but it wasn't her fault. She couldn't control the fact of her inability to manipulate her powers or even know what she could do. She was too young. Being forgotten has given her a chance to do something people don't learn till possibly death. Acceptance of yourself. She's loved herself more than anyone, because even if others didn't remember her she never forgot them or the memories each created in her heart. Hating never gets anyone anywhere. She flinched when Carter interrupted the silence she welcomed for thinking. She met eyes with who she hoped would become a dear friend to her. Alexis. What did she think of all this and Carters reaction? It didn't take long for Dr. Mason to retaliate calmly. Listing off an answer to each one of the young mans questions, he finished off with one last point.
"If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all." With this, Norrie pivoted on the back of her heel and spread her hands out wide with a cheesy smile.
”Dr. Mason Sir, I-...I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!” She met eyes with him directly, she wasn't afraid even if this place and him were full of unknowns. Silence fell again, and she coughed before folding her hands in front of her. ”Sorry if I spoke out of term, Sir.” Her cheeks heated up at the thought of him disliking her already. She hoped he wasn't offended, she never intended for that.
"Wha... What just happened?" Alexis breathed out, as she removed her hands from the safety of her pockets and crossed her arms. She picked at the strings on her jacket, but Pam saw her as a tree picking at its leaves. Concern coated her homely face like caramel strips over chocolate balls.
”Are you alright-?” the outlines of Alexis body blurred as micro tingles erupted simultaneously at the nape of her neck and back of her head. For a split second, she was caught into a foggy mind set. It was as if she was at the edge of the cosmic(a spiritual term used by hippies when they reach a certain state within themselves.) Suddenly, she was tugged back to earth and wonder struck her. And then he spoke.
"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions you'd like to ask, but let's try to make this part brief. I'm Dr. James Mason, and every one of you gathered here has obtained a special ability, though yours may be different from others."
Norrie and Alexis eyes met, she wondered what she was thinking? Her toes curled in, was she the only one left hanging with excitement at the sound of his voice? She smiled hopefully.
"To make things easy on you, I've sort of summed things up, dividing the abilities into five categories: Erasers, Illusionists, Manipulators, Whisperers, and Listeners. Just by the names, you're probably able to tell which group you belong to, am I right? Well, if not..." She could hear him pacing. "Erasers erase memories. Illusionists control the senses. Manipulators sense and manipulate the emotions. Whisperers can put thoughts or ideas into your head. Listeners can hear your thoughts and see memories."
I'm an Eraser....!!!!!
He stopped. "Like you, I have an ability. Unlike you, I know how to control and use it. Learning to control your abilities is one of the reasons your here, and to learn to control them, you'll have to train them." He paused before continuing, scanning the room again, "That means, if you want to control your abilities, you can't be afraid of them."
Afraid? Pam has never been afraid of herself. She knew something was different about her when even her parents had forgotten her but it wasn't her fault. She couldn't control the fact of her inability to manipulate her powers or even know what she could do. She was too young. Being forgotten has given her a chance to do something people don't learn till possibly death. Acceptance of yourself. She's loved herself more than anyone, because even if others didn't remember her she never forgot them or the memories each created in her heart. Hating never gets anyone anywhere. She flinched when Carter interrupted the silence she welcomed for thinking. She met eyes with who she hoped would become a dear friend to her. Alexis. What did she think of all this and Carters reaction? It didn't take long for Dr. Mason to retaliate calmly. Listing off an answer to each one of the young mans questions, he finished off with one last point.
"If without knowing anything about Arzura, you compare it to a concentration camp, then, please, I beg you, show yourself out. If you don't want to learn how to control your abilities... Or learn how to protect your mind from others... Or learn how to live a normal life by containing your abilities and not fearing them... And if you want to run from Tracers for the rest of your life, then feel free to do so. After all, it's your life. You leaving won't affect me at all." With this, Norrie pivoted on the back of her heel and spread her hands out wide with a cheesy smile.
”Dr. Mason Sir, I-...I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!” She met eyes with him directly, she wasn't afraid even if this place and him were full of unknowns. Silence fell again, and she coughed before folding her hands in front of her. ”Sorry if I spoke out of term, Sir.” Her cheeks heated up at the thought of him disliking her already. She hoped he wasn't offended, she never intended for that.
Alexis
(OOC: alright, I'm just gonna post to get things moving a bit. I know it's not the best post, but, hey. catch up when you can)
After hearing the Mason guy respond, I knew I needed to stay. Everything he said dropped heavily onto my mind. Just I as was beginning to sink into my own thoughts, I was jolted back to reality by a now-familiar voice:
"Dr. Mason Sir, I-... I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!"
The spontaneously excited outburst caused all my negative thoughts, well, in fact all thoughts I had to disappear as I stared, shocked and dumbfounded at the girl whose company I'd come to enjoy. I watched Norrie fold her hands in front of her with a cough at the hanging silence.
"Sorry if I spoke out of turn, Sir."
My eyes went back to Mason. An amused and somewhat lopsided smile seemed to change this man's appearance, along with the feel he gave off. The small chuckle that escaped him changed the image even more. Where did the curt, bored and intimidating guy go?
Without thinking, I stepped closer to Norrie, placing my right hand onto her left shoulder, feeling a little confused. I must be overanalyzing him...
Dr. Mason shook his head and brought his hands up in a light shrug, that new appearance of his sticking. A fleeting thougt came to me that he might have multiple personalities... No... The same dangerous feeling was still there, muted, but present.
"Out of turn? I'm not that formal of a guy." His voice was pleasant compared to his previously dull and curt tone, causing me to tilt my head a bit at the change. "I'm glad you're eager to learn. Not fearing your power just means you're one step ahead. There's plenty more to take, yet."
The tension in the room has faded to a dull buzz rather than a crackling roar. Was this the same guy who infused the very tension he was now defusing?
I watched, kindly captivated by the strangeness of it all as Mason knitted his fingers together and stretched his arms out in front of him, knuckles cracking in the process. He looked around at everyone as he relaxed his hands into his pockets, his smile relaxing as well.
"Well, if you're staying, I guess that means I'll have to give you a room, huh?"
My hand slid down from Norrie's shoulder quickly, in a panic as I felt a prickle and a pull at the back of my mind. The feeling disappeared, and I sighed with relief. That was close. Way too close. I didn't want to get pulled into a tidal wave of memories right now. I didn't know if I pulled away fast enough to not listen in on my friend's thoughts. I could never notice if that particular link was made, but I would know soon enough. Either I'd hear her or I wouldn't, and I was hoping for the latter.
"Grab another person to room with, girls with girls, guys with guys, and I'll give you each a room key. For now, feel free to explore and hand out. The information about how this place works will be on your beds."
Without saying anything else, he left through the door he'd come in by. A few people at a time started to follow him out, and soon, everyone who stayed had a key. The place was amazing. Definitely not as strange as the room we'd been in only moments before, though it was still a little out of the ordinary from my point of view. Big and amazing. Honestly, I would probably need a map. "A map would be good..."
Some people decided to go exploring right off the bat, while others headed for their rooms on the second and third floors.
(OOC: alright, I'm just gonna post to get things moving a bit. I know it's not the best post, but, hey. catch up when you can)
After hearing the Mason guy respond, I knew I needed to stay. Everything he said dropped heavily onto my mind. Just I as was beginning to sink into my own thoughts, I was jolted back to reality by a now-familiar voice:
"Dr. Mason Sir, I-... I am not afraid of my gift but I want to stay here and learn!"
The spontaneously excited outburst caused all my negative thoughts, well, in fact all thoughts I had to disappear as I stared, shocked and dumbfounded at the girl whose company I'd come to enjoy. I watched Norrie fold her hands in front of her with a cough at the hanging silence.
"Sorry if I spoke out of turn, Sir."
My eyes went back to Mason. An amused and somewhat lopsided smile seemed to change this man's appearance, along with the feel he gave off. The small chuckle that escaped him changed the image even more. Where did the curt, bored and intimidating guy go?
Without thinking, I stepped closer to Norrie, placing my right hand onto her left shoulder, feeling a little confused. I must be overanalyzing him...
Dr. Mason shook his head and brought his hands up in a light shrug, that new appearance of his sticking. A fleeting thougt came to me that he might have multiple personalities... No... The same dangerous feeling was still there, muted, but present.
"Out of turn? I'm not that formal of a guy." His voice was pleasant compared to his previously dull and curt tone, causing me to tilt my head a bit at the change. "I'm glad you're eager to learn. Not fearing your power just means you're one step ahead. There's plenty more to take, yet."
The tension in the room has faded to a dull buzz rather than a crackling roar. Was this the same guy who infused the very tension he was now defusing?
I watched, kindly captivated by the strangeness of it all as Mason knitted his fingers together and stretched his arms out in front of him, knuckles cracking in the process. He looked around at everyone as he relaxed his hands into his pockets, his smile relaxing as well.
"Well, if you're staying, I guess that means I'll have to give you a room, huh?"
My hand slid down from Norrie's shoulder quickly, in a panic as I felt a prickle and a pull at the back of my mind. The feeling disappeared, and I sighed with relief. That was close. Way too close. I didn't want to get pulled into a tidal wave of memories right now. I didn't know if I pulled away fast enough to not listen in on my friend's thoughts. I could never notice if that particular link was made, but I would know soon enough. Either I'd hear her or I wouldn't, and I was hoping for the latter.
"Grab another person to room with, girls with girls, guys with guys, and I'll give you each a room key. For now, feel free to explore and hand out. The information about how this place works will be on your beds."
Without saying anything else, he left through the door he'd come in by. A few people at a time started to follow him out, and soon, everyone who stayed had a key. The place was amazing. Definitely not as strange as the room we'd been in only moments before, though it was still a little out of the ordinary from my point of view. Big and amazing. Honestly, I would probably need a map. "A map would be good..."
Some people decided to go exploring right off the bat, while others headed for their rooms on the second and third floors.
Norrie's sanguine outburst dug up a different side of Dr. Mason. Everything about him changed, before he was completely peremptory but now he resembled the little boys Norrie played with out on the streets. Little children in red knitted beanies and patch work coats who shared personal and boisterous laughs with people like them as they played hop-scotch. People without a home. A tough branch with hanging leaves gripped Norrie's shoulder, she tilted her head gaining a better view of her willow. Within the few minutes of knowing Alexis, she knew this wasn't a typical action. The doctor gave a light shrug before taking back her attention.
"Out of turn? I'm not that formal of a guy." Pamella smiled childishly as her cheeks heated, "I'm glad you're eager to learn. Not fearing your power just means you're one step ahead. There's plenty more to take, yet." She waited expectantly for his next words, every sentence he spoke felt like an unfinished symphony. A cliffhanger she wanted to jump down in order to see the next phase. He gazed around at everyone. "Well, if you're staying, I guess that means I'll have to give you a room, huh?" Alex's hands slipped from her shoulder, a relieved sigh shortly followed. The red-head raised an eyebrow. "Grab another person to room with, girls with girls, guys with guys, and I'll give you each a room key. For now, feel free to explore and hang out. The information about how this place works will be on your beds." Pam didn't wait to watch him head out the door before speaking.
”You alright Alex?” She asked.
"A map would be good..." she said softly. Pamella giggled.
”Yeah, it would huh?”
"Out of turn? I'm not that formal of a guy." Pamella smiled childishly as her cheeks heated, "I'm glad you're eager to learn. Not fearing your power just means you're one step ahead. There's plenty more to take, yet." She waited expectantly for his next words, every sentence he spoke felt like an unfinished symphony. A cliffhanger she wanted to jump down in order to see the next phase. He gazed around at everyone. "Well, if you're staying, I guess that means I'll have to give you a room, huh?" Alex's hands slipped from her shoulder, a relieved sigh shortly followed. The red-head raised an eyebrow. "Grab another person to room with, girls with girls, guys with guys, and I'll give you each a room key. For now, feel free to explore and hang out. The information about how this place works will be on your beds." Pam didn't wait to watch him head out the door before speaking.
”You alright Alex?” She asked.
"A map would be good..." she said softly. Pamella giggled.
”Yeah, it would huh?”
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Pamella Norway
"I like to be a free spirit. Some don't like that, but that's the way I am."
Jasper
“Accept everything about yourself–I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end–no apologies, no regrets.”
Jessica Davis
"It's not like I WANT to hear your thoughts anyway."
Dr. Mason
Creater of Arzura
Ian Humprey
"I promise you, you touch me and you'll never see me again."
Carter Denz
"Just looking at you sends my brain into haywire."
Kit Jaejoong
Charming, warm, gracious, creative and a diverse individual with richly developed insights into what makes other people tick.
Sundry J. Jameson
"Their not like you Sun, they cant take your memories. Just breath, you can do this." -Sundry to herself.
Jackson D. Glope
"No, it never occurred for me to use this on them. I want the real them, not my puppets of them."
Emilia Dolan
An eighteen-year old girl who is known for keeping to herself, unless proven otherwise; but once acquaintanced with her, she will show more than what her exterior holds.
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Jackson D. Glope
"No, it never occurred for me to use this on them. I want the real them, not my puppets of them."
Pamella Norway
"I like to be a free spirit. Some don't like that, but that's the way I am."
Dr. Mason
Creater of Arzura
Jessica Davis
"It's not like I WANT to hear your thoughts anyway."
Sundry J. Jameson
"Their not like you Sun, they cant take your memories. Just breath, you can do this." -Sundry to herself.
Ian Humprey
"I promise you, you touch me and you'll never see me again."
Kit Jaejoong
Charming, warm, gracious, creative and a diverse individual with richly developed insights into what makes other people tick.
Carter Denz
"Just looking at you sends my brain into haywire."
Emilia Dolan
An eighteen-year old girl who is known for keeping to herself, unless proven otherwise; but once acquaintanced with her, she will show more than what her exterior holds.
Jasper
“Accept everything about yourself–I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end–no apologies, no regrets.”
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Jackson D. Glope
"No, it never occurred for me to use this on them. I want the real them, not my puppets of them."
Emilia Dolan
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Kit Jaejoong
Charming, warm, gracious, creative and a diverse individual with richly developed insights into what makes other people tick.
Alexis Rose
"You know I heard you think that, right?"
Jessica Davis
"It's not like I WANT to hear your thoughts anyway."
Sundry J. Jameson
"Their not like you Sun, they cant take your memories. Just breath, you can do this." -Sundry to herself.
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???I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.???
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Ian Humprey
"I promise you, you touch me and you'll never see me again."
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Well, how many artists do we have in the group? Would any of you want me to create an art thread for the RP?
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Okay, guys, it's cool to let me know when you're away for a while or can't post, but please try to have something up sometime soon (it's been a while since my last post).
@Tricia: If I really like your character, then it's a possibility~
@Tricia: If I really like your character, then it's a possibility~
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Hullo people :) I'm just wondering if you're still accepting characters... This RP looks really cool :)
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Hey, it's all cool :) I just now am working on a reply for one of the other roleplays I'm in that this new semester of college had made me completely forget about.
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Very sorry I haven't posted yet. Just recently got a new job and I'm working crazy hours. I'm working on a response as we speak
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I apologize as well. I've been traveling quite a bit this past week. I'll try to post in the near future.
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Sorry i havent been able to post, I have a huge paper due wednesday, after that ill post = )
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I want to cuddle lexiii I cant help but see her through pamellas eyes. Aaaaah the friendship that wl hopefully bud this spring lol
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Which is why, i write everything in my libre word office (huggles) I dont trust RPG after it has destroyed countless god given posts D =
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Happens to me all the time. My internet has been shitty lately, for no apparent reason, and so I've been caught in the midst of posting when it goes down.
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Don't y'all hate it when you're in the middle of posting a reply, and the webpage crashes?
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Alright~ I didn't give much info. about Erasers in the intro. or how the ability works. Sorry 'bout that, lol. Okay, so Erasers can't see anyone else's memories or anything like that when they erase them. It's like, touch, memories gone. If you've read "The Darkest Minds" by Alexandra Bracken, the erasing in this RP is very similar to how it happens in the book. For example, when you're erased from someone's mind, for a split second, you see an picture of yourself behind your eyes and every memory they have of you disappears. When your character better understands and can control the ability, you erase other people and things the same way.
I explained Listeners better than Erasers, but I also got the idea of how the ability works from that book, so if ya got questions about them, or any other abilities, please ask me about 'em <3
I explained Listeners better than Erasers, but I also got the idea of how the ability works from that book, so if ya got questions about them, or any other abilities, please ask me about 'em <3