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Ollie Barrett

"I miss the way that you saw me, or maybe the way I saw myself."

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a character in “We Are The Dimoni”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"I miss the way that you saw me, or maybe the way I saw myself."

End of All Days | Thirty Seconds To Mars || Who Do You Love? | Marianas Trench || Just In Time | There For Tomorrow






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Name:
Oliver James Barrett

Nicknames:
Ollie, Oll

Age:
17

Gender:
Male (he/his)

Sexuality:
Bisexual





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Ability:

Ollie's ability is that of fire manipulation. At a basic level, he can set things on fire with minimal contact, or even without contact. His skin is almost completely fireproof, allowing him to essentially turn himself into a human torch if he so wishes. However, due to the inaccessibility of fireproof clothing, he rarely does so. His power allows him to create and control fire- the fire that he creates is much easier for him to work with than fire from an outside source. He can cause explosions by compressing flames to a huge extent. However, while he's immune to the flames, the ensuing blast still affects his body. His immune system is slightly stronger than usual due to his increased body temperature, but this is balanced out by the fact that some medications don't work for the same reason. His body temperature also drops faster than usual, meaning that he's more prone to hypothermia than a normal person would be, and that hypothermia is a lot more dangerous for him than it would be for anyone else.


Appearance:

Ollie stands at 5'11 or thereabouts, with a small-ish frame. As a result, he comes across as long and lanky, which isn't helped by his lack of grace and habit of sprawling. His dark hair is curly and usually messy, falling just past his jawline. His jaw is strong, but not severe. His eyes are brown, their shade depending on the light. He's usually found smiling, or at least somewhat cheerful.




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Likes
  • Baseball
  • Basketball
  • Superhero movies
  • Reading
  • Hot drinks
  • Spy movies
  • Science
  • Crime shows
  • Drumming
  • Most types of music

Dislikes
  • Hospitals
  • Planes
  • Clowns
  • Iced coffee
  • Rom-coms
  • Being late
  • Bland food
  • Needles
  • Rap music
  • Music elitists

Talents
For somebody who's so ungraceful most of the time, Ollie's a surprisingly good sportsperson. He's fast, and has an almost impeccable aim. He's been playing drums since he was old enough to understand what they were, and as a result is an extremely talented drummer. He's so used to calming himself down that he can calm down just about anyone else.

Weaknesses
Ollie's co-ordination when he's not playing sports leaves a lot to be desired. He still struggles to work with other people due to his insecurities, and he struggles to trust for the same reason. He's easily manipulated as he'll do just about anything for anyone he loves, regardless of how they feel about him. He also can't swim.

Fears
He's terrified of water, due to previous experiences and his inability to swim.
He's also afraid of losing someone he loves.






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Personality:

It's hard to tell what Ollie is really like, because he doesn't let anyone in. On the surface, he's relatively chilled out. He's the person who gets in the middle of the fight to shove them apart without getting involved himself. He's friendly and is somewhat popular, but yet doesn't have any really close friends. Everybody knows of him, but nobody really knows him. He's a master of having a conversation with somebody without giving away anything about himself. He can be a little bit of a joker, although that trait has diminished significantly since he was younger. He can be quite determined when he needs to be. He's also not afraid to push people away if he feels like they're getting too close- which is when his anger comes out.

Inside, he's quite reluctant to trust. After being passed from foster family to foster family, he's stopped letting anyone in, convinced that it will always end badly. He's still hurting from his ex, and that affects everything he does. Beyond that, he's actually an incredibly friendly person. He loves very easily, and will do anything for the people he loves. He's struggled with anxiety issues since the accident, but thinks that telling other people will only drive them away even more. He just wants to be happy and be loved, but he doesn't want to be hurt even more, and so pushes everyone away, telling himself it's for the best.


History:

Ollie can't remember much of his early life. He can vaguely remember his mother's face and her perfume, as well as his father's favourite shirt and his favourite song. Perhaps his earliest memory is a young woman with a friendly face taking him somewhere and singing along to some silly song on the radio. He later found out that this was the woman who saved him, and this was when she was bringing away from his parents.

Some kids were lucky in foster care- they got fostered by a good family, who eventually went on to adopt them. Ollie was not one of them. As a kid, there were numerous couples who were interested in fostering him- but it always fell through. He was expecting to have to stay in the foster home until he turned 18- but then, out of nowhere, a family fostered him when he was 12. And what was more, it lasted for a year. He was starting to believe that he was finally getting his happy ending. But then it ended abruptly as the family had to move to Australia. It was shortly after this he discovered his power- he could set small pieces of paper alight with his mind. He started cautiously playing with it, always being careful, and managed to further develop his power without anyone getting hurt.

The same thing happened again when he was 14. He was a little more apprehensive this time, but gradually opened up. And shortly after that, he was sent back to the foster home. When he was 15, another family took him in- but when he came out to them as bisexual after almost nine months with them, he ended up back in the same place. When he was fostered yet again at 16, he was expecting it to go the same way. But surprisingly, it didn't. When he came out to them, they simply told him that as long as he was happy in himself, that was all that mattered to them. When he got a boyfriend, they welcomed him without any hesitation. It was all going far too well.

Like every couple, Ollie and his boyfriend argued, but usually made up. One night, after a pretty bad argument, they were driving home in silence. Or, rather, Ollie's boyfriend drove, Ollie sulked in the passenger seat. It was raining heavily, so they were being careful. But not everyone was- another car slammed into them, sending them over the edge of the bridge and into the water. Ollie was briefly knocked out, and the car was completely submerged when he came around. He panicked and made some of his injuries worse as he tried to get out of the car. He nearly drowned in the process, and ended up passing out again. He doesn't know who got him out of the car or how, but he came back around in hospital. His foster parents had to tell him about his boyfriend's death, which broke Ollie's heart. It was only made worse when he was transferred back into the care of the system because they had to move, and didn't think it was fair to try and move him while he was both injured and grieving.






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Other:
He frequently suffers from nightmares and the occasional panic attack. Cars make him incredibly anxious, but not to the point of having a panic attack.

Face Claim:
Alexander Arnold

Hexcode:
#8a0000

So begins...

Ollie Barrett's Story

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Despite how many foster families he'd been in, this was the first time that Ollie had actually been in an airport. The plane itself had been much better than he'd expected- better than a car, at least. As he reached the baggage claim, his battered suitcase and even more battered duffel bag had just begun their journey around the carousel. He grabbed them and made his way out to the entrance hall. Despite the fact that his new foster mom had told him that a driver would be picking him up, he still found himself looking for her. But all he found was a driver with a sign that read his name.

The car journey held the usual anxiety. He really, really wished there was some sort of alternative- but evidently there wasn't. He'd overheard the conversation between his care worker and Dalia, telling her about all of his... quirks. About his hatred for cars and water and his recurring nightmares. And about everything that had happened. Dalia had said she'd be able to handle it, but Ollie honestly doubted it. He was willing to bet that he'd be sent back at some point. But perhaps that wouldn't happen until he was eighteen, and he wouldn't have to actually go back. He'd finally be free.

The car journey was long enough to drive him almost insane, so when they pulled up outside the house, he was out of the car as soon as it had more or less stopped. He had his backpack on his back and his two other bags in his hands before he noticed the two other girls standing on the doorstep. One was blonde and incredibly well dressed- enough so to make him almost feel underdressed in his hoodie and jeans. The other was dark-haired, with her hair in a messy braid. Not even a stylishly messy braid like so many of the girls back in his last school used to wear- a genuinely disheveled braid. So he wasn't going to be an only child.

He headed up to the porch, forcing a bit of a smile onto his face. They were both somewhat familiar, but he couldn't put a name on either of them. "Hey," he simply said by way of greeting.

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Greyson hadnโ€™t experienced excitement before, so much so that she wasnโ€™t really able to recognize the feeling. She had to hitchhike her way from Santa Cruz, California with just her pack slung over her shoulder and a money belt wrapped around her waist under her clothes. She hadnโ€™t been able to shower in over two days outside of washing up in the sink of gas stations, fighting off the stink of body odor but hardly smelling like flowers. Although her hair was short and low maintenance, it was obvious it too had lacked care over the last few days. The pieces that usually fell in gentle waves to frame her soft, dark features had been pulled through her fingers time and time again until it fanned out in frizzy straight lines. Under her eyes were dark circles, but those were normal.

Her black vans shuffled across the road, the New Orleans humidity made her movement sluggish. One hand gripped a map where she had marked her route, the other held the strap of her back that was slung over her shoulder trying to relieve some of the pressure. At the end of the street she dropped the pack to her feet, hunching over as sweat dripped off her forehead to splash onto the road beside her foot. She couldnโ€™t help but to smile to herself, the trek seemed like it would never end and now that she was at the finishing line it felt like she was losing momentum. She reached into her pack to pull out her bottle of water, only a few swigs was left. Greyson took a large gulp then poured the rest over her head, the tepid water felt more refreshing than any sort of air conditioning or body of water could provide.

Her black t-shirt dress had been her only outfit during her journey, brushing past the tops of her thighs. Unfortunately most of her clothes were in fact black, which was unfavorable in the sun. She had the compulsion to find a bathroom to fix herself up, change her clothes, make a good impression. Greyson had never felt the compulsion to make a good impression before, but in this moment she inexplicably felt the need. Something in her gut was pushing a feeling she had never felt before, one she couldnโ€™t put into words.

But she was too eager to stop, Greyson hiked her pack back on and kept walking. It would only be twenty more minutes until she arrived.


As she walked, mosquitos bit her legs, causing her to twitch. Santa Cruz never had so many bugs, but the marshy terrain of New Orleans had flocks of mosquitos breeding in every puddle. Greyson was not meant to live in such humidity. Twenty minutes felt like eons, but when she turned up the path that led to the address she had been given - all the weight fell from her shoulders. There were three figures on the porch, two girls and a boy. From the moment she saw the boy, albeit the back of his head, her heart clenched.

Flooded with feelings, Greyson immediately dropped her bags and turned around, walking to the end of the path. She never had felt such a surge of emotions, the most she ever felt was the loss of her family after the war. This feeling wasnโ€™t loss, it was almost fulfillmentโ€ฆand while she had no way to prove it she had a sensation that this boy would complete a piece of her. She couldnโ€™t describe it.

Remaining at the end of the path next to the mail box, Greyson lit a cigarette. Her hands were shaking, and her mind was scattered - she wasnโ€™t sure if the others had noticed her or not but she abandoned her bags half way up the walkway. Until she had a better grasp on the situation she wouldnโ€™t be able to move from her spot.

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The journey from France to New Orleans was a long one but thankfully his foster parents made the trip slightly bearable by getting him first class seats on his plane here along with ordering a limo set to his standards to pick him up from the airport. It still took a couple hours of a drive thanks to the traffic from the airport so Joaquin ended up helping himself to a bottle wine. It wasn't great as the bottles he had back home but it would have to do. After all, his adoptive parents had given him enough money to buy more quality things once he got there. He could make do for now and deal with such 'common' drink upon his lips before being reunited with a girl he's always considered his sister. His real family.

The limo finally stopped making Joaquin the last to arrive. He fixed his suit making sure there were no imperfections before the driver opened the door and Joaquin stepped out. He walked with such poise hoping all eyes were on him as he walked towards the door. Jooaquin was always one to enjoy a grand entrance. He was soon stopped in his tracks when the sight of blonde hair was first to catch his attention and he made his way towards her in a suave manner as he looked her over. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." He gave a flirtatious smirk before taking Imogen's hand and kissing the back of it.

Joaquin would have continued with his advances if a certain feeling hadn't dragged his attention away from her. He looked past the small group of unimportant strangers before him until his eyes laid upon what he really came here for. There she was standing before him with her piercing blue eyes and messy braid that fit her so perfectly. "Il peut't รชtre" He practically stumbled as he stepped towards her and brought his hands up to hold her face just to make sure she was real. "My little Clover?" Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pulled her into a tight embrace and didn't want to let go. He didn't want to lose her again. "I thought I lost you forever." His voice practically cracked as more tears rolled down his cheeks and to the top if her head while he held her there.

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They told him nothing, save for that he would be leaving permanently and to pack his bags. A good ol' don't let the door hit you on the way out. Not like Corbett expected much from his oh so 'generous' caretakers. They had seen to it that the past few years of his life was a living hell - and he returned the favor tenfold. So it was with great pleasure that he packed his crap and hit the road. Taking his time in a fashion that reminded him of foggy childhood memories. Travel pack strapped tight and feet aching with regret the second he hits that second mile. He of course wasn't capable of going on foot the entire way, but saving up what little money he had was a must. Especially since he knew nothing about what awaited him in New Orleans.

He took a late flight, planning on getting there with enough time to see some sights and get a feel for his newest jail cell - at least until I'm eighteen. He thinks to himself. Withering suddenly at the thought of being so far away from the last known place that he saw Imogen. How would he find her now? How could he even begin to track her down. He had no chance. Not being so far from home....

"Ugh," He slumps against the window. Feeling sick from both the anxiety and the altitude. He's never been a fan of planes, even if this is his first time actually getting on one. Even seeing them in movies, or on TV he could tell they were nothing but bad news; metal death traps at best. He tries, and fails to shake the imagery of the plane going down in his head. In his mind there is the sound of grinding metal, screams all around him, and the pungent scent of smoke; he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep till he's shaking awake. Cold chills creeping up his spine from just the very thought.

He checks his watch, 11:23PM.

After what feels like hours the plane finally, and thankfully comes to a safe spot. Corbett steps out, nearly ready to kiss the ground in relief. He takes stock of his surroundings, going through the long process of retrieving his pack from baggage claims and then running through more scanners. By the time he leaves the airport in a rusted old cab he just wants to sleep for days. He had planned on doing some sightseeing before heading off the the address written on the back of his hand, but he knew that it would take too much out of him. He just wanted to sleep....




He knew at least on a basic level that this was more or less another home to him, one that was perhaps much less rough than his last one. He really wanted to believe that some good would come out of this but there was always that skepticism hiding just behind every single thought. He had only been able to speak briefly with Dalia, to touch base and they had not been given enough time for her to explain much to him besides a vague "you may be able to see Imogen again." Which for whatever reason didn't mean anything to Corbett - he couldn't trust a stranger, and he wouldn't until he saw Imogen again.

Whatever the case he didn't expect to step out of the dinky cab and into a world of confusion. His pack weighed heavy on him as he trudged to the front porch of the quaint house. His heart working over time as he caught sight of someone who he hadn't seen in a very long time. His heart felt as if it would explode, eyes burning with tears but he blinked and clenched his teeth to stop the fall. Excitement like he had not felt in such a long time coursed through him, the very sight of her brought him back to a childlike state of giddiness.

"Imogen!" He couldn't help himself, at her side in an instant with a grin stretched wide over his face. He never thought in a million years he would see her again. And yet here they stood, Espirit and Aerea reunited again.

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Dalia heard more and even more voices fill up outside the door as she opened it up and saw the darling faces of everyone. She gave a tight squeeze to Imogen first and smiled towards her. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." Her eyes then flashed towards Clover, whom she proceeded to squeeze tightly, as well. Her eyes looked past the two as she called out. "Greyson!" She'd never forget their names and how they looked. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling." Dalia smiled as three more people, guys even made their appearances known.

"Ollie." Dalia said with a squeal and hugged him then eyed him, too. "Haven't changed a bit, I see." She didn't the comment in a rude way, just in a way that he really hasn't changed. Her eyes fell upon Joaquin, who immediately spoke towards Clover as she held her hands over her mouth and let out a light laughter. Then she looked as Corbett noticed Imogen and her face was flushed. "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around." She waved for them all to come inside as she showed them to their rooms and somewhat around the house then brought them back downstairs into the dining area, where breakfast was still laid out.

"We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." She muttered then went and stood at the edge of the stairs. "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there." She said then chuckled while making her way back into the dining with everyone else, sitting at the head of the table, smiling at every single one of them.

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At one point, the back of Ollie's neck started tingling, and he had the sudden urge to turn around. But that was also accompanied by a strange feeling of... He didn't know how to describe it, but he knew that the only time he'd ever felt anything close was when he'd been at his happiest in his last foster home. And he didn't want to dwell on that.

And besides, more and more people started arriving at that point. At first, what appeared to be a stereotypical French person, who addressed the girl with the messy braid as "Clover." When he wasn't addressed, he simply stood out of the way, pointedly staring at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets. So far, everyone else seemed to know everyone else, and that just made him feel so much worse.

And then yet another person showed up, hugging the blonde. He was in the process of getting out of the way when the door opened and his foster mother appeared- overly friendly as always. But her enthusiasm wasn't diminished in the slightest as she wrapped him in a hug, gushing about how he hadn't changed. Physically, at least. Long and lanky as ever It was only then that it finally clicked where he knew her from- the friendly woman who sang along to that silly song in the car, and who had explained to him what had been happening.

Before he could say anything else though, she was greeting the others, and then propelled all of them into the hall and up to their rooms. Even as the strange feeling strengthened, he didn't have time to dwell on it, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

Ollie just dumped his bags inside his bedroom door and followed her back down to the dining room. It was only when he saw an all too familiar redhead that his bad mood suddenly disappeared. "Ashleigh?" he said, not quite allowing himself to believe it. What were the chances?

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A knock gently hit Kai's door but it was the voice that stirred him in his sleep. "Kai. Time to get up and get ready. Our first arrival should be here any minute." He rolled over in his bed and muttered something that sounded like gibberish as his voice cracked from a dry throat. His hand reached over for the partially filled water bottle on his night stand and he chugged it's remaining contents of metallic water before checking the time on his phone and forcing himself out of bed. He walked rather slowly with his eyes only half open as he threw his clothes on for the day and checked to see how many smokes he had left. There were three.

"Kai!" He heard Dalia yell as she hustled to the door for the first guests to arrive and something odd began tugging at him. Kai simply brushed it off for the time being and he pushed the doors open of his room out onto the balcony to overlook the backyard. Kai was the first to get contacted and the first to arrive a couple weeks ago when Dalia set up his new job at the near by high school along with helping her get the house ready for all the new arrivals of freaks and geeks.

Kai using one hand to open up his pack and his lips pulled out one of his cigarettes while his free hand lit the lighter and the end up his cigarette letting the sensation of burning tobacco and menthol rush into mouth and lungs instantly making Kai feel amazing and relaxed. He stood out there enjoying his freshly lit cigarette until it just barely reach the start of the filter while he ignored the feeling that kept pulling at him.

The butt of the cigarette got tossed into the ashtray and Kai escaped back into his room and out to the hallway and into the bathroom to relieve himself like any normal human being, brush his teeth, run a comb through his hair and put it in a bun, wash his face, and spray some cologne when he heard voices get ushered into the house and Dalia screamed for him yet again, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Kai laughed and rolled his eyes as he descended the stairs and called back to his new den mother, "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" He came into the dinning room and the sight of hair that burned red light beautiful perfect flames caused him to stop instantly in his tracks as that feeling he'd been ignoring grew even more and suppressed memories clawed their way trying to make him remember one of the worst days of his life. The life he swore to protect. The life that had been ripped away from him. They were right there standing before him and he couldn't even remember their name.

He tried to step forward but his legs grew weak and his eyes changed as his powers forced him to remember the girl. Forced him to remember everything he wanted to forget. Everything that made him cry as a small boy at night because he failed. He failed her and here she was perfectly fine. Kai fell to his knees as his eyes returned to normal and the memories faded away and all he could manage to say was one word. One name. "Ashleigh..."

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As the girls patiently waited on the porch, a male came into their presence with a simple "Hey." Clover dawned a cheery smile, brushing loose hairs from her face. "Hi. I'm Clover." The male didn't seem too much like the talking type, so instead of trying to coax anything from him she simply waited patiently to enter the home.

Imogen really didn't say anything, but she wouldn't of had much of a chance to either way when a darker figure caught her attention. She pivoted slightly to take in the full view of the male as he made his way up to the porch and directly towards her. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." Imogen couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't seen Joaquin in the better part of a decade but there he was. His flirtatious smirk caused a grin to grace her lips as he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. "And you are no longer un petit garรงon."

Clover stood in a sort of daze the second the dark haired man joined the group upon the porch. "...Jack?" She didn't have to look upon his face to know it was him. Between the tug in her gut and the raven locks, she knew instantly. She had no words and could barely move. Her hand's grip upon her knapsack slipped and her bag fell to the floor when he turned to look upon her. "Il peut't รชtre" Joaquin took a step towards her, bringing his hands to cup her face. Once he touched her, and she knew it wasn't a dream or some figment of her imagination, the tears flooded her eyes. "My little Clover?"

Joaquin began to cry as she did, before pulling Clover into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands grasping at the fabric of his blazer. "I thought I lost you forever." When he said that a shaky laugh slipped from her lips to be slightly muffled by his chest. It wasn't a funny or teasing laugh, but one of happiness. She had thought the same thing, that she lost her 'brother' forever. But here he was. Clover looks up at him smiling happily. "You got tall."

Imogen watched the happy exchange between Joaquin and Clover. A sadness began to tug at her. She was happy for them, but it only reminded her of whom she had lost so long ago. At least until she heard, "Imogen!" There he was. "Oh la vache!! Corbett!!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, embracing him tightly. Imogen then pulled away slightly to look upon him, cupping his face in her hands. "It is you." After a moment, her smile faded and her right hand slapped him across the face. "Where in the hell did you go!? I went back to St. Augustine's 2 years ago and you weren't there!!... What did you do?!"

Before Imogen could get an answer, the door opened to reveal a cute little brunette woman who wasted no time in pulling her into a hug. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." The woman said smiling towards Imogen. "Merci." When Dalia moved towards Clover, she let go of Joaquin to hug the woman happily. But once the embrace was over, she moved back over to him, hooking her arm in his. She wouldn't say it but she felt like if she didn't hold onto him, she'd lose him again. After Dalia talked towards some of the others, she then addressed them all, "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around."

Clover and Imogen grabbed their bags and proceeded to follow Dalia inside. Clover stuck to Joaquin like glue, too happy to speak but didn't want to release his hand. Where as Imogen gave speculative glares towards Corbett. No doubt he got himself into trouble after she left, but he couldn't even stay in the same place so she could find him? Typical. The girls dropped their bags in their rooms, before heading back downstairs and taking a seat around the dinning table. "We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." Dalia then went over to the stairs to shout up, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Imogen's gaze tended to shift over to Joaquin probably more than it should as she sat at the table. But eventually it was drawn towards a voice shouting at the top of the stairs. "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" She chuckled a more cold laugh. Imogen didn't know who was speaking but perfection has some big shoes to fill. When the male came into view, his gaze set upon the red head at the table. The sight caused him to crumble and say the girl's name. No doubt, this was going to be an emotional day.


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The constant stream of people was overwhelming, Greyson could feel her stomach twisting. They all walked past her like a weed in the grass, not that she expected any different. Everyone else seemed to have groomed themselves immaculately, prepared to make a positive first impressions, she seemed like a vagabond in comparison. Heavy air filled her lungs, smoke twisting in the air above her. Gently french words floated from the porch ahead, catching her ear. The dark tall man had a heavy French accent, as well did the blonde he embraced. Had these people been in Europe all this time while she was forced to live in the land of Prep?

Her confusing feelings of happiness were subdued by frustration. How did all these people have connections and she did not? She could blame her dysfunctional parents, who dragged her away from Dimoni community before she even had a chance to find her other half, and when the Dimoni most needed to be united. Greyson reached for another cigarette when she heard her name called out. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling.โ€ Dalia called from the door.

Her movement was jilted, but she carefully put her cigarette back into the pack. While everyone else followed suit, Greysonโ€™s eyes were glued to the back of the brown haired boys head, whoโ€™s name she had no idea but she knew he was going to be everything to her. She picked up her bags on her way into the house, lagging behind everyone else. It seemed like most attention was on the two other girls, it wasnโ€™t like Greyson to be jealous but she couldnโ€™t comprehend what was happening. Was this house just another world where she didnโ€™t belong?

She left her bags and herself at the fringe of the group, she thought the room was spinning - but really she was the one rotating the room. Her steps kept her gingerly on the outside of the group, until she found herself beside the brown haired boy. Her body was moving without her own knowledge, a delicate hand reached out. She thought she was only going to tap his shoulder, but instead her hand just rested there. There was an immediate electricity that ran up the length of her arm. There was a surge of power from within her, the twisting feeling in her gut made the darkness within her grow. Naturally she felt the compulsion to panic, but she felt oddly calm when she looked up at the boy.

โ€Hey,โ€ She said, unable to to articulate herself further.

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After hearing Dalia squeal again, she turned her head towards a group of teenagers, just like her, entering the house now and being given somewhat of a grand tour by the lady that said her name was Dalia. She turned her head back and stared down at the plate before her as she grabbed her fork and took small bites from her breakfast. Ashleigh's ears twitched when she heard a male say her name. She turned slightly in her seat and smiled as she recognized him a little. His name tugged at the corner of her lips as she got up and walked towards him, giving him a small hug.

"Ollie." She released him and reviewed her eyes over him while patting his shoulder. "Uhm, you look the same, honestly." She remarked as others started to fill in the dining hall and she felt somewhat connected to all of them in one small way or another. Her eyes looked at all of them as she smiled and nodded her head in a greeting manner before looking past Ollie and seeing him. The him that had saved her life some years ago. The him that she had been sketching for quite some time now. The him that she felt closer to more than anyone.

When Kai spoke her name, she looked at him and rushed over towards him, kneeling down beside him, cuffing his face within her hands and locking her gaze with his. "Kai..." She spoke softly while examining over him. "Is it really you?" The energy in the room grew intensively it had seemed like as Dalia was sitting at the table, looking at the duo with a soft smile and tear filled eyes. Ashleigh stood up, sobbing softly as she even helped Kai up to his feet. Ashleigh reached her hand into his and felt a slight shock and knew that it really was Kai and that she wasn't dreaming. Maybe that was even the big pull she felt earlier.

"You know, puberty really did you well." She snickered a little with a wink while releasing his hand and waltzing over to the kitchen table, where everyone else was sitting even Dalia, looking at every single one of them. "Look at all of you, darlings. So great to see you all together again." Dalia remarked just as Ashleigh sat down and patted the spot next to her, with a soft smile, for Kai to sit. The aura in the room grew more and more intense as they all sat around the table now.

Ashleigh wondered why they were all gathered there but she didn't want to be the one to ask and seem rude - Especially with Kai there. She just picked up a piece of bacon took a small bite out of it then looked at everyone else. "I say, we introduce each other, yeah?" Ashleigh finally spoke up as she reached her hand towards the adult in the room. "You should go first." She said as Dalia chuckled nervously and nodded. "Okay. Uhm, I'm Dalia Morrison and I am your foster parent. Well, new foster parent. I am widowed, too. If that matters. And yourself, sweetheart?" Dalia responded back to Ashleigh as she introduced herself. "I'm Ashleigh McGowan and this is my fifth or sixth foster home." Dalia nodded her head while looking at Ashleigh then looked at Kai. "Well, I am happy to have you. Next." Dalia softly said while waiting for everyone to introduce themselves.

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He found himself grinning as she hugged him and remarked about how he'd hardly changed. "Yeah, I've heard that," he replied, still grinning. But then she was letting go of him and moving to someone else. Everybody else seemed to have somebody they had some strong linkage to- everyone but him, that was. So maybe that was just another nail in his coffin. He'd be back before he'd even introduced himself to everyone.

But then somebody's hand landed on his shoulder, and it was like an electric shock going through his body- but not in a bad way. There was a strange sense of completeness to that shock, as though something had just finished and something else had just begun. He turned around to the person who stood behind him. Even though he could swear he'd never seen her before, he also vaguely recognised her.

[color=#8A0000]"Hey,"[/colour] was all he managed to get out before realising that everyone else was sitting. He smiled awkwardly at the girl standing across from him as he sat down, nodding at the empty seat besides him.

Dalia introduced herself, and Ollie looked at her as she spoke. But the temptation to look at the girl sitting beside him was almost overwhelming, and as Ashleigh started introducing herself, Ollie found himself sneaking peeks at her. He honestly had no idea how he knew her, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling that they did, somehow, know each other.

There was a bit of a silence once Ashleigh finished talking, and Ollie found himself needing to fill the silence.

"I'm Ollie, and this is my... fifth foster home. Assuming we're only counting the ones where I actually got to the house," he said jokingly. It didn't feel like a joke, though. All that time spent getting his hopes up, only to have it all ripped away, had taken its toll on him. But none as much as the last.