Introduction
Plot
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The year was 2015. At about 4:00 PM on Saturday, January 26th, NASA had raised a world-wide alarm to warn us of a large asteroid which would soon collide with the planet and cause unpredictable catastrophes if it were not stopped. The world was thrown into panic and the world governments were put in a state of turmoil over how to handle the problem. One representative wanted to use a propulsion system to steer the asteroid away. Another had recommended to use nuclear warheads to destroy the asteroid before it could reach Earth. One had even opted to let the world finally end, after the thousands of conspiracy theories which had predicted the world's end. When the meeting had adjourned and a week had passed, nuclear launch facilities from the US, Britain, Russia, Iran, even prototypes in Korea had all become active to target the asteroid. In a synchronicity launch, the five countries bombarded the incoming asteroid in attempt to destroy it. All five countries had reported successful impacts stating the destruction of the asteroid.
About a month later above the US, an unexpected meteor shower had occurred at 10:00 AM relative to California, the meteorites visible even in the daytime. America barely had time to react before it was too late. Twelve hours later, the meteorites had begun to shower upon the world for a period of four hours. Many of the meteorites had burned up in the atmosphere, but many of those which had survived had impacted and heavily damaged cities and towns across the hemisphere, leaving large craters filled with the rubble of the buildings which once stood there. Everyone within the blast radius had been instantly killed, and most of those within a certain range of the blast had died of a strange disease.
The date is now Friday, March 13th, 2015 in the town of Mission Viejo, California. You were near the blast when the asteroid hit and had successfully made it through recovery, but by now it's just a thing of the past as school has now become optional because of the damages the blast has caused. Early vacation or not, you are ready to make the most (or the least) of your life ahead of you as usual. However, you notice that you feel a bit strange today. And not only that, but a strange tattoo-like marking had somehow appeared on your body overnight. You may have also noticed that there are much more police roaming the streets as of late, and the military personal spread far and thin throughout the town were still present even a month after the asteroid had hit, knocking on doors and questioning families. And the fragment of the asteroid you received after you got out of the hospital was now emitting a vibrant light. Why is this happening? Is this all related somehow? What is the military searching for? Why is the fragment glowing? Where did the tattoo come from? And most importantly, what is happening to you?
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Guidelines
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One fun read through recent events of your home town later, you stumble upon the guidelines and more in-depth information to the roleplay. Most of everything you need to know is listed here, and everything else is open to you to develop once you're in the roleplay. Most of the plot will also develop in the roleplay as things happen.
The Marked
You are known as a Marked, or a person who had developed a symbol or mark somewhere on their body without their knowledge of obtaining beforehand. About 2% of the town's population are Marked, and only seem to be within the age range of eight to thirty-two. The Marked have powers, though their powers are still developing in their early stages and growing with the user's practice of the power. Before the power becomes usable, there's a period of time in which the Marked is in a state of pain or irritation, depending on the nature of their power. The power a Marked can obtain could be anything imaginable, and is generally unpredictable until it chooses to reveal itself. The location of the Mark also matters - a person with a Mark on the forehead needs only think to use their power, while a person with a Mark on their hand needs to make a hand motion in order to use their power. Many of these people hide scared in their homes, confused and frightened by what is happening but too scared to report this to the authorities. Others have already begun to use their power to their advantage and to forward their goals for their own purposes. What you choose to do with your power is completely up to you.
In character development, you are a Marked. You only start with one Mark, and therefore, one power. This power is weak at first, but will slowly grow as you discover what it is and as you train it. Over time, you may develop a new Mark and a new power to go along with it, or perhaps your current Mark will branch out over your body, slowly taking over like a cancer until your own power brings you to your own demise. Not much is still known about these Marks, and anything could happen once you have one. Please note that no two Marked have the same power, nor can a Marked have two powers that naturally conflict with each other, for example, fire and water or light and dark.
The Fragments
As it seems, all Marked carry around a Fragment from the meteor which has impacted in the local area. These Fragments are the keys to a Marked's power - Without having your Fragment nearby, your Mark is almost useless. Fragments give off a bright glow within the first few hours of a Mark being formed, and the Mark of the power given to the Marked can barely be seen within the crystal shard. The owner of a Fragment has the innate ability to track down their Fragment as well as other people's Fragments if the owner is within proximity, no matter where it may be. Fragments also cannot be destroyed... As far as we know.
The Town of Mission Viejo
Because of the size of the blast and the damages it has caused, school has become optional, police enforcement has become backed by the military (who seem to be looking for the Marked), and kids roam freely doing whatever it is they like doing while the Marked hide in secret or in deserted areas to practice their powers. Most Marked tend to meet each other at the local school or hangout due to their tracking abilities when within close range of each other. The city police or even military personal may knock at your door every few days and ask about "suspicious events" which may be happening recently as to draw out the Marked from hiding in order to capture or even kill them for currently unknown purposes.
That's really all you should need to know... I'm leaving this somewhat open ended and keeping events in the RP a secret for now, just to torment you. <3
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Spots
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Eight spots, clean and simple and equally as manageable.
No surprise characters, please... Make a note in the OOC or PM me that you're making a character. Your character also must have pictures and use the format in the Skelly section. Good description is also necessary. Undescriptive characters, surprise characters out of nowhere and/or characters without pictures will NOT be accepted.
Spot 1: Clair Silverwood; as played by ElvenEllis
Spot 2: Ingus Demitio; as played by Igari
Spot 3: Rick Page; as played by Flexar
Spot 4: David Vaughn; as played by TheFlag
Spot 5: Reserved for Asher MstrImmortalis
Spot 6: Theodore Jackson; as played by EX-Burst
Spot 7: Finn Wright; as played by SlightlyInsane
Spot 8: Yuri Otario; as played by Rrj250
~
Reserve 1: [Open, don't bet on getting in through]
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Skelly
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This can be in any order that you desire, since we all have our styles and preferences. Add or take away what you want, but take note that I will read every last word of your character description. :P
Full Name: (Yes, this is ACTUALLY important!)
Age: (Eligibility to be attacked by pedobear. Just kidding.)
Gender: ("Are you a boy or a girl?")
Likes: (Hey, I like cookies too!)
Dislikes: (NO. NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)
Appearance: (Picture AND description. You won't need as much desc with a pic because you're just that fancy. Anime or real is fine.)
Personality: (Being a paranoid, schizophrenic, OCD cleaning maniac... You know what, just type.)
Marks: (This is where you list and describe your first power. Edit this section again later to include your next Mark(s) if and when your character develops them.)
History: (So there was this one time when I ate a peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. Don't ask.)
Notes: (I also happen to be able to keep my eyes open while I sneeze.)
Themesong: (A link to your character's theme song. Completely optional, but who doesn't like a good song to mark the entrance of the coolest person around?)
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The year was 2015. At about 4:00 PM on Saturday, January 26th, NASA had raised a world-wide alarm to warn us of a large asteroid which would soon collide with the planet and cause unpredictable catastrophes if it were not stopped. The world was thrown into panic and the world governments were put in a state of turmoil over how to handle the problem. One representative wanted to use a propulsion system to steer the asteroid away. Another had recommended to use nuclear warheads to destroy the asteroid before it could reach Earth. One had even opted to let the world finally end, after the thousands of conspiracy theories which had predicted the world's end. When the meeting had adjourned and a week had passed, nuclear launch facilities from the US, Britain, Russia, Iran, even prototypes in Korea had all become active to target the asteroid. In a synchronicity launch, the five countries bombarded the incoming asteroid in attempt to destroy it. All five countries had reported successful impacts stating the destruction of the asteroid.
About a month later above the US, an unexpected meteor shower had occurred at 10:00 AM relative to California, the meteorites visible even in the daytime. America barely had time to react before it was too late. Twelve hours later, the meteorites had begun to shower upon the world for a period of four hours. Many of the meteorites had burned up in the atmosphere, but many of those which had survived had impacted and heavily damaged cities and towns across the hemisphere, leaving large craters filled with the rubble of the buildings which once stood there. Everyone within the blast radius had been instantly killed, and most of those within a certain range of the blast had died of a strange disease.
The date is now Friday, March 13th, 2015 in the town of Mission Viejo, California. You were near the blast when the asteroid hit and had successfully made it through recovery, but by now it's just a thing of the past as school has now become optional because of the damages the blast has caused. Early vacation or not, you are ready to make the most (or the least) of your life ahead of you as usual. However, you notice that you feel a bit strange today. And not only that, but a strange tattoo-like marking had somehow appeared on your body overnight. You may have also noticed that there are much more police roaming the streets as of late, and the military personal spread far and thin throughout the town were still present even a month after the asteroid had hit, knocking on doors and questioning families. And the fragment of the asteroid you received after you got out of the hospital was now emitting a vibrant light. Why is this happening? Is this all related somehow? What is the military searching for? Why is the fragment glowing? Where did the tattoo come from? And most importantly, what is happening to you?
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Guidelines
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One fun read through recent events of your home town later, you stumble upon the guidelines and more in-depth information to the roleplay. Most of everything you need to know is listed here, and everything else is open to you to develop once you're in the roleplay. Most of the plot will also develop in the roleplay as things happen.
The Marked
You are known as a Marked, or a person who had developed a symbol or mark somewhere on their body without their knowledge of obtaining beforehand. About 2% of the town's population are Marked, and only seem to be within the age range of eight to thirty-two. The Marked have powers, though their powers are still developing in their early stages and growing with the user's practice of the power. Before the power becomes usable, there's a period of time in which the Marked is in a state of pain or irritation, depending on the nature of their power. The power a Marked can obtain could be anything imaginable, and is generally unpredictable until it chooses to reveal itself. The location of the Mark also matters - a person with a Mark on the forehead needs only think to use their power, while a person with a Mark on their hand needs to make a hand motion in order to use their power. Many of these people hide scared in their homes, confused and frightened by what is happening but too scared to report this to the authorities. Others have already begun to use their power to their advantage and to forward their goals for their own purposes. What you choose to do with your power is completely up to you.
In character development, you are a Marked. You only start with one Mark, and therefore, one power. This power is weak at first, but will slowly grow as you discover what it is and as you train it. Over time, you may develop a new Mark and a new power to go along with it, or perhaps your current Mark will branch out over your body, slowly taking over like a cancer until your own power brings you to your own demise. Not much is still known about these Marks, and anything could happen once you have one. Please note that no two Marked have the same power, nor can a Marked have two powers that naturally conflict with each other, for example, fire and water or light and dark.
The Fragments
As it seems, all Marked carry around a Fragment from the meteor which has impacted in the local area. These Fragments are the keys to a Marked's power - Without having your Fragment nearby, your Mark is almost useless. Fragments give off a bright glow within the first few hours of a Mark being formed, and the Mark of the power given to the Marked can barely be seen within the crystal shard. The owner of a Fragment has the innate ability to track down their Fragment as well as other people's Fragments if the owner is within proximity, no matter where it may be. Fragments also cannot be destroyed... As far as we know.
The Town of Mission Viejo
Because of the size of the blast and the damages it has caused, school has become optional, police enforcement has become backed by the military (who seem to be looking for the Marked), and kids roam freely doing whatever it is they like doing while the Marked hide in secret or in deserted areas to practice their powers. Most Marked tend to meet each other at the local school or hangout due to their tracking abilities when within close range of each other. The city police or even military personal may knock at your door every few days and ask about "suspicious events" which may be happening recently as to draw out the Marked from hiding in order to capture or even kill them for currently unknown purposes.
That's really all you should need to know... I'm leaving this somewhat open ended and keeping events in the RP a secret for now, just to torment you. <3
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Spots
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Eight spots, clean and simple and equally as manageable.
No surprise characters, please... Make a note in the OOC or PM me that you're making a character. Your character also must have pictures and use the format in the Skelly section. Good description is also necessary. Undescriptive characters, surprise characters out of nowhere and/or characters without pictures will NOT be accepted.
Spot 1: Clair Silverwood; as played by ElvenEllis
Spot 2: Ingus Demitio; as played by Igari
Spot 3: Rick Page; as played by Flexar
Spot 4: David Vaughn; as played by TheFlag
Spot 5: Reserved for Asher MstrImmortalis
Spot 6: Theodore Jackson; as played by EX-Burst
Spot 7: Finn Wright; as played by SlightlyInsane
Spot 8: Yuri Otario; as played by Rrj250
~
Reserve 1: [Open, don't bet on getting in through]
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Skelly
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This can be in any order that you desire, since we all have our styles and preferences. Add or take away what you want, but take note that I will read every last word of your character description. :P
Full Name: (Yes, this is ACTUALLY important!)
Age: (Eligibility to be attacked by pedobear. Just kidding.)
Gender: ("Are you a boy or a girl?")
Likes: (Hey, I like cookies too!)
Dislikes: (NO. NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)
Appearance: (Picture AND description. You won't need as much desc with a pic because you're just that fancy. Anime or real is fine.)
Personality: (Being a paranoid, schizophrenic, OCD cleaning maniac... You know what, just type.)
Marks: (This is where you list and describe your first power. Edit this section again later to include your next Mark(s) if and when your character develops them.)
History: (So there was this one time when I ate a peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. Don't ask.)
Notes: (I also happen to be able to keep my eyes open while I sneeze.)
Themesong: (A link to your character's theme song. Completely optional, but who doesn't like a good song to mark the entrance of the coolest person around?)
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It wasn't like it hurt her at all, it was just positively uncomfortable. The tattoo-like mark that appeared on her right hand somehow had to be the source of it all, she knew this for certain. Yet, there wasn't much she could do about it other than sawing off the skin of her hand in attempt to remove the mark, in theory, solving the problem. But of coarse that would be painful, and she wasn't very fond of pain. But then again, the mark had only appeared on her hand a few days after she left the hospital with the asteroid fragment which had impaled itself through her right arm. So maybe it was the asteroid fragment which was causing her problems. No. It was the asteroid's fault, where the fragment came from. It would only make sense that this was happening because of the impacts which had killed nearly one million and left millions more hospitalized all across the world. Weird things happened after that, but all she cared about was getting out of Spanish class and never going back.
Which is the reason why Clair sat where she was now, at the Mission Viejo Kaleidoscope, drinking a blueberry slushy at one of the upper level tables at Rocco's pizza. This was one of the ways on how she spent her Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sitting at the town's most well-kept entertainment plaza-mall thing, having some lunch between hanging out at Howie's or Laser Quest. Today was an exception though, today she was having a cold drink. Clair wasn't fond of cold drinks, much less cold things in particular. Ever since she got that mark, her body had turned cold as ice and didn't seem to warm up at all between then and now. She wanted to see what a slushy tasted like after not having one in such a long time. It was delicious. And painfully cold. Well, at least she got to skip out on school, which was apparently now completely optional. Oh, her mistake, recommended. Just two days ago a police officer decided to walk up to her and ask her why she wasn't in school and this and that. Long story short, long argument that the new officer wasn't seeing the reality of, and she ended up walking back home purely because of his stupidity. Teachers stopped caring about attendance anyway.
Clair shook her head and took another mind-crushing drink from her slushy. It doesn't help to spite over past events, as it always seemed to get her in a bad mood. She looked up from where she sat, to the clouds and sun above. Since the meteor's impact, the sky's been a bit more purplish while the clouds had a more blue tint to them. It truly was a sight to behold, she had to admit. Such sights always seemed to warm her, if only just a small bit. Or maybe it was just the sun beating down on her face. With a sigh, she stood from her seat and dumped the half-empty cup of frozen torture into a nearby trash can and looked around. After a month of doing this, it actually started to get a little old. Laser Quest was fun to go play at every once in awhile, as one of the top players, and Howie's Game Shack was good for playing any of the games she didn't own. But aside from the restaurants and movie theater, there wasn't much else to do for the next three hours. Around her, most of everyone was in a group of some sort, like how the school caste works or whatever it's called. The jocks, the straight-As, the cheerleaders who obsess over perfection, and of coarse the duo of guys where one will pressure the other to asking a girl out to the Piano Derby or something.
By the time nearing when school ended, she decided to head on home before the crowd of people swarmed the bus and the Kaleidoscope. The buses rode wherever you wanted them to go now, as long as you can wait for the bus to reach everyone else's stop first. Normally at this time there weren't too many people on the bus, but this time there were only one or two high schoolers and a college student. The ride home was about six miles and a fifteen minute ride, but it was just another fifteen minutes spent freezing her skin off. The second she got home, she would draw a warm bath and throw on some warm cloths afterwords. Every day, she had done this, and every day her mother had never questioned her. After getting home and spending at least an hour soaking in the hot waters of a bath, she quickly finished the little homework she had and just slipped into bed next to her laptop. It was something she'd grown used to, and she doesn't feel as frozen as an iced brick when under her thick bedsheets. She spent the rest of her day playing around on her laptop with her usual grinds before having dinner and falling asleep. Just another day.
The next morning was a disaster. Her right hand felt like it was frozen solid the second she woke up, and quickly took notice to the fact that her bed along with her hand had somehow frozen over while she was asleep. She couldn't imagine explaining this to her mom. It took her at least ten minutes to rip her hand from the ice, and she noticed that the back of her hand was still frozen over where the mark was. With a shiver, she went to the shower and quickly maxed out the temperature on the water and washed off the ice and frost which now covered her. Normally, this had only happened with water bottles or whenever she touched water with her right hand, but freezing her bed overnight was something which had never happened before. Of coarse, she couldn't tell her mom that the mark did this. Magic isn't supposed to exist. After thinking through her options, she just decided to bail out of the house to school, leaving a note at her room door reading "had a wet dream". She couldn't think of anything else to say, other than "I spilled two gallons of water over my bed because I thought it would be a water bed if I did that". Not to mention, the look on her mother's face after reading either of these would be priceless. The wet dream excuse probably more so.
Morning classes at CVHS went by fast, though in math they had to learn how to write and graph ellipses and hyperbolas, and she swore that the class would drag on forever. Eventually, lunch rolled around, and she sat down by her usual spot under a tree near the front of the school where few people would sit for lunch. Today, she packed a lunchables, a warm yogurt cup, a few brownie bites and a chocolate energy bar. It would get her though the day, at least. And so she sat, eating her lunch and wondering how the heck she was not going to turn the bed into an ice cube tonight.
Which is the reason why Clair sat where she was now, at the Mission Viejo Kaleidoscope, drinking a blueberry slushy at one of the upper level tables at Rocco's pizza. This was one of the ways on how she spent her Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sitting at the town's most well-kept entertainment plaza-mall thing, having some lunch between hanging out at Howie's or Laser Quest. Today was an exception though, today she was having a cold drink. Clair wasn't fond of cold drinks, much less cold things in particular. Ever since she got that mark, her body had turned cold as ice and didn't seem to warm up at all between then and now. She wanted to see what a slushy tasted like after not having one in such a long time. It was delicious. And painfully cold. Well, at least she got to skip out on school, which was apparently now completely optional. Oh, her mistake, recommended. Just two days ago a police officer decided to walk up to her and ask her why she wasn't in school and this and that. Long story short, long argument that the new officer wasn't seeing the reality of, and she ended up walking back home purely because of his stupidity. Teachers stopped caring about attendance anyway.
Clair shook her head and took another mind-crushing drink from her slushy. It doesn't help to spite over past events, as it always seemed to get her in a bad mood. She looked up from where she sat, to the clouds and sun above. Since the meteor's impact, the sky's been a bit more purplish while the clouds had a more blue tint to them. It truly was a sight to behold, she had to admit. Such sights always seemed to warm her, if only just a small bit. Or maybe it was just the sun beating down on her face. With a sigh, she stood from her seat and dumped the half-empty cup of frozen torture into a nearby trash can and looked around. After a month of doing this, it actually started to get a little old. Laser Quest was fun to go play at every once in awhile, as one of the top players, and Howie's Game Shack was good for playing any of the games she didn't own. But aside from the restaurants and movie theater, there wasn't much else to do for the next three hours. Around her, most of everyone was in a group of some sort, like how the school caste works or whatever it's called. The jocks, the straight-As, the cheerleaders who obsess over perfection, and of coarse the duo of guys where one will pressure the other to asking a girl out to the Piano Derby or something.
By the time nearing when school ended, she decided to head on home before the crowd of people swarmed the bus and the Kaleidoscope. The buses rode wherever you wanted them to go now, as long as you can wait for the bus to reach everyone else's stop first. Normally at this time there weren't too many people on the bus, but this time there were only one or two high schoolers and a college student. The ride home was about six miles and a fifteen minute ride, but it was just another fifteen minutes spent freezing her skin off. The second she got home, she would draw a warm bath and throw on some warm cloths afterwords. Every day, she had done this, and every day her mother had never questioned her. After getting home and spending at least an hour soaking in the hot waters of a bath, she quickly finished the little homework she had and just slipped into bed next to her laptop. It was something she'd grown used to, and she doesn't feel as frozen as an iced brick when under her thick bedsheets. She spent the rest of her day playing around on her laptop with her usual grinds before having dinner and falling asleep. Just another day.
The next morning was a disaster. Her right hand felt like it was frozen solid the second she woke up, and quickly took notice to the fact that her bed along with her hand had somehow frozen over while she was asleep. She couldn't imagine explaining this to her mom. It took her at least ten minutes to rip her hand from the ice, and she noticed that the back of her hand was still frozen over where the mark was. With a shiver, she went to the shower and quickly maxed out the temperature on the water and washed off the ice and frost which now covered her. Normally, this had only happened with water bottles or whenever she touched water with her right hand, but freezing her bed overnight was something which had never happened before. Of coarse, she couldn't tell her mom that the mark did this. Magic isn't supposed to exist. After thinking through her options, she just decided to bail out of the house to school, leaving a note at her room door reading "had a wet dream". She couldn't think of anything else to say, other than "I spilled two gallons of water over my bed because I thought it would be a water bed if I did that". Not to mention, the look on her mother's face after reading either of these would be priceless. The wet dream excuse probably more so.
Morning classes at CVHS went by fast, though in math they had to learn how to write and graph ellipses and hyperbolas, and she swore that the class would drag on forever. Eventually, lunch rolled around, and she sat down by her usual spot under a tree near the front of the school where few people would sit for lunch. Today, she packed a lunchables, a warm yogurt cup, a few brownie bites and a chocolate energy bar. It would get her though the day, at least. And so she sat, eating her lunch and wondering how the heck she was not going to turn the bed into an ice cube tonight.
She scribbled furiously in an attempt to get the last remnants of ink out of her pen. Seeing this as a battle she would not win, Yuri pulled out another from her bag and continued to write down notes from her teachers lecture.
She felt a tug on her scarf, and as she turned around she came to face with a boy badly in need of a shave. He was laughing with his friends who sat near. Yuri grabbed the end of her scarf from his hand and turned around. They just don't understand you, she told herself. They do this because you're different. They do this because you don't even understand yourself.
Suddenly who won the battle of Gettysburg became unimportant as Yuri suppressed tears that threatened to spill out.
Her mind wandered away from her rude classmates, and fixated itself on the events of the last two months. The meteor shower was a sudden road block in her life, coming in when she could have done perfectly fine without it. And after it was over, it remained with her. Tears swelled up again as her hand came to rest on top of her scarf that covered her throat. Beneath the layers of cotton and fibers was a diamond patterned mark, a souvenir from the meteor shower.
It was roughly three days after the incident when her skin began to burn, her flesh felt as if it was meltin from the inside. In the following days it itched, and her voice disappeared. She spoke in voices that weren't hers, she made sounds she didn't know she could. On two occasions she had shattered glass as she tried to call for help. On the 11th day, the itch and burn became worse. For a moment that couldn't have been more then 5 seconds, her skin felt like liquid fire. It was as if someone took a blow torch and was spray painting her body with it. And then, peace. The pain was gone, and when she rushed to the bathroom, removed her clothes, and looked in the mirror the mark was there.
Yuri shuddered at the memories. She hadn't told anyone, not with what she had been hearing about the marks. Besides, who did she have to tell? A friend? Those didn't exist except between the lines of the novels she so passionately read. She dropped her hand from her throat, and into the pocket of her black hoodie. Her fingers came to rest on the fragment of the meteor she carried around. She traced her finger along it's crescent shape, it was cool to the touch, and felt right in her hands.
The boys behind her laughed some more, but she refused to turn around. She felt another tug on her scarf, and then a tug on her hood.
Just leave me alone. Please, leave me alone. She thought as she suppressed even more tears, all the while the boys continued to laugh.
She felt a tug on her scarf, and as she turned around she came to face with a boy badly in need of a shave. He was laughing with his friends who sat near. Yuri grabbed the end of her scarf from his hand and turned around. They just don't understand you, she told herself. They do this because you're different. They do this because you don't even understand yourself.
Suddenly who won the battle of Gettysburg became unimportant as Yuri suppressed tears that threatened to spill out.
Her mind wandered away from her rude classmates, and fixated itself on the events of the last two months. The meteor shower was a sudden road block in her life, coming in when she could have done perfectly fine without it. And after it was over, it remained with her. Tears swelled up again as her hand came to rest on top of her scarf that covered her throat. Beneath the layers of cotton and fibers was a diamond patterned mark, a souvenir from the meteor shower.
It was roughly three days after the incident when her skin began to burn, her flesh felt as if it was meltin from the inside. In the following days it itched, and her voice disappeared. She spoke in voices that weren't hers, she made sounds she didn't know she could. On two occasions she had shattered glass as she tried to call for help. On the 11th day, the itch and burn became worse. For a moment that couldn't have been more then 5 seconds, her skin felt like liquid fire. It was as if someone took a blow torch and was spray painting her body with it. And then, peace. The pain was gone, and when she rushed to the bathroom, removed her clothes, and looked in the mirror the mark was there.
Yuri shuddered at the memories. She hadn't told anyone, not with what she had been hearing about the marks. Besides, who did she have to tell? A friend? Those didn't exist except between the lines of the novels she so passionately read. She dropped her hand from her throat, and into the pocket of her black hoodie. Her fingers came to rest on the fragment of the meteor she carried around. She traced her finger along it's crescent shape, it was cool to the touch, and felt right in her hands.
The boys behind her laughed some more, but she refused to turn around. She felt another tug on her scarf, and then a tug on her hood.
Just leave me alone. Please, leave me alone. She thought as she suppressed even more tears, all the while the boys continued to laugh.
Rick was awoken by the blaring sound of a fire alarm screaming into his ears. In his half-asleep state he panicked and looked around his room to see what was burning, but soon remembered that it was his alarm clock. Rick couldn't stand the sound and would do whatever he could to shut it up as quickly as possible, which was exactly why he had set it as his wake-up alarm. He sluggishly lumbered out of bed and went downstairs to prepare his breakfast.
Rick sat down at the table with his plate of slightly burned toast, scrambled eggs and hash browns and began to eat slowly, chewing each mouthful many times. His eyes wandered over to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room; it was ten o' clock. His parents had left for work, but Rick was easily old enough to look after himself. Rick continued munching away on his food, he had music at school in an hour and half's time, plenty of time to eat his breakfast, shower, get dressed and get in a bit of practice.
"And you look like a star, but you're still on the dole,
All the way from-"
Alaric abruptly stopped singing and plucking his bass as he heard a loud knock at the door.
"Hang on a moment!" Alaric called as he carefully laid down his bass against the wall, then rushed downstairs to meet whoever was at the door.
He pulled a key from his blazer and unlocked the door. On his doorstep was a rather comical looking policeman; he was short, chubby and podgy-nosed.
"Can I help you?" Alaric asked as he looked down at the little man.
"There have been reports off peculiar goings on in this area." the policeman told Rick, "You haven't seen anything, have you?"
"Nope." Rick answered and shoved his hands into his pockets; he wasn't going to let a policeman see his mark.
"What about your parents?" the policeman asked.
"They're out at work." Rick replied, "They probably haven't seen anything though, they don't spend much time outside the house when they're not at work."
The policeman nodded and waddled away. Rick couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the way the policeman walked; his footwork was like that of a penguin and he swayed from side to side as he walked.
It wasn't long before Rick had to leave, but that didn't stop him from leaving slightly later. He hurried down the streets with his bass slung over his back and his packed lunch in his left hand. His headband rather annoyingly kept on falling down over his eyes, but Rick refused to tighten it properly since he found it too uncomfortable. He was lucky to have it on at all, he began wearing it to school after school was made optional. They told him it was inappropriate attire, but after reminding them he didn't have to come to school at all they let him wear it. He used to have an odd habit of putting guitar picks in his headband, but stopped once he found out how to summon picks from thin air.
The music lesson went smoothly; Rick and his friends wrote a blues song which they then practiced it with Rick taking lead vocals and bass as usual. Rick was planning to go straight home and to eat his lunch on the way, but something stopped him. He had a strange feeling in his gut, a strange feeling that he wasn't the only one with one of these strange marks, and that someone else with one was nearby. To support this, he could feel his shard warming up inside his inner blazer pocket. He pulled it out quickly to inspect it; the obsidian shard now had a deep purple glow inside it. Something must have provoked it. Rick decided to try and find whoever or whatever was provoking the reaction from his shard so he decided to walk around the campus. His shard got warmer or colder depending on which way he went, and he decided to head in whatever direction made it warmer.
Eventually he found himself in an area where a few people were sitting under a tree to eat lunch. He was certain that one of them was the person he was looking for, but he couldn't tell which one, and neither could he risk asking. So, he sat down on a bench and waited for something to happen. After all, great things come to those who wait.
Rick sat down at the table with his plate of slightly burned toast, scrambled eggs and hash browns and began to eat slowly, chewing each mouthful many times. His eyes wandered over to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room; it was ten o' clock. His parents had left for work, but Rick was easily old enough to look after himself. Rick continued munching away on his food, he had music at school in an hour and half's time, plenty of time to eat his breakfast, shower, get dressed and get in a bit of practice.
"And you look like a star, but you're still on the dole,
All the way from-"
Alaric abruptly stopped singing and plucking his bass as he heard a loud knock at the door.
"Hang on a moment!" Alaric called as he carefully laid down his bass against the wall, then rushed downstairs to meet whoever was at the door.
He pulled a key from his blazer and unlocked the door. On his doorstep was a rather comical looking policeman; he was short, chubby and podgy-nosed.
"Can I help you?" Alaric asked as he looked down at the little man.
"There have been reports off peculiar goings on in this area." the policeman told Rick, "You haven't seen anything, have you?"
"Nope." Rick answered and shoved his hands into his pockets; he wasn't going to let a policeman see his mark.
"What about your parents?" the policeman asked.
"They're out at work." Rick replied, "They probably haven't seen anything though, they don't spend much time outside the house when they're not at work."
The policeman nodded and waddled away. Rick couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the way the policeman walked; his footwork was like that of a penguin and he swayed from side to side as he walked.
It wasn't long before Rick had to leave, but that didn't stop him from leaving slightly later. He hurried down the streets with his bass slung over his back and his packed lunch in his left hand. His headband rather annoyingly kept on falling down over his eyes, but Rick refused to tighten it properly since he found it too uncomfortable. He was lucky to have it on at all, he began wearing it to school after school was made optional. They told him it was inappropriate attire, but after reminding them he didn't have to come to school at all they let him wear it. He used to have an odd habit of putting guitar picks in his headband, but stopped once he found out how to summon picks from thin air.
The music lesson went smoothly; Rick and his friends wrote a blues song which they then practiced it with Rick taking lead vocals and bass as usual. Rick was planning to go straight home and to eat his lunch on the way, but something stopped him. He had a strange feeling in his gut, a strange feeling that he wasn't the only one with one of these strange marks, and that someone else with one was nearby. To support this, he could feel his shard warming up inside his inner blazer pocket. He pulled it out quickly to inspect it; the obsidian shard now had a deep purple glow inside it. Something must have provoked it. Rick decided to try and find whoever or whatever was provoking the reaction from his shard so he decided to walk around the campus. His shard got warmer or colder depending on which way he went, and he decided to head in whatever direction made it warmer.
Eventually he found himself in an area where a few people were sitting under a tree to eat lunch. He was certain that one of them was the person he was looking for, but he couldn't tell which one, and neither could he risk asking. So, he sat down on a bench and waited for something to happen. After all, great things come to those who wait.
Shards of glass rained from the sky, destroying everything that they touched, simply turning it into ash; for a second it'd be frozen in place then the wind would blow and along would the ash. David turned away from the scene and was running furiously in a instant, he gasped for air as he ran through a forest, a dark forest. Trees stretched up far higher than normal; the trees looked dead, withered and rotting slowly. Light dared not enter leaving the forest almost pitch black.
David continued running, pure panic and fear coursing through his veins, he knew he could not outrun the storm of class, it would eventually catch him, it was inevitable. The small survival instinct echoing through him kept him on however, screaming at him not to give up. Surprising as it may sound David had been through this scene many times, he knew how it ended, him dying horribly and then? Nothing. David could now tell that the storm was behind him, a force gripped him forcing him to turn around and face the storm. One glimpse and then it was upon him.
David awoke with a startled gasp followed by him thrashing wildly, it took a couple of seconds for him to realize that he wasn't in dreamland anymore or in his case nightmare land, his body relaxed and he began breathing deeply. "What a nightmare..." he murmured to himself still trying to catch his breath, he pushed himself up and sat on the edge of his bed, his hands supporting his head. David couldn't remember the last time he had had a nightmare, he drew a blank and simply hoped that they wouldn't continue.
In the corner of David's room a clock steadily ticked as David cast his gaze over towards it, his eyes widened and he let out a sigh, he was late... again. David wasn't late for school however, that had become entirely optional, he had another hour before the physics class he wanted to attend started. Instead he was late for his schedule, he should have been up at 8:00am sharp then had breakfast followed by a quick shower and other necessities to prepare for his day. David turned before grabbing a piece of paper from his bedside table, after some quick rearranging he was satisfied (barely) with his new makeshift schedule.
Feeling irritated and worn down David slid off his bed and onto the floor, he wearily stood for a second become shuffling over to his bathroom. David couldn't help but feel annoyed, this wasn't the perfect start to the day, he walked over to the mirror and examined himself, he looked the same as he usually did, a little wide-eyed from his nightmare but that was understandable, what caught his eye though was the pendant he wore: a small yellow crystal which hung from his neck, it was fashioned crudely from a small iron chain. David held it in his palm and squeezed gently, he didn't know why but he felt different wearing this, somehow stronger and generally healthy, that was the only word he could use that fit.
As he turned to look away from his reflection he couldn't help but catch sight of the mark on his neck, it looked like an hourglass, his eyes focused on to it, a numb pain kept emanating from there, he thought nothing of it, a shard of space rock did pierce his neck after all. The appearance of the mark disturbed him though, it just appeared, he thought at first somebody in the hospital had tattooed him or something, then he began hearing rumors about marks appearing randomly on people, he didn't know much but he knew something was wrong. David walked to the cabinet above his sink, he rooted through it before eventually finding a plaster. Using his hands he stuck the plaster on the back of his neck; some of the mark could still be seen but that was barely.
David reentered his room ten minutes later, following his quick shower. His hair was dripping wet, he grabbed a towel and quickly began drying his hair vigorously, after drying himself he donned his casual clothes. David turned once again and regarded himself in his bedroom mirror, he looked tired and his hair was still partly wet, the clothes hung loosely around him. David shrugged indifferent about his appearance. David had never been one to value vanity, he honestly couldn't be bothered for that sort of thing. Too much effort in his opinion. With that out of the way David headed towards his stairs letting out a yawn.
David entered the kitchen, which went through his living room, the house he and his mother had owned was quite small but they made do with the space they had. As David entered the kitchen his head was drawn to the fridge, his eyes came into focus when he realized his mother had left a posted note.
Sorry about letting you sleep in kiddo, didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked so tired, you should really start taking it easy, have a lie in and relax, do that for your mother please? Anyway, I'm off to work hon. You know the drill. I'll be back by six, dinners in the microwave.
David winced slightly, feeling a pang of anger and guilt at the same time. David felt annoyed and frustrated that his mother hadn't woke him but he also felt guilty for feeling mad at her. She held his best interests at heart after all, David let out a sigh before ripping the posted note off the fridge in annoyance, he screwed it up and threw it in the trash. David then turned slowly deciding to make himself breakfast, David took out two pieces of bread and put them both into the toaster, he pushed the spring down turning the toaster on. David then pulled out a plate from the cupboard, as he turned to place the plate on the counter he tripped over his own feet, he lost his grip on the plate, it went hurtling through the air, David raised both his hands in surprise.
What happened next surprised David even further, the plate stopped in midair, frozen. In turn David froze as well shocked, he stared at it for a second before shaking his head, then a loud ding entered the room followed by a spring, toast was done. At that moment however the plate fell to the floor and shattered, David's concentration broken. David looked at the remains of the plate in shock and pure awe, he turned at that moment forgetting about the toast and walked out of the door to his house in pure panic and confusion. Had he done that? David certainly felt like he had, a migraine pounded in the back of his head, he couldn't concentrate. School would have to wait, he had to clear his head and walking felt like a miraculous way to do so.
David continued running, pure panic and fear coursing through his veins, he knew he could not outrun the storm of class, it would eventually catch him, it was inevitable. The small survival instinct echoing through him kept him on however, screaming at him not to give up. Surprising as it may sound David had been through this scene many times, he knew how it ended, him dying horribly and then? Nothing. David could now tell that the storm was behind him, a force gripped him forcing him to turn around and face the storm. One glimpse and then it was upon him.
David awoke with a startled gasp followed by him thrashing wildly, it took a couple of seconds for him to realize that he wasn't in dreamland anymore or in his case nightmare land, his body relaxed and he began breathing deeply. "What a nightmare..." he murmured to himself still trying to catch his breath, he pushed himself up and sat on the edge of his bed, his hands supporting his head. David couldn't remember the last time he had had a nightmare, he drew a blank and simply hoped that they wouldn't continue.
In the corner of David's room a clock steadily ticked as David cast his gaze over towards it, his eyes widened and he let out a sigh, he was late... again. David wasn't late for school however, that had become entirely optional, he had another hour before the physics class he wanted to attend started. Instead he was late for his schedule, he should have been up at 8:00am sharp then had breakfast followed by a quick shower and other necessities to prepare for his day. David turned before grabbing a piece of paper from his bedside table, after some quick rearranging he was satisfied (barely) with his new makeshift schedule.
Feeling irritated and worn down David slid off his bed and onto the floor, he wearily stood for a second become shuffling over to his bathroom. David couldn't help but feel annoyed, this wasn't the perfect start to the day, he walked over to the mirror and examined himself, he looked the same as he usually did, a little wide-eyed from his nightmare but that was understandable, what caught his eye though was the pendant he wore: a small yellow crystal which hung from his neck, it was fashioned crudely from a small iron chain. David held it in his palm and squeezed gently, he didn't know why but he felt different wearing this, somehow stronger and generally healthy, that was the only word he could use that fit.
As he turned to look away from his reflection he couldn't help but catch sight of the mark on his neck, it looked like an hourglass, his eyes focused on to it, a numb pain kept emanating from there, he thought nothing of it, a shard of space rock did pierce his neck after all. The appearance of the mark disturbed him though, it just appeared, he thought at first somebody in the hospital had tattooed him or something, then he began hearing rumors about marks appearing randomly on people, he didn't know much but he knew something was wrong. David walked to the cabinet above his sink, he rooted through it before eventually finding a plaster. Using his hands he stuck the plaster on the back of his neck; some of the mark could still be seen but that was barely.
David reentered his room ten minutes later, following his quick shower. His hair was dripping wet, he grabbed a towel and quickly began drying his hair vigorously, after drying himself he donned his casual clothes. David turned once again and regarded himself in his bedroom mirror, he looked tired and his hair was still partly wet, the clothes hung loosely around him. David shrugged indifferent about his appearance. David had never been one to value vanity, he honestly couldn't be bothered for that sort of thing. Too much effort in his opinion. With that out of the way David headed towards his stairs letting out a yawn.
David entered the kitchen, which went through his living room, the house he and his mother had owned was quite small but they made do with the space they had. As David entered the kitchen his head was drawn to the fridge, his eyes came into focus when he realized his mother had left a posted note.
Sorry about letting you sleep in kiddo, didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked so tired, you should really start taking it easy, have a lie in and relax, do that for your mother please? Anyway, I'm off to work hon. You know the drill. I'll be back by six, dinners in the microwave.
David winced slightly, feeling a pang of anger and guilt at the same time. David felt annoyed and frustrated that his mother hadn't woke him but he also felt guilty for feeling mad at her. She held his best interests at heart after all, David let out a sigh before ripping the posted note off the fridge in annoyance, he screwed it up and threw it in the trash. David then turned slowly deciding to make himself breakfast, David took out two pieces of bread and put them both into the toaster, he pushed the spring down turning the toaster on. David then pulled out a plate from the cupboard, as he turned to place the plate on the counter he tripped over his own feet, he lost his grip on the plate, it went hurtling through the air, David raised both his hands in surprise.
What happened next surprised David even further, the plate stopped in midair, frozen. In turn David froze as well shocked, he stared at it for a second before shaking his head, then a loud ding entered the room followed by a spring, toast was done. At that moment however the plate fell to the floor and shattered, David's concentration broken. David looked at the remains of the plate in shock and pure awe, he turned at that moment forgetting about the toast and walked out of the door to his house in pure panic and confusion. Had he done that? David certainly felt like he had, a migraine pounded in the back of his head, he couldn't concentrate. School would have to wait, he had to clear his head and walking felt like a miraculous way to do so.
The setting changes from Earth to Mission Viejo
Finn sighed and coughed, feeling worse than he had the previous day. It was his second day at home from the hospital. A month or so had passed since the incident of the meteor striking the city of Mission Viejo. He himself was not a native to these parts, but felt concern for the others in the area that had been hurt in the blast. He had wondered momentarily if the shower of space had affected his hometown as well, but was too bothered to check. There were more pressing matters at the moment.
One of those was why they heck did he feel like he was having an asthma attack? He had no history of asthma and from what he knew neither did his biological parents. It was one of the downfalls of not knowing your parents; there was no immediate knowledge of medical problems in the family. Of course he could ask his brother's parents, but then they might find him and drag him away. He didn't want that. His attention turned back to the burning sensation coming from his chest, more specifically, his lungs. He had awoken that day with an odd mark on his chest, which looked like a tattoo. Being a teetotaler, he doubted that he'd done this to himself on impulse. Besides, he typically didn't go out late at night and had few friends in this area. The only friend he had was now long gone, though he knew not where. He had come home to an empty apartment, paranoid neighbors, and the rent to be paid.
The young man went to the bathroom again, looking in the small window above the sink and examining the mark on his chest. He liked it and wasn't bothered by it much. Of course, that had been before his lungs had turned to glass and his chest felt like it would explode. Right now, Finn wanted more than anything to rip it off so he could breathe. Still agitated, he returned to the kitchen area and took a drink of water. The cool liquid felt good slipping down his throat, though his chest did not seem to approve. He left out a sigh (which also hurt) and decided to go for a quick jog. He wouldn't go far, for fear of collapsing in the street.
He clothed himself appropriately and left his apartment, descending two flights of stairs and walking out into the California sun. He glanced up at it and began at a slow jog. Before he got to the corner, he felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. Frustrated and gagging for air, he managed to get back to the building and dragged himself up the stairs. Upon entering his lonesome apartment, Finn collapsed onto the floor and closed the door quickly. Breathing heavily, each inhale he took felt like needles pricking his chest and lungs. With each exhale, the pain wasn't much better. What was happening?
Finn glanced to his right at the couch. If only he could make it over there...
Awaking with a start, the dark haired man jumped off of the ground in looked at the stove clock in the kitchen. It was 1 in the morning. Groaning, he fumbled around in the dark, groping for the light switch. Had he'd been asleep all this time? Even more confused than before, he noticed the dull glow come from his leg. More precisely, it was the meteor fragment which had impaled his hand when he lifted it to shield his face. The wound was healed now, but the rest of Finn's damaged body was still not as good as it used to be. He almost wished he was back at the hospital being waited on.
Sighing, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep again.
In the late morning, Finn found himself staring intently at the mark on his chest again, tracing it lightly with his fingers. It wasn't stinging much today and his breathing felt remarkably better. Actually, he hadn't had any trouble consuming oxygen since the first time he woke up earlier. It was strange and curious. Was this a side effect to all those meds he had been on? It seemed unlikely they could cause that much pain though and impair a critical function of his body. Speaking of which, maybe he should have called somebody about that...
Finn sighed and dressed before grabbing his good luck charm and attaching it to a belt loop on his pants. He placed the fragment in his pocket before leaving the apartment, his keys in a different pocket. What was he going to do today? He was a tad lonely, but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. He would go to the Kaleidoscope or maybe just walk around town. The first thing on his mind was getting lunch.
Whistling, he left the apartment building and walked down the street. Eventually he found himself at a burger joint and entered. After eating, Finn began walking in the direction of CVHS. He had no real intentions; he was merely walking to occupy his day. Besides, there were numerous curious things here in California. And unbeknownst to him, there were others who were having similar difficulties in their day. As much as he wanted to ask anyone he came across, the military and other authority milling about the city was unnerving. They had enough information about the meteor and those affected by it. So what were they looking for- an alien?
He chuckled and stood across the street from the school, gazing at it. Big or small, a high school was a high school. Then again, school was no longer required and from he had heard the teachers were receiving a nice, fat check for doing nothing. Oh where had society gone wrong? Soon he would get paid for sleeping, though he supposed he wouldn't mind that all too much.
One of those was why they heck did he feel like he was having an asthma attack? He had no history of asthma and from what he knew neither did his biological parents. It was one of the downfalls of not knowing your parents; there was no immediate knowledge of medical problems in the family. Of course he could ask his brother's parents, but then they might find him and drag him away. He didn't want that. His attention turned back to the burning sensation coming from his chest, more specifically, his lungs. He had awoken that day with an odd mark on his chest, which looked like a tattoo. Being a teetotaler, he doubted that he'd done this to himself on impulse. Besides, he typically didn't go out late at night and had few friends in this area. The only friend he had was now long gone, though he knew not where. He had come home to an empty apartment, paranoid neighbors, and the rent to be paid.
The young man went to the bathroom again, looking in the small window above the sink and examining the mark on his chest. He liked it and wasn't bothered by it much. Of course, that had been before his lungs had turned to glass and his chest felt like it would explode. Right now, Finn wanted more than anything to rip it off so he could breathe. Still agitated, he returned to the kitchen area and took a drink of water. The cool liquid felt good slipping down his throat, though his chest did not seem to approve. He left out a sigh (which also hurt) and decided to go for a quick jog. He wouldn't go far, for fear of collapsing in the street.
He clothed himself appropriately and left his apartment, descending two flights of stairs and walking out into the California sun. He glanced up at it and began at a slow jog. Before he got to the corner, he felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. Frustrated and gagging for air, he managed to get back to the building and dragged himself up the stairs. Upon entering his lonesome apartment, Finn collapsed onto the floor and closed the door quickly. Breathing heavily, each inhale he took felt like needles pricking his chest and lungs. With each exhale, the pain wasn't much better. What was happening?
Finn glanced to his right at the couch. If only he could make it over there...
Awaking with a start, the dark haired man jumped off of the ground in looked at the stove clock in the kitchen. It was 1 in the morning. Groaning, he fumbled around in the dark, groping for the light switch. Had he'd been asleep all this time? Even more confused than before, he noticed the dull glow come from his leg. More precisely, it was the meteor fragment which had impaled his hand when he lifted it to shield his face. The wound was healed now, but the rest of Finn's damaged body was still not as good as it used to be. He almost wished he was back at the hospital being waited on.
Sighing, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep again.
In the late morning, Finn found himself staring intently at the mark on his chest again, tracing it lightly with his fingers. It wasn't stinging much today and his breathing felt remarkably better. Actually, he hadn't had any trouble consuming oxygen since the first time he woke up earlier. It was strange and curious. Was this a side effect to all those meds he had been on? It seemed unlikely they could cause that much pain though and impair a critical function of his body. Speaking of which, maybe he should have called somebody about that...
Finn sighed and dressed before grabbing his good luck charm and attaching it to a belt loop on his pants. He placed the fragment in his pocket before leaving the apartment, his keys in a different pocket. What was he going to do today? He was a tad lonely, but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. He would go to the Kaleidoscope or maybe just walk around town. The first thing on his mind was getting lunch.
Whistling, he left the apartment building and walked down the street. Eventually he found himself at a burger joint and entered. After eating, Finn began walking in the direction of CVHS. He had no real intentions; he was merely walking to occupy his day. Besides, there were numerous curious things here in California. And unbeknownst to him, there were others who were having similar difficulties in their day. As much as he wanted to ask anyone he came across, the military and other authority milling about the city was unnerving. They had enough information about the meteor and those affected by it. So what were they looking for- an alien?
He chuckled and stood across the street from the school, gazing at it. Big or small, a high school was a high school. Then again, school was no longer required and from he had heard the teachers were receiving a nice, fat check for doing nothing. Oh where had society gone wrong? Soon he would get paid for sleeping, though he supposed he wouldn't mind that all too much.
The setting changes from Mission Viejo to CVHS
A lunchables and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich later, Clair sipped her strawberry yogurt which had been heated in her backpack over time. It wasn't the best tasting thing in the world, but it was something. Nearby, there was another group under another tree talking about what strange things have been happening lately, like that one rumor of the guy who could balance a pencil under his finger. Normally, Clair would think this stupid to talk about, but with things as they are now she wasn't very surprised. Anyone with one of those cursed marks could do anything, as far as she knew. She could freeze the mattress she was sleeping on, after all.
As if on cue, she felt her smart phone vibrate with a text from her mom. Oh great, here we go, she thought to herself as she pulled the phone out of her right pocket with a gloved hand. Lifting the phone and seeing the temperature app had started reading dropping temperatures (as usual), she opened her texting app and read the message from her mom. "Sheets cleaned. Heck of a period you have there. XD" Clair had a heavy blush when reading that, and she felt her phone frost up when she slid it back into her pocket. Well, she brought this upon herself. Despite how spoiling she was, her mom had always taken every chance she got to embarrass Clair when it came to perverted comments. Some students at the school had figured this out themselves, and she would have to bolt out of the classroom before she froze her desk or something on accident.
Clair was about to finish her lunch after calming down, but noticed that she hadn't calmed down yet. Her gloved hand was growing colder, and the crystal meteor fragment in her pocket started to chill as well. She stealthily took the fragment from her pocket, and saw that it was now glowing blue and pulsating with the symbol of her mark within. What could this mean? Krystal looked around as she put the fragment away, and stood from her spot to head to the bathroom. Nothing good had ever come out of her mark before, and thinking of what the fragment could do scared her. She stood and looked around, grabbing her book bag and fast-walked back into the school's main building, unknowingly passing the person looking for her. In a few seconds, she would be in the bathroom. Almost there... Just a little further...
"Hey Clair!" She stopped with a shudder, and turned around to see who had called her in the midst of her predicament. She saw Stacey approaching, one of her best friends. Well, she used to be her best friend before the meteor's impact. Now, Clair was more distant from everyone on account of what had happened. "What happened to you? And what's with those long cloths you're always wearing?" She asked, grabbing Clair by the hand. "My god, you're freezing!", she said.
"I... Uh... I was messing around in an ice tray and wanted to wash my hands in some warm water.", she decided, but Stacy glared back.
"Clair, I know you better than anyone, and it's a bit strange for you to be going around an ice bin wearing only one glove, isn't it?", she retorted.
"Well, maybe I was only in the ice bin using one hand."
"That's ridiculous. What would you be doing in an ice bin anyway?"
"Maybe getting some ice. Now if you'll excuse me...", she finished, walking away from Stacey before she could retort, who humphed and crossed her arms. Something had happened to Clair, though Stacey didn't know what it was, she was planning on finding out soon. Stacey turned and left to do her own thing, while Clair stood in front of the closed bathroom. A sign plastered on the front read, "No entry - Inspection in progress". With a sigh, she leaned on a nearby wall and waited for the bell to ring. It would be just another five minutes, anyway.
As if on cue, she felt her smart phone vibrate with a text from her mom. Oh great, here we go, she thought to herself as she pulled the phone out of her right pocket with a gloved hand. Lifting the phone and seeing the temperature app had started reading dropping temperatures (as usual), she opened her texting app and read the message from her mom. "Sheets cleaned. Heck of a period you have there. XD" Clair had a heavy blush when reading that, and she felt her phone frost up when she slid it back into her pocket. Well, she brought this upon herself. Despite how spoiling she was, her mom had always taken every chance she got to embarrass Clair when it came to perverted comments. Some students at the school had figured this out themselves, and she would have to bolt out of the classroom before she froze her desk or something on accident.
Clair was about to finish her lunch after calming down, but noticed that she hadn't calmed down yet. Her gloved hand was growing colder, and the crystal meteor fragment in her pocket started to chill as well. She stealthily took the fragment from her pocket, and saw that it was now glowing blue and pulsating with the symbol of her mark within. What could this mean? Krystal looked around as she put the fragment away, and stood from her spot to head to the bathroom. Nothing good had ever come out of her mark before, and thinking of what the fragment could do scared her. She stood and looked around, grabbing her book bag and fast-walked back into the school's main building, unknowingly passing the person looking for her. In a few seconds, she would be in the bathroom. Almost there... Just a little further...
"Hey Clair!" She stopped with a shudder, and turned around to see who had called her in the midst of her predicament. She saw Stacey approaching, one of her best friends. Well, she used to be her best friend before the meteor's impact. Now, Clair was more distant from everyone on account of what had happened. "What happened to you? And what's with those long cloths you're always wearing?" She asked, grabbing Clair by the hand. "My god, you're freezing!", she said.
"I... Uh... I was messing around in an ice tray and wanted to wash my hands in some warm water.", she decided, but Stacy glared back.
"Clair, I know you better than anyone, and it's a bit strange for you to be going around an ice bin wearing only one glove, isn't it?", she retorted.
"Well, maybe I was only in the ice bin using one hand."
"That's ridiculous. What would you be doing in an ice bin anyway?"
"Maybe getting some ice. Now if you'll excuse me...", she finished, walking away from Stacey before she could retort, who humphed and crossed her arms. Something had happened to Clair, though Stacey didn't know what it was, she was planning on finding out soon. Stacey turned and left to do her own thing, while Clair stood in front of the closed bathroom. A sign plastered on the front read, "No entry - Inspection in progress". With a sigh, she leaned on a nearby wall and waited for the bell to ring. It would be just another five minutes, anyway.
With a small humph and a scratch on the messy, undernourished hair, Danielle rolled onto her feet out of her bed, walking clumsily to the mirror at the end of her bed. Her room was a small square, big enough to fit a single bed, a dresser, a bookcase and a stand up mirror. Her bed was a usual tangle of sheets where she's never warm enough or always too warm. Her dresser was plain, holding a picture of her parents holding each other, framed by a black thin line. Her bookcase held her textbooks, numerous books she had never read and a couple of magazines and dirty clothes thrown across the case from tired states. Her room was...average. Living by herself, Danielle had never expected to hoard much stuff. And she never did.
Looking into the mirror, what she saw looking back at her didn't surprise her. She was standing slouched back scratching her messy head of hair, looking at her left hand index finger. It was still there. The little blister looking thing. It sometimes itched, burned and sometimes felt like it was freezing off. But today, it felt like a permanent bruise. It was almost white at the tip, like a small pimple, but what destroyed the comparison was the rest of the blister-like thing was black. Danielle tried helplessly popping the blister-thing, crying out in pain every few seconds but soon gave up before she caused herself tears. She looked back up at the mirror. She was standing in her undies with a shirt on too big for her. With a yawn and a huff, she walked into her kitchen to find some food to eat.
Without checking the clock above her fridge, Danielle opened her refrigerator and grabbed her carton of strawberry milk and sat down at the dining table, slouched back still, eyes dreary and tired. She took a few swigs from her most precious strawberry milk and then slowly, painfully slow, looked at the clock. She was meant to be somewhere. And she couldn't quite remember where. She looked at the table, frowning, slowly starting to stand, getting into a defensive position. She slowly put her milk away, still frowning, scratching her head, then creep back into her room. Should find some pants... With the small mind of that, she found her favorite cargo pants, slipped them on and kept the too big shirt that was too comfy to take off. She grabbed her Monster cap, a strawberry lollipop and headed out the door...so...slowly. She was still frowning.
Where was I meant to be?
Danielle slowly started walking towards the Kaleidoscope, lollipop in hand, twisting the untwistable wrapper until she could open it. Danielle had no idea about the mark on her finger, why it was there, how it was there and that it wasn't under control, in her potential power. Danielle began to smile, "Food," she mumbled to herself. That's when she remembered what she was to do today, she was to get groceries. With the small mind of Danielle, she picked up her pace, munching on her strawberry lollipop on her way to the Kaleidoscope to relax before she went and did some grocery shopping...the small-minded girl...
Looking into the mirror, what she saw looking back at her didn't surprise her. She was standing slouched back scratching her messy head of hair, looking at her left hand index finger. It was still there. The little blister looking thing. It sometimes itched, burned and sometimes felt like it was freezing off. But today, it felt like a permanent bruise. It was almost white at the tip, like a small pimple, but what destroyed the comparison was the rest of the blister-like thing was black. Danielle tried helplessly popping the blister-thing, crying out in pain every few seconds but soon gave up before she caused herself tears. She looked back up at the mirror. She was standing in her undies with a shirt on too big for her. With a yawn and a huff, she walked into her kitchen to find some food to eat.
Without checking the clock above her fridge, Danielle opened her refrigerator and grabbed her carton of strawberry milk and sat down at the dining table, slouched back still, eyes dreary and tired. She took a few swigs from her most precious strawberry milk and then slowly, painfully slow, looked at the clock. She was meant to be somewhere. And she couldn't quite remember where. She looked at the table, frowning, slowly starting to stand, getting into a defensive position. She slowly put her milk away, still frowning, scratching her head, then creep back into her room. Should find some pants... With the small mind of that, she found her favorite cargo pants, slipped them on and kept the too big shirt that was too comfy to take off. She grabbed her Monster cap, a strawberry lollipop and headed out the door...so...slowly. She was still frowning.
Where was I meant to be?
Danielle slowly started walking towards the Kaleidoscope, lollipop in hand, twisting the untwistable wrapper until she could open it. Danielle had no idea about the mark on her finger, why it was there, how it was there and that it wasn't under control, in her potential power. Danielle began to smile, "Food," she mumbled to herself. That's when she remembered what she was to do today, she was to get groceries. With the small mind of Danielle, she picked up her pace, munching on her strawberry lollipop on her way to the Kaleidoscope to relax before she went and did some grocery shopping...the small-minded girl...
Rick sat on the bench and began to eat his lunch, starting with a bag of mini, salt and vinegar flavoured ryvita. He never understood why people labelled ryvita as diet food for women who were paranoid about their weight; Rick just ate them because they tasted nice. As he ate, he looked at the people under the tree and wondered which one was the one he was looking for. None of them seemed particularly abnormal, the weirdest obvious feature was the fact one was wearing a glove. Why would she be wearing a glove when it was so warm, and why only one? It seemed awfully odd, but that was little evidence to go on.
Rick was half way through his nutella sandwich when his meteor shard began to heat up even more. He was guessing that his target had got up and was getting closer to him, and he was right. The girl with the glove had stood up and was walking towards him, causing the crystal to get hotter and hotter. Eventually it reached the point where it almost burned him, the girl was mere inches away as she walked past. Perhaps his assumption about the glove wasn't so unfair after all. He was certain that she was the one he was looking for; it would certainly be very odd if she wasn't. Rick hurriedly finished his sandwich, stood up, slung his bass back over his shoulder and set off after her. Even when she wasn't in sight, Rick could use his meteor shard to navigate.
Rick caught up to her just in time to see her leave what appeared to be an argument with another girl. The other girl strutted down the corridor, clearly annoyed and pushed past Rick without a word. He was half inclined to shout a snarky comment to her, but decided that she wasn't worth agitating any further. The girl with the glove was leaning against the wall, looking like she was awaiting someone or something. He was now completely certain that she was like him, she'd been struck by the meteor and granted a strange power and a brand to go with it. He wasn't entirely sure how to ask about it without exposing himself as marked, so he said the only thing he could think of. So, he shoved his hands into his pockets, walked over and spoke.
"It's awfully odd to be wearing just one glove." Rick commented, "If I didn't know better, I would say you're try to hide something."
Rick was half way through his nutella sandwich when his meteor shard began to heat up even more. He was guessing that his target had got up and was getting closer to him, and he was right. The girl with the glove had stood up and was walking towards him, causing the crystal to get hotter and hotter. Eventually it reached the point where it almost burned him, the girl was mere inches away as she walked past. Perhaps his assumption about the glove wasn't so unfair after all. He was certain that she was the one he was looking for; it would certainly be very odd if she wasn't. Rick hurriedly finished his sandwich, stood up, slung his bass back over his shoulder and set off after her. Even when she wasn't in sight, Rick could use his meteor shard to navigate.
Rick caught up to her just in time to see her leave what appeared to be an argument with another girl. The other girl strutted down the corridor, clearly annoyed and pushed past Rick without a word. He was half inclined to shout a snarky comment to her, but decided that she wasn't worth agitating any further. The girl with the glove was leaning against the wall, looking like she was awaiting someone or something. He was now completely certain that she was like him, she'd been struck by the meteor and granted a strange power and a brand to go with it. He wasn't entirely sure how to ask about it without exposing himself as marked, so he said the only thing he could think of. So, he shoved his hands into his pockets, walked over and spoke.
"It's awfully odd to be wearing just one glove." Rick commented, "If I didn't know better, I would say you're try to hide something."
The setting changes from CVHS to Saddleback College
Ingus was sitting at his desk, slumped slightly forwards with a hand on his cheek; letting his eyes skim over the room. As had become the usual affair, he was one of just several students in his lecture hall. They were all scattered about and must've numbered around five, as a good estimate. He only partially allowed his attentions to slip to his professor, who was not even trying to teach the academia anymore and had written useless assignments on the board. University had certainly become lacking ever since the asteroid had hit--and no one seemed to be apt to putting in the prior efforts to actually go to class. Perhaps a small part of him was annoyed at this but largely, he drew comfort from this fact. He had never preferred the large group of his class, which was generally a suffocating number of near twenty-two.
Having long since finished his classwork, he turned his gaze to the window. The sounds of lead scraping against paper were faint, the other students obviously still working on their assignments. He blew his bangs upwards, tapping his heel against the floor. Why was he even still here? He'd finished what he was supposed to do for the day. He actually could've avoided coming to class altogether, if he had calculated effectively and known they would only have to write an essay. Sighing, he looked back over at their professor, who was immersed in some sort of activity on his phone. Rolling his eyes, he went to remove his hand from his cheek to adjust one of his gloves when something caught his attentions. Something out of the corner of his eye.
A flash of pink... No, she wouldn't have...
He immediately turned towards the window, one of his eyebrows furrowed and a vague, deadpan look on his face. As he feared, his eyes caught the black-grayish form of the willowy woman that had appeared not too long after the meteor shower. The woman who still refused to listen to him or even tell him her purpose or what, exactly, her existence symbolized. He looked rapidly back at the students in his class--yet no one was looking up in his direction. He bit his lip as he turned back, trying to think of how to make her go away. This, unfortunately, had turned into something of a daily occurrence as well.
Shalun'ya, as he had named her, never tarried too far from his vicinity. Yet not a word ever left her lips as to why she followed him, in fact, he had never heard her speak a single word at all. Only that taunting smirk on her lips and the quiet, chuckle of her laughter. Which she was doing now. Because she clearly took some amusement from causing him trouble. They stared at each other a bit longer before she leaned in, putting one of her hands to the window. Wait a minute. He shifted his weight forwards so he could peer out the window better. They were four stories up above the ground. How was she floating?
She must've caught sight of the confused light in his eyes for he saw her raise a few fingers in front of his lips. She was laughing at him. Again. He really, really, was not an object of amusement. No matter the ridiculous statements that might be made by his younger sister. Slowly, he slid his eyes back to the room; still safe. Breathing out in relief, he gradually straightened, very carefully so as not to draw unnecessary attention. He was being cautious, now, to do everything at a controlled pace. Any sudden movements would be heard by the students and having any one of them see the floating girl hovering outside the window (in broad daylight, he might add--he had asked her not to do that) would raise more aggravation than he was willing to deal with. He pushed his book into his messenger bag, lifting up his pen and sliding it into the side compartment.
Still clear, only a bit more.
Ingus adjusted the straps of his bag as he put it over his right shoulder and side-stepped his way around his desk. Very quietly, he walked around to the door through the back of the room, turning the door handle with as much as care as he could manage. As soon as he had let himself out of class, a frown came upon his lips.
'I swear, she only exists to cause me grief...' He thought, eyebrow furrowing a bit more at the notion. Still, if she had appeared, clearly there was something she wanted to show him. As devious as Shalun'ya came across, she did seem to possess a keen sense of things. And he had a feeling she wasn't going to go away until he complied with her wishes. Between this woman and his sister, one of these days, he was seriously going to collapse.
Having long since finished his classwork, he turned his gaze to the window. The sounds of lead scraping against paper were faint, the other students obviously still working on their assignments. He blew his bangs upwards, tapping his heel against the floor. Why was he even still here? He'd finished what he was supposed to do for the day. He actually could've avoided coming to class altogether, if he had calculated effectively and known they would only have to write an essay. Sighing, he looked back over at their professor, who was immersed in some sort of activity on his phone. Rolling his eyes, he went to remove his hand from his cheek to adjust one of his gloves when something caught his attentions. Something out of the corner of his eye.
A flash of pink... No, she wouldn't have...
He immediately turned towards the window, one of his eyebrows furrowed and a vague, deadpan look on his face. As he feared, his eyes caught the black-grayish form of the willowy woman that had appeared not too long after the meteor shower. The woman who still refused to listen to him or even tell him her purpose or what, exactly, her existence symbolized. He looked rapidly back at the students in his class--yet no one was looking up in his direction. He bit his lip as he turned back, trying to think of how to make her go away. This, unfortunately, had turned into something of a daily occurrence as well.
Shalun'ya, as he had named her, never tarried too far from his vicinity. Yet not a word ever left her lips as to why she followed him, in fact, he had never heard her speak a single word at all. Only that taunting smirk on her lips and the quiet, chuckle of her laughter. Which she was doing now. Because she clearly took some amusement from causing him trouble. They stared at each other a bit longer before she leaned in, putting one of her hands to the window. Wait a minute. He shifted his weight forwards so he could peer out the window better. They were four stories up above the ground. How was she floating?
She must've caught sight of the confused light in his eyes for he saw her raise a few fingers in front of his lips. She was laughing at him. Again. He really, really, was not an object of amusement. No matter the ridiculous statements that might be made by his younger sister. Slowly, he slid his eyes back to the room; still safe. Breathing out in relief, he gradually straightened, very carefully so as not to draw unnecessary attention. He was being cautious, now, to do everything at a controlled pace. Any sudden movements would be heard by the students and having any one of them see the floating girl hovering outside the window (in broad daylight, he might add--he had asked her not to do that) would raise more aggravation than he was willing to deal with. He pushed his book into his messenger bag, lifting up his pen and sliding it into the side compartment.
Still clear, only a bit more.
Ingus adjusted the straps of his bag as he put it over his right shoulder and side-stepped his way around his desk. Very quietly, he walked around to the door through the back of the room, turning the door handle with as much as care as he could manage. As soon as he had let himself out of class, a frown came upon his lips.
'I swear, she only exists to cause me grief...' He thought, eyebrow furrowing a bit more at the notion. Still, if she had appeared, clearly there was something she wanted to show him. As devious as Shalun'ya came across, she did seem to possess a keen sense of things. And he had a feeling she wasn't going to go away until he complied with her wishes. Between this woman and his sister, one of these days, he was seriously going to collapse.
The setting changes from Saddleback College to The Kaleidoscope
Danielle slowly walked towards the entrance of the Kaleidoscope, walking through the parking lot and up stairs leading to the Plaza, and kept walking until she made it to the upper level. She walked over to the Sushi Restaurant, only stopping to grab a bite and leave. She was greeted by friendly faces, asking kindly what they could get her. Danielle hummed and ahh'ed before deciding on getting two cucumber and avocado sushi's. "We have just ran out, but we can go out back and quickly fix some up for you?" They offered. Danielle smiled and handed over some money before sitting by the entrance of the restaurant waiting for her sushi. While waiting for her food, Danielle scoped out the restaurant and the shopping center itself. It was the first time she had realised how quiet it was. How still and slow moving. She didn't realise how much damage the meteor's had caused.
A lone mother and child were arguing over by the elevators down to the Plaza over a toy the small child wanted. An elderly man read a newspaper article in one of the middle seating of the walkways. And a handful of teenagers were walking around, finding something to occupy themselves with. It was quiet, and Danielle felt strangely awkward about it. It felt wrong. Her eyes gazed back into the room, fixating onto the chair opposite her. Danielle found the lollipop in her mouth had finally desolved and she was only munching on the stick. The lady who had served her finally walked out with a little plastic container encasing two cucumber and avocado sushi's with the standard rice. Danielle smiled and thanked her before walking off.
Walking through the shopping center, Danielle felt more and felt lazy about getting the groceries, so settled on deciding to order pizza for dinner and live on whatever she can get her hands on. She suddenly remembered that she was suppose to work sometime that night, at her video store [OOC: assuming so xD]. Sighing, rolling her eyes, she decided to leave the Kaleidoscope and go on a leisurely stroll, discovering how lonely and truly bored she was becoming.
That was when her finger started to sting. Danielle looked at her index finger on her left hand and saw an oozing coming out of the blister like pimple. She grimaced at the disgusting sight and winced a little at the sting and began squeezing before all the ooze came out. It then continued from a sting, into a burn. "Ow. Ow ow ow ow," Danielle whimpered. She stopped her stroll, on a footpath and examined the burning sensation on her finger. A little swirl was forming, three little black dots splaying out of the swirl, smallest to biggest outwards. Danielle frown in curiosity. She looked around to see if anyone saw how idiotic she looked, and figured she didn't care. She thought she had better go home and investigate more further when out of wondering eyes.
When Danielle got home, she ran her finger under some cold water. It wasn't stinging, nor burning anymore. But it was irritating, the little swirl and dots being kind of embossed, like a strange tattoo. Danielle frowned at her finger before shrugging and walking out into her kitchen to the fridge to grab her strawberry flavored milk. But before Danielle even managed to reach her milk that was before her eyes, the milk rose from the shelf, without Danielle touching, then combusting. It wasn't a loud, big combustion. It was a small little flame like thing. "Whoa!" Danielle yelled, gripping her table that was infront of her fridge for balance. Her fridge door was still open, her milk spilled and carton shriveled into a crisp. "What...the hell," Danielle slowly walked towards the milk, expecting it to happen again. That was when she heard a light buzzing sound coming from her room.
Danielle turned around and quickly walked into her room, expecting it to be her mobile, but her little opal shaped souviner from the meteor was..buzzing. And glowing increasingly bright until Danielle couldn't look at it. "What is going on?" She thought. She walked towards her little stone, and then it stopped. Like someone had turned off a light switch, it stopped just like that. Danielle frowned, and walked back to the kitchen trying to kid herself into thinking nothing happened. Besides the fact that she would have to buy more strawberry milk after work that night.
A lone mother and child were arguing over by the elevators down to the Plaza over a toy the small child wanted. An elderly man read a newspaper article in one of the middle seating of the walkways. And a handful of teenagers were walking around, finding something to occupy themselves with. It was quiet, and Danielle felt strangely awkward about it. It felt wrong. Her eyes gazed back into the room, fixating onto the chair opposite her. Danielle found the lollipop in her mouth had finally desolved and she was only munching on the stick. The lady who had served her finally walked out with a little plastic container encasing two cucumber and avocado sushi's with the standard rice. Danielle smiled and thanked her before walking off.
Walking through the shopping center, Danielle felt more and felt lazy about getting the groceries, so settled on deciding to order pizza for dinner and live on whatever she can get her hands on. She suddenly remembered that she was suppose to work sometime that night, at her video store [OOC: assuming so xD]. Sighing, rolling her eyes, she decided to leave the Kaleidoscope and go on a leisurely stroll, discovering how lonely and truly bored she was becoming.
That was when her finger started to sting. Danielle looked at her index finger on her left hand and saw an oozing coming out of the blister like pimple. She grimaced at the disgusting sight and winced a little at the sting and began squeezing before all the ooze came out. It then continued from a sting, into a burn. "Ow. Ow ow ow ow," Danielle whimpered. She stopped her stroll, on a footpath and examined the burning sensation on her finger. A little swirl was forming, three little black dots splaying out of the swirl, smallest to biggest outwards. Danielle frown in curiosity. She looked around to see if anyone saw how idiotic she looked, and figured she didn't care. She thought she had better go home and investigate more further when out of wondering eyes.
When Danielle got home, she ran her finger under some cold water. It wasn't stinging, nor burning anymore. But it was irritating, the little swirl and dots being kind of embossed, like a strange tattoo. Danielle frowned at her finger before shrugging and walking out into her kitchen to the fridge to grab her strawberry flavored milk. But before Danielle even managed to reach her milk that was before her eyes, the milk rose from the shelf, without Danielle touching, then combusting. It wasn't a loud, big combustion. It was a small little flame like thing. "Whoa!" Danielle yelled, gripping her table that was infront of her fridge for balance. Her fridge door was still open, her milk spilled and carton shriveled into a crisp. "What...the hell," Danielle slowly walked towards the milk, expecting it to happen again. That was when she heard a light buzzing sound coming from her room.
Danielle turned around and quickly walked into her room, expecting it to be her mobile, but her little opal shaped souviner from the meteor was..buzzing. And glowing increasingly bright until Danielle couldn't look at it. "What is going on?" She thought. She walked towards her little stone, and then it stopped. Like someone had turned off a light switch, it stopped just like that. Danielle frowned, and walked back to the kitchen trying to kid herself into thinking nothing happened. Besides the fact that she would have to buy more strawberry milk after work that night.
"It's awfully odd to be wearing just one glove. If I didn't know better, I would say you're try to hide something.", the boy said as he casually approached Clair, who felt like she would frost up on the spot. Who would assume she was hiding something under her glove in the first place? Obviously, she wore it to hide the strange tattoo-like mark on her hand, but nobody else would assume that. However, the boy had made the fact that he knew extremely obvious. And the closer he got, the colder her fragment became. Just who was he?
"It's also strange to wear a bandanna to school..." Clair said in a meek tone while looking to the side. It was people like him that she didn't want to talk to. It was like he knew that she wasn't normal, unlike the city police who couldn't figure out a thing by knocking on someone's door and asking a question or two. The situation could have gotten much worse for her if the class bell didn't ring right then. "I have to go to class early, see ya-", she said quickly, leaving the boy behind as she ran off through the main building and downstairs, eventually making it to the teacher's parking lot. Saved by the bell, as the saying goes. She didn't have a sixth period class, and the school wouldn't let her go home until lunch ended. She decided that she would just head on home for the day, half out of the fact that the Kaleidoscope would be overcrowded after schools got out and half out of fear that she would run into the scarlet haired boy again. He somehow knew about her Mark, Clair was certain of this, but how? Did it have something to do with her fragment chilling when he got close to her?
There was a police officer waiting at the gate that kept cars from coming into the teachers' lot, and had finished pulling them open when Clair saw him. She quickly buried her gloved hand in her pocket before he saw her. "Heading on home, miss?" He asked in a normal tone. "Yea, I have no sixth period today." She replied as she passed him by. "Well, stay safe." He then said, and Clair only nodded as she made her way home in a fast walk. She passed the car dealers, the college, the middle school, and she finally arrived home after a long half-hour walk. Her mom wasn't home from work yet, so she headed into the back yard of her house to where the pool was. It was eleven feet deep on one end and four feet deep on the other, and took up most of her back yard. After looking around to see if there was anyone watching, she removed her glove and felt the symbol. Frost formed around it at her touch, reminding her of both it's potential and it's annoying "curse". Kneeling by the water's edge, she dipped her hand into the water. There was a bluish-white flash from the water, and with a sound similar to glass breaking, she had turned her pool into an ice skating rink. The effect was something that she found interest in, despite the chills she got afterwords.
Clair thought at one point that she could control this new power of hers, though she didn't know where to start. All good things come with hard work, and in this case, practice. So she began to practice. It didn't come easily at first, in fact, nothing came at first. All she had managed to accomplish in a few hours of practice was creating an icy-cold mist around her hand. "Well, it's a start." She said to herself with a smile as a familiar sound emitted from the front yard, like a car motor. Crap. Mom was home, and the pool was still frozen solid. Now HOW was she going to explain THAT?! She checked her phone, which told her that it was only six o-clock now. She was home early, too. Usually, she was home after Clair came home from the Kaleidoscope.
Maybe I don't have to explain anything, she thought to herself. She would just run over to the Kaleidoscope and hang out there for awhile, then come home! Genius in the making! Going through the side yard and jumping over the brick wall between there and the front yard, she fled her home and quickly made her way to the Kaleidoscope, which would be less populated around now. She hoped that the scarlet-haired boy she met at school wasn't there, but if he was, she would know, right? Her fragment DID chill when he was near, maybe it would again. At least she had some forewarning if he was there. Or maybe anyone else with a fragment on hand.
"It's also strange to wear a bandanna to school..." Clair said in a meek tone while looking to the side. It was people like him that she didn't want to talk to. It was like he knew that she wasn't normal, unlike the city police who couldn't figure out a thing by knocking on someone's door and asking a question or two. The situation could have gotten much worse for her if the class bell didn't ring right then. "I have to go to class early, see ya-", she said quickly, leaving the boy behind as she ran off through the main building and downstairs, eventually making it to the teacher's parking lot. Saved by the bell, as the saying goes. She didn't have a sixth period class, and the school wouldn't let her go home until lunch ended. She decided that she would just head on home for the day, half out of the fact that the Kaleidoscope would be overcrowded after schools got out and half out of fear that she would run into the scarlet haired boy again. He somehow knew about her Mark, Clair was certain of this, but how? Did it have something to do with her fragment chilling when he got close to her?
There was a police officer waiting at the gate that kept cars from coming into the teachers' lot, and had finished pulling them open when Clair saw him. She quickly buried her gloved hand in her pocket before he saw her. "Heading on home, miss?" He asked in a normal tone. "Yea, I have no sixth period today." She replied as she passed him by. "Well, stay safe." He then said, and Clair only nodded as she made her way home in a fast walk. She passed the car dealers, the college, the middle school, and she finally arrived home after a long half-hour walk. Her mom wasn't home from work yet, so she headed into the back yard of her house to where the pool was. It was eleven feet deep on one end and four feet deep on the other, and took up most of her back yard. After looking around to see if there was anyone watching, she removed her glove and felt the symbol. Frost formed around it at her touch, reminding her of both it's potential and it's annoying "curse". Kneeling by the water's edge, she dipped her hand into the water. There was a bluish-white flash from the water, and with a sound similar to glass breaking, she had turned her pool into an ice skating rink. The effect was something that she found interest in, despite the chills she got afterwords.
Clair thought at one point that she could control this new power of hers, though she didn't know where to start. All good things come with hard work, and in this case, practice. So she began to practice. It didn't come easily at first, in fact, nothing came at first. All she had managed to accomplish in a few hours of practice was creating an icy-cold mist around her hand. "Well, it's a start." She said to herself with a smile as a familiar sound emitted from the front yard, like a car motor. Crap. Mom was home, and the pool was still frozen solid. Now HOW was she going to explain THAT?! She checked her phone, which told her that it was only six o-clock now. She was home early, too. Usually, she was home after Clair came home from the Kaleidoscope.
Maybe I don't have to explain anything, she thought to herself. She would just run over to the Kaleidoscope and hang out there for awhile, then come home! Genius in the making! Going through the side yard and jumping over the brick wall between there and the front yard, she fled her home and quickly made her way to the Kaleidoscope, which would be less populated around now. She hoped that the scarlet-haired boy she met at school wasn't there, but if he was, she would know, right? Her fragment DID chill when he was near, maybe it would again. At least she had some forewarning if he was there. Or maybe anyone else with a fragment on hand.
The dark haired young man turned as a police man suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. "How are you today sir?" Finn asked before the officer could open his mouth. "I'm alright. I don't believe I've seen you at this school before. If you aren't a student or teacher I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Given that this man likely had a taser (he's always wanted to try using one on somebody or get tased himself) but also likely had a gun on him, the strange character did as was asked of him and began walking north in the direction of the college and Kaleidoscope.
After walking for a few minutes he started humming a familiar tune, perhaps a lullaby once sung to him by his brother's mom, or a children's song which really had no meaning at all. He walked and walked, turning when necessary and not exactly paying attention to the few cars that dared wander the streets. Unbeknownst to him, he was almost hit twice. What you don't know can't hurt you.
Finn began to use more caution as he approached the large mall near Saddleback College. He was weary of parking lots, as people didn't use common sense in these areas. At least, that's what he believed. If he was going to get hit by a car at any point in his life, it would be in a parking lot instead of along the busy roads leading up to here. Still humming, he walked around the back of the mall before coming to a real road again and turning. The Kaleidoscope was just around this corner and offered more of what he preferred- like an abundance of frozen yogurt and laser tag.
Taking in a deep breath, he found that the air seemed crisper than usual. He exhaled slowly, but did not feel an immediate need to inhale again. This was odd, given that he needed air to live. Pausing and breathing again, Finn felt refreshed. It felt like when you step out of the shower, awake and clean and warm. curious as to why the air felt so good now when only yesterday it felt like the Titanic was on his chest was even odder. Did this have anything to do with the marking on his chest?
Suddenly compelled to examine the meteor fragment, Finn removed it from his pocket and glanced down at it. Still attached to the key chain which was attached to his jeans, the fragment appeared to be ordinary. He hardly remembered the dull glow it had given off last night, but as if being struck on the head he thought he could see it now too. It was extremely faint with the sun being out, but at least to him it was still visible. A dull, almost pulsing light emanated from it. "Huh," he said, scratching his head and stepping off to the side of the walkway. He continued to examine the piece of space in his palm. Was he Superman now? No, Superman was born super, others like Spiderman were made, and Batman had lots of money. He was none of these heroes, yet he almost felt like he could relate to them. But if he was indeed a hero, then what power did he posses?
Confused, Finn continued on his way and pondered the questions circling around in his mind. He wasn't able to shoot lasers out of his eyes, climb walls, or withstand bullets. Attempting to see if this statement was in fact true would probably get him killed, and what would be the use in that? Frustration seeped into the confusion, making his mind swirl with thoughts and possibilities. It also answered some of the questions he'd kept to himself regarding the aftermath of the meteor. The military was indefinitely here to see if anything strange had happened to those affected by it. It was a bit odd to think that normal people, soldiers at that, would believe in this sort of childhood magic. But if it worked for them, it worked for him. As long as he wasn't too outlandish (more so than normal), he would be fine to discover what exactly was going on this town.
Entering the Kaleidoscope, he realized that he had no idea where he wanted to go. Yogurtland was his guilty pleasure, but all this thinking had ruined his appetite for semi-healthy foods. He began to walk around, stopping in AT&T briefly before heading to the upper level. He actually didn't have a cell phone, and so his first stop was not entirely trivial. He really didn't see the need in it, plus who would he call? His parents? His brother's parents? His roommate who had vanished off the face of the earth? Basically, Finn didn't have many, if any, connections to those around him nor did he truly want them. People were just trouble sometimes.
Once upstairs, the young man glanced down into the open space below. There were only a few people here right now, considering the town had been thrown into chaos and normality was just a dream. As far as he knew, none of his neighbors left their apartments much anymore. He had guessed that is was because of the patrols around the city, but he hadn't realized why until recently. So everything was falling apart, turning him and what he knew upside-down. Curious.
After walking for a few minutes he started humming a familiar tune, perhaps a lullaby once sung to him by his brother's mom, or a children's song which really had no meaning at all. He walked and walked, turning when necessary and not exactly paying attention to the few cars that dared wander the streets. Unbeknownst to him, he was almost hit twice. What you don't know can't hurt you.
Finn began to use more caution as he approached the large mall near Saddleback College. He was weary of parking lots, as people didn't use common sense in these areas. At least, that's what he believed. If he was going to get hit by a car at any point in his life, it would be in a parking lot instead of along the busy roads leading up to here. Still humming, he walked around the back of the mall before coming to a real road again and turning. The Kaleidoscope was just around this corner and offered more of what he preferred- like an abundance of frozen yogurt and laser tag.
Taking in a deep breath, he found that the air seemed crisper than usual. He exhaled slowly, but did not feel an immediate need to inhale again. This was odd, given that he needed air to live. Pausing and breathing again, Finn felt refreshed. It felt like when you step out of the shower, awake and clean and warm. curious as to why the air felt so good now when only yesterday it felt like the Titanic was on his chest was even odder. Did this have anything to do with the marking on his chest?
Suddenly compelled to examine the meteor fragment, Finn removed it from his pocket and glanced down at it. Still attached to the key chain which was attached to his jeans, the fragment appeared to be ordinary. He hardly remembered the dull glow it had given off last night, but as if being struck on the head he thought he could see it now too. It was extremely faint with the sun being out, but at least to him it was still visible. A dull, almost pulsing light emanated from it. "Huh," he said, scratching his head and stepping off to the side of the walkway. He continued to examine the piece of space in his palm. Was he Superman now? No, Superman was born super, others like Spiderman were made, and Batman had lots of money. He was none of these heroes, yet he almost felt like he could relate to them. But if he was indeed a hero, then what power did he posses?
Confused, Finn continued on his way and pondered the questions circling around in his mind. He wasn't able to shoot lasers out of his eyes, climb walls, or withstand bullets. Attempting to see if this statement was in fact true would probably get him killed, and what would be the use in that? Frustration seeped into the confusion, making his mind swirl with thoughts and possibilities. It also answered some of the questions he'd kept to himself regarding the aftermath of the meteor. The military was indefinitely here to see if anything strange had happened to those affected by it. It was a bit odd to think that normal people, soldiers at that, would believe in this sort of childhood magic. But if it worked for them, it worked for him. As long as he wasn't too outlandish (more so than normal), he would be fine to discover what exactly was going on this town.
Entering the Kaleidoscope, he realized that he had no idea where he wanted to go. Yogurtland was his guilty pleasure, but all this thinking had ruined his appetite for semi-healthy foods. He began to walk around, stopping in AT&T briefly before heading to the upper level. He actually didn't have a cell phone, and so his first stop was not entirely trivial. He really didn't see the need in it, plus who would he call? His parents? His brother's parents? His roommate who had vanished off the face of the earth? Basically, Finn didn't have many, if any, connections to those around him nor did he truly want them. People were just trouble sometimes.
Once upstairs, the young man glanced down into the open space below. There were only a few people here right now, considering the town had been thrown into chaos and normality was just a dream. As far as he knew, none of his neighbors left their apartments much anymore. He had guessed that is was because of the patrols around the city, but he hadn't realized why until recently. So everything was falling apart, turning him and what he knew upside-down. Curious.
Ingus descended the western staircase, keeping a loose hold on his bag to make sure it didn't slip off his shoulder. There was no one wandering in the hallways, in fact, one would be prone to think his school was some kind of abandoned building. There was not a whisper of life nor the presence of another person. Though this did not disturb him or surprise him--things had been far slower school-wise since the chain of events that had disrupted his life. Pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses, the older boy reached the bottom of the stairs, looking over towards the window. The strange woman wasn't there, causing a crease to appear on his brow.
'Where did you go...?' He wondered faintly to himself, deciding to continue down to the lobby of the first floor. Perhaps when got outside, he'd have a better gauge of where she had disappeared to. Since there was no way she'd still be floating outside the classroom window. Well, he hoped she wouldn't be. He had had many talks with her about the patrols of the town and how uneasy the people had become since the asteroid shower. Though initially she did not seem as if she was going to take him seriously, the female had heeded his words, for the most part. But there were still times when she played it dangerously close, some of those moments where he had to deal with the police. He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts. No, it would do him no good to get paranoid. Why get worked up about something that may not even have been happening?
He exited the double-doors of his college, gazing around. At first, he did not see anyone but as always, it was that glimmer of pink that caught his eye. She was peering into one of the basement windows, face pressed against the glass. A small smile worked it's way on his lips. Somehow, Shalun'ya really did look just like a child with the posture that she had. As if sensing his approach, she turned her head with almost frightful speed, wide eyes staring him down. Ingus cleared his throat, hands sliding into his pockets.
"What was so important that you had to pull me out of class?" He asked, doing his best to be casual with her. He knew her just a bit better now to know if she was prodded to hard with questions, she would intentionally do something to upset him. The woman merely continued her stare and pointed at his chest. He blinked in confusion and then it hit him. "Are you pointing at the fra..." He trailed off, no, best not to say that out-loud. No matter how alone they seemed, it wouldn't be a good idea to say certain things out in public. "My necklace?" He amended smoothly. The strange woman nodded and then extended her arm out, pointing off in the distance.
"What, what are you gesturing to? It would be a little easier if you simply told me, Shalun'ya." He said, attempting a bit of gentle directness. She only shook her head and continued pointing. He sighed. It didn't seem he'd be getting anything more out of her so he conceded to her gestures, following the direction of her arm. In the vague vicinity were a few houses, so he doubted that was what she was referring to. Squinting, he could see a larger building a few blocks from his college. It was a place he never really went to, one that Momo had been insistent on dragging him to one way or another.
"The Kaleidescope...?" He said with a questioning tone. He did not expect an answer but she seemed satisfied with this assessment, for she tilted her head once more to the side before thin wisps surrounded her body. As always, she did not cease to amaze him with how she departed from his presence, the pink and black strands enveloping her and disappearing into thin air. Ingus blinked a few times more. One of these days, he could only hope that she'd fill him in on what the heck was going on and how she was able to do that. At this point, he was certain that there was no way she could be human but beyond that, he could not tell. She couldn't be an alien, too humanoid for that...
He re-focused his attentions on the building she had directed him to. Breathing out, he walked down the sidewalk, making sure to keep his pace relaxed and none too hurried. The police often questioned the frantic and those that seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Though it had only taken him several minutes to walk to the building, several police cars had passed him during his walk. He had merely nodded to them as they had done so, though he privately wondered why there seemed to be more patrols out recently. Adjusting the weight of his bag once more, Ingus pushed one of his gloved hands against he door to open it, letting himself inside. The chattering of voices and activity reached his ears. This was his first time inside, admittedly, he hadn't ever bothered to make it a point to visit.
He only took a few steps forward before there was an odd sensation, a warm sort of weight against his chest. He looked down, able to make out the same faint wisps that had come off Shalun'ya radiating off of the fragment he wore around his neck. He adjusted his necktie immediately so that the glow would not be apparent, though now he was on full alert. What was making it glimmer like that? What was making it react? Whatever it was, it was clear it was somewhere in The Kaleidoscope. Though he did not know quite what he was looking for, Ingus decided to begin picking his way through the throng of people. He was sure one way or another, his fragment would react and he'd get the answer he'd been sent to find.
'Where did you go...?' He wondered faintly to himself, deciding to continue down to the lobby of the first floor. Perhaps when got outside, he'd have a better gauge of where she had disappeared to. Since there was no way she'd still be floating outside the classroom window. Well, he hoped she wouldn't be. He had had many talks with her about the patrols of the town and how uneasy the people had become since the asteroid shower. Though initially she did not seem as if she was going to take him seriously, the female had heeded his words, for the most part. But there were still times when she played it dangerously close, some of those moments where he had to deal with the police. He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts. No, it would do him no good to get paranoid. Why get worked up about something that may not even have been happening?
He exited the double-doors of his college, gazing around. At first, he did not see anyone but as always, it was that glimmer of pink that caught his eye. She was peering into one of the basement windows, face pressed against the glass. A small smile worked it's way on his lips. Somehow, Shalun'ya really did look just like a child with the posture that she had. As if sensing his approach, she turned her head with almost frightful speed, wide eyes staring him down. Ingus cleared his throat, hands sliding into his pockets.
"What was so important that you had to pull me out of class?" He asked, doing his best to be casual with her. He knew her just a bit better now to know if she was prodded to hard with questions, she would intentionally do something to upset him. The woman merely continued her stare and pointed at his chest. He blinked in confusion and then it hit him. "Are you pointing at the fra..." He trailed off, no, best not to say that out-loud. No matter how alone they seemed, it wouldn't be a good idea to say certain things out in public. "My necklace?" He amended smoothly. The strange woman nodded and then extended her arm out, pointing off in the distance.
"What, what are you gesturing to? It would be a little easier if you simply told me, Shalun'ya." He said, attempting a bit of gentle directness. She only shook her head and continued pointing. He sighed. It didn't seem he'd be getting anything more out of her so he conceded to her gestures, following the direction of her arm. In the vague vicinity were a few houses, so he doubted that was what she was referring to. Squinting, he could see a larger building a few blocks from his college. It was a place he never really went to, one that Momo had been insistent on dragging him to one way or another.
"The Kaleidescope...?" He said with a questioning tone. He did not expect an answer but she seemed satisfied with this assessment, for she tilted her head once more to the side before thin wisps surrounded her body. As always, she did not cease to amaze him with how she departed from his presence, the pink and black strands enveloping her and disappearing into thin air. Ingus blinked a few times more. One of these days, he could only hope that she'd fill him in on what the heck was going on and how she was able to do that. At this point, he was certain that there was no way she could be human but beyond that, he could not tell. She couldn't be an alien, too humanoid for that...
He re-focused his attentions on the building she had directed him to. Breathing out, he walked down the sidewalk, making sure to keep his pace relaxed and none too hurried. The police often questioned the frantic and those that seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Though it had only taken him several minutes to walk to the building, several police cars had passed him during his walk. He had merely nodded to them as they had done so, though he privately wondered why there seemed to be more patrols out recently. Adjusting the weight of his bag once more, Ingus pushed one of his gloved hands against he door to open it, letting himself inside. The chattering of voices and activity reached his ears. This was his first time inside, admittedly, he hadn't ever bothered to make it a point to visit.
He only took a few steps forward before there was an odd sensation, a warm sort of weight against his chest. He looked down, able to make out the same faint wisps that had come off Shalun'ya radiating off of the fragment he wore around his neck. He adjusted his necktie immediately so that the glow would not be apparent, though now he was on full alert. What was making it glimmer like that? What was making it react? Whatever it was, it was clear it was somewhere in The Kaleidoscope. Though he did not know quite what he was looking for, Ingus decided to begin picking his way through the throng of people. He was sure one way or another, his fragment would react and he'd get the answer he'd been sent to find.
The setting changes from The Kaleidoscope to Mission Viejo
It was that time of day again. Looking up at the clock above her fridge, Danielle mustered up the motivation to work to the local video store where she works. Dressed in long black pants and a dark blue polo shirt, fragment in her small back pack, Danielle was set for the night. It was only a light shift, as the video store was less busy since the recent events, but just enough for her bills to be paid. Danielle's hair was nicely done up to a small pony tail that only ever appeared for work, washed and nourished. It took her quite a long time to act our the familiar discourse before work, the early events of her combusting milk putting her into a little shock. She kept wondering how and why it happened, in and out of reasons and unbelievable explanations that even she knew was quite rubbish. Her only explanation that she believed could be true was the one that contained the embossed- like tattoo thing on the tip of her finger. With a huff, Danielle put on her small, black back pack, walking out her front door and locked it, and started walking towards the video store.
After two and a half short hours, Danielle had finished work, and started towards the Kaleidoscope to buy more strawberry milk. She had let her hair out once more, ruffling it up and opening her bag to put her cap back on, only to find her small stone glowing so slightly. However, without thinking twice about it, she zipped her bag back up and continued towards the Kaleidoscope. She had past two officers on an afternoon shift, who seemed quite utterly annoyed for no reason Danielle could figure out. The town was as quiet and criminal free as ever, less disruption Mission Viejo should mean more home time with their wives. This only pressed Danielle on more as to wonder why her milk exploded and the police scouting the area for no apparent reason.
Once Danielle had reached the Kaleidoscope for the second time that day, she decided to head straight to the strawberry milk awaiting her. But her backpack felt oddly more heavy. Stopping off to the side of the shopping center, Danielle zipped open her bag to peer inside. It was her little fragment of the meteor. Danielle tried to push the little stone around her bag, but it would not budge. It was glowing intensely, but it was too stubborn to move. Danielle frowned in her despair, coming to the conclusion she probably looked like a fool trying to push something around in her back pack. It seemed almost impossible to keep walking with such a dead weight in her backpack, that she stopped in the same sushi restaurant she was in earlier, just to have a sit and to catch her breath.
What did this glowing, heaving stone mean? Why is there a very weird sore on the tip of Danielle's finger? Danielle stared down at her left hands index finger, frowning and sighing. She glared at her bag that stopped her from going any further, thinking of more reasons as to why her life is suddenly becoming more disrupt than welcomed. Would her bag combust too if she pointed at it furiously?
After two and a half short hours, Danielle had finished work, and started towards the Kaleidoscope to buy more strawberry milk. She had let her hair out once more, ruffling it up and opening her bag to put her cap back on, only to find her small stone glowing so slightly. However, without thinking twice about it, she zipped her bag back up and continued towards the Kaleidoscope. She had past two officers on an afternoon shift, who seemed quite utterly annoyed for no reason Danielle could figure out. The town was as quiet and criminal free as ever, less disruption Mission Viejo should mean more home time with their wives. This only pressed Danielle on more as to wonder why her milk exploded and the police scouting the area for no apparent reason.
Once Danielle had reached the Kaleidoscope for the second time that day, she decided to head straight to the strawberry milk awaiting her. But her backpack felt oddly more heavy. Stopping off to the side of the shopping center, Danielle zipped open her bag to peer inside. It was her little fragment of the meteor. Danielle tried to push the little stone around her bag, but it would not budge. It was glowing intensely, but it was too stubborn to move. Danielle frowned in her despair, coming to the conclusion she probably looked like a fool trying to push something around in her back pack. It seemed almost impossible to keep walking with such a dead weight in her backpack, that she stopped in the same sushi restaurant she was in earlier, just to have a sit and to catch her breath.
What did this glowing, heaving stone mean? Why is there a very weird sore on the tip of Danielle's finger? Danielle stared down at her left hands index finger, frowning and sighing. She glared at her bag that stopped her from going any further, thinking of more reasons as to why her life is suddenly becoming more disrupt than welcomed. Would her bag combust too if she pointed at it furiously?
The setting changes from Mission Viejo to The Kaleidoscope
Finn spun around, looking at the people milling about, a slightly bewildered expression crossing his face. As soon as it came, it was gone. Figuring all of this out was not going to work if he was in jail, dead, or being tested on until death. Hmm, his options were quite slim at the moment. He needed a good cheering up. To Yogurtland it was! He walked to the other side of the small opening which peered down onto the lower floor of the Kaleidoscope. He took one last parting glance down and noticed a particular young man with blue tinted hair. Peculiar.
Pivoting to descend, intent on talking to the strange blue haired man, he suddenly froze and glanced over at the sushi restraunt. Something felt like it was pulling him in that direction too, though he couldn't see why. It was also then that he noticed the fragment in his pocket was beginning to hum. It was not a physical hum and did not truly make any noise. It was more of a sensation, a vibration inside his very being. He hadn't even noticed it until now, but it occurred to him that it hadn't started until he'd seen the blue haired man. Was the meteor trying to tell him something?
Enthralled with the possibilities, Finn decided to remain where he stood. While he really wanted frozen yogurt and toppings galore, he couldn't resist the excitement and adventure that seemed to be coming his way. Part of him also wished to go into the sushi place to see what or who might be in there, but for right now his attention was all on this new stranger.
Pivoting to descend, intent on talking to the strange blue haired man, he suddenly froze and glanced over at the sushi restraunt. Something felt like it was pulling him in that direction too, though he couldn't see why. It was also then that he noticed the fragment in his pocket was beginning to hum. It was not a physical hum and did not truly make any noise. It was more of a sensation, a vibration inside his very being. He hadn't even noticed it until now, but it occurred to him that it hadn't started until he'd seen the blue haired man. Was the meteor trying to tell him something?
Enthralled with the possibilities, Finn decided to remain where he stood. While he really wanted frozen yogurt and toppings galore, he couldn't resist the excitement and adventure that seemed to be coming his way. Part of him also wished to go into the sushi place to see what or who might be in there, but for right now his attention was all on this new stranger.
The setting changes from The Kaleidoscope to Earth
((OOC: So I tried posting 3 times last night but for some reason the site kept saying they couldn't find the page. Sorry if this isn't really well written, I had to re-write three times after my laptop crashed.))
A frowning glare was spread across Danielle's face as she pondered the mysteries of her oval shaped souvenir. It was bugging her immensely as all she had turned up to do was to buy some more strawberry milk. As the more frustrated Danielle got, the more curious she became about the stone, a little hope sparking in her that maybe it will budge now that it had been a few moments. She unzipped her bag and peered inside. It was glowing. The stone was glowing really bright. Danielle's frown deepened, and she could hear the vibration sound that it had made earlier that day on her first encounter of her glowing stone. She put her hand inside the bag to touch it; it felt like normal. She tried to push the stone around in her bag again; and it was finally bag to a reasonable weight.
Standing up, Danielle pulled her stone out of her bag and placed it into her pocket discreetly from wondering eyes, zipped up her bag and stood still as something within her formed. A magnetic current was pulling in a direction away from the sushi restaurant and towards the middle of the shop. Danielle frowned again, instantly curious about this newfound feeling. With nothing to lose, she slowly walked with the current within her, scoping at the room.
There was a boy in her path not so far from her. He had black hair, and looked about her age. She continued walking until she was almost within reach of the boy until the stone in her pocket felt heavier. Danielle twitched her eyes a little at the boy before her, and walked up to him confidently. She put out her hand for a hand shake, "Hi," she said goofily. Hoping there was some sort of connection that this rock could make between her and the boy. Stupid really, basing her instincts on a rock, but she really had nothing to lose.
A frowning glare was spread across Danielle's face as she pondered the mysteries of her oval shaped souvenir. It was bugging her immensely as all she had turned up to do was to buy some more strawberry milk. As the more frustrated Danielle got, the more curious she became about the stone, a little hope sparking in her that maybe it will budge now that it had been a few moments. She unzipped her bag and peered inside. It was glowing. The stone was glowing really bright. Danielle's frown deepened, and she could hear the vibration sound that it had made earlier that day on her first encounter of her glowing stone. She put her hand inside the bag to touch it; it felt like normal. She tried to push the stone around in her bag again; and it was finally bag to a reasonable weight.
Standing up, Danielle pulled her stone out of her bag and placed it into her pocket discreetly from wondering eyes, zipped up her bag and stood still as something within her formed. A magnetic current was pulling in a direction away from the sushi restaurant and towards the middle of the shop. Danielle frowned again, instantly curious about this newfound feeling. With nothing to lose, she slowly walked with the current within her, scoping at the room.
There was a boy in her path not so far from her. He had black hair, and looked about her age. She continued walking until she was almost within reach of the boy until the stone in her pocket felt heavier. Danielle twitched her eyes a little at the boy before her, and walked up to him confidently. She put out her hand for a hand shake, "Hi," she said goofily. Hoping there was some sort of connection that this rock could make between her and the boy. Stupid really, basing her instincts on a rock, but she really had nothing to lose.
The setting changes from Earth to The Kaleidoscope
The fragment had to be past frozen solid by now, Clair was certain of this. As she approached the Kaleidoscope, she had to move it to her small backpack she took with her when running errands or having fun outside of the house. The first thing she did when she went inside was head into the Laser Quest building on the far side of the second floor. Her fragment warmed up a bit in her backpack, so nothing bad should happen. Or so she thought. Upon walking in, she saw the arcade games immediately on her left and the round sign-in desc on the right against the wall. Some kids and high schoolers were standing around, watching two people play Through the Fire and Flames on the Guitar Hero game between Time Crisis 4 and Virtual Cop 3, all of which were games she had high scores on. A Foosball table and a couple of air hockey tables stood between the sign-in desk, party rooms and arena entrance, and were all occupied. Everyone here also held a plastic blue card programmed with their player names. Looking over the crowd, Clair guessed that this was a 26 person game. It was a good size, a bit crowded, but not one she couldn't handle. She walked to the sign-in desk and handed the clerk her game keys to sign her in.
"Divergent... Alright, run 'em down", the person behind the desk said as he gave Clair her keys back. She was one of the few remaining people who played at Laser Quest who had membership keys, since they stopped selling membership a few months back when the meteor hit. Members at Laser Quest now had special permissions, since the decline in players had affected the once booming business. People like Clair could now have one second downtime when they got tagged and rapid fire lasers, as well as muted laser-firing noise and the privilege to use the secret "tunnel" system the game proctors use to get around. Sometimes, they would even let her use two laser blasters or even one of the old packs which ended up not registering when she was hit. All in all, Laser Quest membership users were overpowered and generally teamed up against. New and veteran players alike don't stand a chance.
The blue players were called into the arena when the previous game ended, and she headed in to the arena with the group of blue players. She pulled on a laser pack and plugged her keys into the blaster, in which she heard a familiar beeping noise and saw the message "WELCOME MEMBER DIVERGENT" on the LED. Her pack flashed red and blue, signaling her status, while everyone elses' flashed a bright green and yellow. This was another advantage of being a member - Though her membership was publicly signaled, the sensors on her pack were dimmed so she could stay stealthy among the shadows while everyone else's packs were lit up to a point where they could be seen all the way across the arena. There were a few confused and unfriendly looks and glares from all around as the other players went into the arena, and she waited until they all went before the game proctor opened the tunnels to her. Jumping down and getting low as not to hit her head, she made her way across the field and to the red castle. There were three of these castles in all; red, blue, and green, where blue was right in front of you when you walked into the arena, and the red castle was halfway across and on the right, while the green castle was all the way in the back with a ramp connecting it to the blue castle at the ground floor. She liked the red castle because of how easy it was to hide there, and how almost nobody was there at any given moment and whoever was there would usually be looking over the edge on the second floor, sniping down careless players while others made their way behind the sniper.
She heard her blaster turn on, along with a flurry of laser blasts above her. People got out immediately, and the tunnel walls rattled around her as people ran for cover after being blasted out. Eventually, she made it to her exit and made her way up a ramp into the red castle, and soon cleared it of it's inhabitants. Throughout the whole game, she kept on top of and under the red castle, as was her usual plan of action. From the second floor you could shoot across the green and blue castles and at unsuspecting snipers, while under the red castle she could do ground combat and surprise attacks against her foes. Green castle was a nightmare because of ground floor combat under the castle and how ridiculously close it was to the red castle (despite there being no connecting ramp near either of the two), and the blue castle had only one underside entrance as well as the most players sniping and fighting there. The blue castle was what she shot at most, since there were obviously the most people there. By the end of the game, she had tagged people almost 250 times, while she was only tagged 20 times. She knew the place the best, and the fact that people ran half the time ruined surprise attacks on her, especially since she was sticking to one place most of the time. The game was stacked against those who didn't have a style of shooting or a cycle of combat, and that was the disadvantage to new players. She had her "humble" beginnings, as many other players have had, though with time, she climbed her way to being the third best player and by far the one player to visit the most.
People got mad when they saw how many times she had killed them, and as usual, the game proctor had to hand off Clair's score sheet to her after the scores were given and called out. Nobody liked to lose, it seemed, and she was no exception. It took hard work to get to where she was now. With a sigh, she folded the game card and slipped it into her back pocket and got a roll of quarters out. She supposed that she would play Time Crisis 4 until she could get home. Popping in a couple of quarters and hitting solo play, she got off to her shooting. She wasn't even thinking about how cold her fragment may have been while she played.
"Divergent... Alright, run 'em down", the person behind the desk said as he gave Clair her keys back. She was one of the few remaining people who played at Laser Quest who had membership keys, since they stopped selling membership a few months back when the meteor hit. Members at Laser Quest now had special permissions, since the decline in players had affected the once booming business. People like Clair could now have one second downtime when they got tagged and rapid fire lasers, as well as muted laser-firing noise and the privilege to use the secret "tunnel" system the game proctors use to get around. Sometimes, they would even let her use two laser blasters or even one of the old packs which ended up not registering when she was hit. All in all, Laser Quest membership users were overpowered and generally teamed up against. New and veteran players alike don't stand a chance.
The blue players were called into the arena when the previous game ended, and she headed in to the arena with the group of blue players. She pulled on a laser pack and plugged her keys into the blaster, in which she heard a familiar beeping noise and saw the message "WELCOME MEMBER DIVERGENT" on the LED. Her pack flashed red and blue, signaling her status, while everyone elses' flashed a bright green and yellow. This was another advantage of being a member - Though her membership was publicly signaled, the sensors on her pack were dimmed so she could stay stealthy among the shadows while everyone else's packs were lit up to a point where they could be seen all the way across the arena. There were a few confused and unfriendly looks and glares from all around as the other players went into the arena, and she waited until they all went before the game proctor opened the tunnels to her. Jumping down and getting low as not to hit her head, she made her way across the field and to the red castle. There were three of these castles in all; red, blue, and green, where blue was right in front of you when you walked into the arena, and the red castle was halfway across and on the right, while the green castle was all the way in the back with a ramp connecting it to the blue castle at the ground floor. She liked the red castle because of how easy it was to hide there, and how almost nobody was there at any given moment and whoever was there would usually be looking over the edge on the second floor, sniping down careless players while others made their way behind the sniper.
She heard her blaster turn on, along with a flurry of laser blasts above her. People got out immediately, and the tunnel walls rattled around her as people ran for cover after being blasted out. Eventually, she made it to her exit and made her way up a ramp into the red castle, and soon cleared it of it's inhabitants. Throughout the whole game, she kept on top of and under the red castle, as was her usual plan of action. From the second floor you could shoot across the green and blue castles and at unsuspecting snipers, while under the red castle she could do ground combat and surprise attacks against her foes. Green castle was a nightmare because of ground floor combat under the castle and how ridiculously close it was to the red castle (despite there being no connecting ramp near either of the two), and the blue castle had only one underside entrance as well as the most players sniping and fighting there. The blue castle was what she shot at most, since there were obviously the most people there. By the end of the game, she had tagged people almost 250 times, while she was only tagged 20 times. She knew the place the best, and the fact that people ran half the time ruined surprise attacks on her, especially since she was sticking to one place most of the time. The game was stacked against those who didn't have a style of shooting or a cycle of combat, and that was the disadvantage to new players. She had her "humble" beginnings, as many other players have had, though with time, she climbed her way to being the third best player and by far the one player to visit the most.
People got mad when they saw how many times she had killed them, and as usual, the game proctor had to hand off Clair's score sheet to her after the scores were given and called out. Nobody liked to lose, it seemed, and she was no exception. It took hard work to get to where she was now. With a sigh, she folded the game card and slipped it into her back pocket and got a roll of quarters out. She supposed that she would play Time Crisis 4 until she could get home. Popping in a couple of quarters and hitting solo play, she got off to her shooting. She wasn't even thinking about how cold her fragment may have been while she played.
The setting changes from The Kaleidoscope to Earth
Finn turned and found a small girl looking up at him. She extended her hand to him, which he politely took and shook in greeting. He couldn't help but wonder what other greetings people gave each other in different cultures. Plus there were foods and people and such beauties to behold in every corner of the world. Oh, wouldn't it be fun to travel the world? It would help if things weren't in chaos and there wasn't a police man breathing down his neck every hour. 'Hello officer how are you today?' The officer would look at him and smirk. 'Good. How about yourself?' Finn would chuckle. 'Well sir, I was about to go to the bathroom. Maybe you should leave so I can do my business in private.' The police officer would shake his head. 'Can't let you do that.' 'How the heck am I supposed to do anything then?' 'Exactly.'
He realized that he was merely giving this poor girl a dazed look as he thought and hadn't let go of her hand yet. Oops. "Sorry, I was thinking," he explained, though he doubted she would really understand. Most people took him as being incompetent when he started daydreaming about all the wonders he had yet to see or of scenarios that seemed just around the corner. Other humans just didn't understand how he viewed life. He couldn't blame them, especially with the world falling apart.
"My name is Finn, like the body part of a fish. What about you? You look like an Abigail to me." Finn hoped that he wasn't making her feel uncomfortable. That's when it occurred to him that she seemed to have come from the direction of the sushi restraunt. Perhaps she was who he was supposed to be looking for? But if so, why was the low hum still audible to him? Were there others here besides this girl and the blue haired man he'd been going to find before she came over to him? How many people had been hit by that meteor? More questions swirled around in his mind.
"Were you hit?" he asked her bluntly, wondering if the fragment was connected to both of them. Well, duh, if they had both been hit then the fragments were essentially the same thing. "By the asteroid," he added after a beat, in order to clarify what he'd meant.
He realized that he was merely giving this poor girl a dazed look as he thought and hadn't let go of her hand yet. Oops. "Sorry, I was thinking," he explained, though he doubted she would really understand. Most people took him as being incompetent when he started daydreaming about all the wonders he had yet to see or of scenarios that seemed just around the corner. Other humans just didn't understand how he viewed life. He couldn't blame them, especially with the world falling apart.
"My name is Finn, like the body part of a fish. What about you? You look like an Abigail to me." Finn hoped that he wasn't making her feel uncomfortable. That's when it occurred to him that she seemed to have come from the direction of the sushi restraunt. Perhaps she was who he was supposed to be looking for? But if so, why was the low hum still audible to him? Were there others here besides this girl and the blue haired man he'd been going to find before she came over to him? How many people had been hit by that meteor? More questions swirled around in his mind.
"Were you hit?" he asked her bluntly, wondering if the fragment was connected to both of them. Well, duh, if they had both been hit then the fragments were essentially the same thing. "By the asteroid," he added after a beat, in order to clarify what he'd meant.
The boy in front of Danielle seemed to have daydreamed as they shook hands, making Danielle feel out of place but not too long later he came back, "Sorry, I was thinking," the boy apologised. "My name is Finn, like the body part of a fish. What about you? You look like an Abigail to me," the boy said. He was making conversation; actual conversation. Not many people Danielle spoke to nowadays would actually make conversation because the only thing to arise was something about the meteor. "Were you hit?" Oh, there we go. "By the asteroid," he added. Danielle sighed quietly. Could she trust a stranger so quickly? What if he was a cop under cover?
"My name is Danielle, actually," Danielle grinned up at him. "And uh, yes, well...not really," Danielle made no sense, "The asteroid I mean, I did get hit, kind of," Danielle was about to show him her finger, but she thought better of it when she remembered that it was no longer a weird blister, but now a tattoo thing. "W-what about you?" Danielle jerked her head at him. "Did you get hit?" Danielle could still feel a current, pulling her towards and perhaps through Finn. She looked behind Finn and down below. There were people down there, milling about. Probably doing what Danielle and Finn were doing - going about daily lives as if nothing happened. Danielle crossed her arms over her chest, then proceeded to adjust the hat on her head.
"My name is Danielle, actually," Danielle grinned up at him. "And uh, yes, well...not really," Danielle made no sense, "The asteroid I mean, I did get hit, kind of," Danielle was about to show him her finger, but she thought better of it when she remembered that it was no longer a weird blister, but now a tattoo thing. "W-what about you?" Danielle jerked her head at him. "Did you get hit?" Danielle could still feel a current, pulling her towards and perhaps through Finn. She looked behind Finn and down below. There were people down there, milling about. Probably doing what Danielle and Finn were doing - going about daily lives as if nothing happened. Danielle crossed her arms over her chest, then proceeded to adjust the hat on her head.
This girl in the hat, Danielle as he'd just learned, had been hit. Sorta, kinda, not really, maybe? He was confused now. Maybe that's why she wore a hat- she was really a platypus. She was indecisive hybrid of a creature, but still awesome. Hmm, now that was a new kind of first impression. He looked back at her as she continued speaking, her voice nervous and wobbly. Oh right, they could be arrested and tested on at any second. Maybe he should be more careful about asking people. But the fragment...
"Yes," he answered quickly. He then repeated himself in a quieter tone. "Yes, I did too. I only got home a few days ago. I don't think it hurt too bad, but I'm not sure I remember either." He pursed his lips and looked around casually. "Has anything strange happened to you? Yesterday I could barely breathe and today I feel like I've never breathed before. It's strange. And the hospital staff-" a pause, "gave me a fragment of the piece that hit me. It seems odd, doesn't it? Don't the police and all these other officials want to know more about it?" He hadn't actually thought of it like that before, it only came to him now and came rushing out like a tidal wave.
He looked to her for a response, but before he could the buzzing of his fragment became louder. It felt like he was strapped to a massage chair, the vibrations and silent noise running through him like a disease. He groaned and closed his eyes, taking a step back and leaning into the railing. Finn wasn't sure which was worse- not being able to breathe or not being able to stand here without feeling like he was shaking and vibrating like a violin string.
"Yes," he answered quickly. He then repeated himself in a quieter tone. "Yes, I did too. I only got home a few days ago. I don't think it hurt too bad, but I'm not sure I remember either." He pursed his lips and looked around casually. "Has anything strange happened to you? Yesterday I could barely breathe and today I feel like I've never breathed before. It's strange. And the hospital staff-" a pause, "gave me a fragment of the piece that hit me. It seems odd, doesn't it? Don't the police and all these other officials want to know more about it?" He hadn't actually thought of it like that before, it only came to him now and came rushing out like a tidal wave.
He looked to her for a response, but before he could the buzzing of his fragment became louder. It felt like he was strapped to a massage chair, the vibrations and silent noise running through him like a disease. He groaned and closed his eyes, taking a step back and leaning into the railing. Finn wasn't sure which was worse- not being able to breathe or not being able to stand here without feeling like he was shaking and vibrating like a violin string.
Danielle froze in an instant response. Could she trust him? Could she tell him? No, that would be foolish. She'd need to find out more before getting into that. Recovering quickly, Danielle cleared her throat, her ears straining towards a noise familiar to what she had heard earlier - her pocket buzzing as if it was her mobile, however it was her fragment. Danielle ignored it, hoping that Finn wouldn't notice. "Yes," came his reply, "Yes, I did too. I only got home a few days ago. I don't think it hurt too bad, but I'm not sure I remember either." The boy pursed his lips and looked around casually.
The buzzing in Danielle's pocket was becoming more profound. Had he heard it? Danielle's heart was in a leap. She nodded in acknowledgment as Finn continued, "Has anything strange happened to you? Yesterday I could barely breathe and today I feel like I've never breathed before. It's strange. And the hospital staff-" Finn stopped speaking. Danielle felt a like sweat break over her face. He was like her. He had a fragment and she just knew he had a tattoo somewhere. "-gave me a fragment of the piece that hit me. It seems odd, doesn't it? Don't the police and all these other officials want to know more about it?" But suddenly Finn groaned, his eyes shut and stepped back leaning into the rail.
Danielle frowned, "Uh, are you okay?" She said, becoming concerned of the stranger. She needed to hush him and the annoying buzzing from her pocket that was becoming again, a dead weight. Quick decisions needed to be made. Could she trust Finn? She decided to hell with it. "I have a fragment too...and my strawberry milk exploded. Literally," she said, soon forgetting about Finn and his state and remembering her exploding milk. She sighed, then turned back to Finn and jumped a little remembering he wasn't standing by himself.
"Finn? Whats wrong?" Danielle stood, waiting for Finn to be back to normal.
The buzzing in Danielle's pocket was becoming more profound. Had he heard it? Danielle's heart was in a leap. She nodded in acknowledgment as Finn continued, "Has anything strange happened to you? Yesterday I could barely breathe and today I feel like I've never breathed before. It's strange. And the hospital staff-" Finn stopped speaking. Danielle felt a like sweat break over her face. He was like her. He had a fragment and she just knew he had a tattoo somewhere. "-gave me a fragment of the piece that hit me. It seems odd, doesn't it? Don't the police and all these other officials want to know more about it?" But suddenly Finn groaned, his eyes shut and stepped back leaning into the rail.
Danielle frowned, "Uh, are you okay?" She said, becoming concerned of the stranger. She needed to hush him and the annoying buzzing from her pocket that was becoming again, a dead weight. Quick decisions needed to be made. Could she trust Finn? She decided to hell with it. "I have a fragment too...and my strawberry milk exploded. Literally," she said, soon forgetting about Finn and his state and remembering her exploding milk. She sighed, then turned back to Finn and jumped a little remembering he wasn't standing by himself.
"Finn? Whats wrong?" Danielle stood, waiting for Finn to be back to normal.
The setting changes from Earth to The Kaleidoscope
It did not take him long to spot out the two individuals, who pulsated outside of all the other activity. It was difficult to describe, for by no means did the feel inhuman, but at the same time, there was an air about them that was foreign. It matched the sensation, the same tingling sparks that seemed to radiate from his fragment. However, there were two of them. One, one would've been fine, the male or the female, he cared for naught. But two of them meant that they would be a group of three if he wandered over, and Ingus hated large groups of people. How he despised them. Though he had a feeling he may get scolded for it later, he slid his hands into his pockets and began to walk around them.
His fragment seemed to almost rebel against his chosen course of action, the glowing seeming to brighten beneath his necktie. He winced, grasping it as he made his way through the throng of people. He was heartily wincing the entirety of the journey. See, this was why he hated this place--too many people all crowded together, all in this constant state of pandemonium. He was literally cringing at all this contact, very displeased and uncomfortable the entire way through. He forced his way to the other side, breathing easier in the other part of the main lobby. Breathing out, Ingus pushed his glasses further up his nose, frowning and twitching ever so slightly. Uncomfortable experience. Very uncomfortable.
From what he could make it, all he'd need to do was walk down one of the adjoining hallways and he would be taken to some gaming area that had to do with lasers. He tilted his head a little. Wait, wasn't that the game that....
"Onii-Saaaaaan~" A voice calling out to him completely confirmed his fears and he did not even have to turn to know it was his half-sister that called to him. Of course she'd be here, of course she'd be ditching school, and of course she'd be in the most horrific section for eyesight. "So you came at last! AHAHA." Her laugh boomed right in his ear and he shot back at a bit, not having realized she had tottered over right next to him. Momo swung her brown hair around, giggling at his surprise and obvious discomfort. "Aww, don't be so upset! I knew you'd be here eventually! But now I gotta wonder whyyyyyyy..." She drew out the last word unnecessarily and Ingus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It was a recommendation by someone, Momo. Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He reprimanded shortly. Instantly, her bubbly look faded a tad and she looked down at her feet, shame-faced.
"E-Er..." She stuttered, unsure of what to do. She always grew unsure when he became firm with her.
"Go back to school, your grades must be suffering," He said dismissively, a light of rebellion sizzling in her eyes before fading out. She had long since learned never to back-talk him and looked down glumly. The ridiculous witch-hat she wore even seemed to droop a bit with her motions. She muttered an affirmation and turned very slowly, taking her sweet, sweet time in dragging herself back towards the door. As Ingus watched her, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. There, daring across the width of the corridor somewhat in the distance was a girl--a girl leaving that silly laser game. He quickly looked between Momo, who was grudgingly following what he had told her, and the girl he was sure he had just seen. Hm, around the same age, though hard to tell who was older.
After waiting until his sister had completely left, Ingus decided to follow her--something about her drew him to her. It was difficult to place, as before. The difference here was, she was totally on her own, as opposed to the others. She approached another game, a roll of quarters already at the ready. He paid little attention to the title, he'd never been one for videogames anyway. He drew nearer to her, wondering how best to breach this subject. Perhaps a little smooth touch was in order, that might set her at ease.
"I do dislike being the one to interrupt such an engrossing activity, fair maiden," He started, already invoking his odd speech pattern with people--well, when he wasn't speaking to Momo or Shalun'ya, that was. "But might I draw your attentions away from that device to ask you a quick question? I promise it won't take long." He smiled kindly after his words, more comfortable with it being a one on one and less packed atmosphere. He tried to look as unimposing as he could manage, he didn't want to scare her off. Which was a surprisingly easy feat recently.
His fragment seemed to almost rebel against his chosen course of action, the glowing seeming to brighten beneath his necktie. He winced, grasping it as he made his way through the throng of people. He was heartily wincing the entirety of the journey. See, this was why he hated this place--too many people all crowded together, all in this constant state of pandemonium. He was literally cringing at all this contact, very displeased and uncomfortable the entire way through. He forced his way to the other side, breathing easier in the other part of the main lobby. Breathing out, Ingus pushed his glasses further up his nose, frowning and twitching ever so slightly. Uncomfortable experience. Very uncomfortable.
From what he could make it, all he'd need to do was walk down one of the adjoining hallways and he would be taken to some gaming area that had to do with lasers. He tilted his head a little. Wait, wasn't that the game that....
"Onii-Saaaaaan~" A voice calling out to him completely confirmed his fears and he did not even have to turn to know it was his half-sister that called to him. Of course she'd be here, of course she'd be ditching school, and of course she'd be in the most horrific section for eyesight. "So you came at last! AHAHA." Her laugh boomed right in his ear and he shot back at a bit, not having realized she had tottered over right next to him. Momo swung her brown hair around, giggling at his surprise and obvious discomfort. "Aww, don't be so upset! I knew you'd be here eventually! But now I gotta wonder whyyyyyyy..." She drew out the last word unnecessarily and Ingus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It was a recommendation by someone, Momo. Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He reprimanded shortly. Instantly, her bubbly look faded a tad and she looked down at her feet, shame-faced.
"E-Er..." She stuttered, unsure of what to do. She always grew unsure when he became firm with her.
"Go back to school, your grades must be suffering," He said dismissively, a light of rebellion sizzling in her eyes before fading out. She had long since learned never to back-talk him and looked down glumly. The ridiculous witch-hat she wore even seemed to droop a bit with her motions. She muttered an affirmation and turned very slowly, taking her sweet, sweet time in dragging herself back towards the door. As Ingus watched her, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. There, daring across the width of the corridor somewhat in the distance was a girl--a girl leaving that silly laser game. He quickly looked between Momo, who was grudgingly following what he had told her, and the girl he was sure he had just seen. Hm, around the same age, though hard to tell who was older.
After waiting until his sister had completely left, Ingus decided to follow her--something about her drew him to her. It was difficult to place, as before. The difference here was, she was totally on her own, as opposed to the others. She approached another game, a roll of quarters already at the ready. He paid little attention to the title, he'd never been one for videogames anyway. He drew nearer to her, wondering how best to breach this subject. Perhaps a little smooth touch was in order, that might set her at ease.
"I do dislike being the one to interrupt such an engrossing activity, fair maiden," He started, already invoking his odd speech pattern with people--well, when he wasn't speaking to Momo or Shalun'ya, that was. "But might I draw your attentions away from that device to ask you a quick question? I promise it won't take long." He smiled kindly after his words, more comfortable with it being a one on one and less packed atmosphere. He tried to look as unimposing as he could manage, he didn't want to scare her off. Which was a surprisingly easy feat recently.
Few watched as Clair gunned her way through the arcade game with pinpoint accuracy, knowing the location of every enemy before they appeared and knowing what weapon to use at what times. As her score grew, she started to wonder about her power. Up until now, even though everyone around her was sweating from just coming out of the arena, she had barely broken a sweat and was actually not freezing for once. Her hand, though gripped tightly around the plastic weapon that had killed countless digital enemies, hadn't become wet and sticky from sweat at all, though this was probably because she was shooting with her gloved right hand rather than her bare left hand. It did bother her to think about the Mark on her hand, but it was something she couldn't ignore. Police and military were not-so-secretly hunting down people with Marks like hers, and of coarse she didn't want to wake up every morning with a frozen mattress. At least, not without knowing why it happens, that way she could avoid causing it. She wondered if her mom had freaked out if and when she saw the frozen pool in the back yard, and it made her smile. Though, this quickly caused her to frown. What would happen if and when the police were called? Surely, they'd be investigated for how this may have happened.
As she passed the level she was on with near perfect accuracy and no damage taken, she felt her fragment frost in her pocket, which she had moved from her bag back to her pocket after finishing her game of Laser Quest. She peered toward the door to see if her theory on the Fragment being a radar to itself was correct, and it was. As the Fragment continued to freeze her pocket, she saw a tall man with blue hair and eye color, who wore glasses with cloths to match his appearance. He was well dressed as well, which attracted the gaze of many and set her off instantly. Well, if he's an undercover "Marked" as I'll call them, then he's doing a crap job at staying blended in with the crowd, she thought to herself with a mental giggle as she began the next round of her game. Almost everyone was wearing short cloths so they could run around and sweat in, while more skilled players actually wore longer cloths like hers to stay more concealed in the dark. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the man begin to make his way over to her general area, and she guessed that he had found her the same way she had known he was coming. What would happen when he got too close? Her mind began to wander for a bit about this, and as she took a hit in the game she was playing, she felt a shock go up her spine and to her hand, which proceeded to spray down everything on the screen. Sometimes, she got too into these games. She never saw this as a bad thing, though.
"I do dislike being the one to interrupt such an engrossing activity, fair maiden, but might I draw your attentions away from that device to ask you a quick question? I promise it won't take long.", the man said in a strange way with a smile. Clair shot herself with a grenade to end her game, and the game alerted her that she had reached the top twenty scorekeepers. She put away the gun-controller and faced him, being almost as tall as he was. Fair maiden? Clair was already suspicious.
"Uh, sure, I guess... I don't plan on going anywhere for at least another hour...", she said to the man. This guy was a complete stranger, but the fact that her Fragment reacted to him made her want to know at least a bit more about him before she tried to find a way to get away. Though, what if he was one of the police in disguise? There also wasn't any way of knowing if there was anyone listening to them among the crowd lining up for the next game of Laser Quest. She thought for a second, and decided to roll the dice. "Come this way...", she said, bringing him to a safer and less crowded area. She hoped she wouldn't make the wrong choice in telling him. "I can only guess that you're here because of the Fragments... Do you have a mark too?", she asked a bit shyly, wanting to choose her words carefully but ending up just being direct. If he was like her and laying under the radar, then she probably just made a new best friend. And if he wasn't, well, she'd tackle that problem if and when it came up. Best not to think of the latter, else it might actually happen, and wouldn't that be a nice way to top off her day.
She felt her cell phone vibrate, and she took a quick peek at it to see what it was. Her mom had texted her with a priority message (she liked to keep her phone from doing anything unless it was actually important; a normal text wouldn't alert her). "Police here, wondering about frozen pool? Weird things happening lately.", it said. Well you don't say, she thought before sliding her phone back into her pocket. If the police were at her house, then they might stake out and question her when she got home. She definitely didn't plan on being home while they were there. Maybe she would go through the neighbors' yard and climb through her window...
As she passed the level she was on with near perfect accuracy and no damage taken, she felt her fragment frost in her pocket, which she had moved from her bag back to her pocket after finishing her game of Laser Quest. She peered toward the door to see if her theory on the Fragment being a radar to itself was correct, and it was. As the Fragment continued to freeze her pocket, she saw a tall man with blue hair and eye color, who wore glasses with cloths to match his appearance. He was well dressed as well, which attracted the gaze of many and set her off instantly. Well, if he's an undercover "Marked" as I'll call them, then he's doing a crap job at staying blended in with the crowd, she thought to herself with a mental giggle as she began the next round of her game. Almost everyone was wearing short cloths so they could run around and sweat in, while more skilled players actually wore longer cloths like hers to stay more concealed in the dark. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the man begin to make his way over to her general area, and she guessed that he had found her the same way she had known he was coming. What would happen when he got too close? Her mind began to wander for a bit about this, and as she took a hit in the game she was playing, she felt a shock go up her spine and to her hand, which proceeded to spray down everything on the screen. Sometimes, she got too into these games. She never saw this as a bad thing, though.
"I do dislike being the one to interrupt such an engrossing activity, fair maiden, but might I draw your attentions away from that device to ask you a quick question? I promise it won't take long.", the man said in a strange way with a smile. Clair shot herself with a grenade to end her game, and the game alerted her that she had reached the top twenty scorekeepers. She put away the gun-controller and faced him, being almost as tall as he was. Fair maiden? Clair was already suspicious.
"Uh, sure, I guess... I don't plan on going anywhere for at least another hour...", she said to the man. This guy was a complete stranger, but the fact that her Fragment reacted to him made her want to know at least a bit more about him before she tried to find a way to get away. Though, what if he was one of the police in disguise? There also wasn't any way of knowing if there was anyone listening to them among the crowd lining up for the next game of Laser Quest. She thought for a second, and decided to roll the dice. "Come this way...", she said, bringing him to a safer and less crowded area. She hoped she wouldn't make the wrong choice in telling him. "I can only guess that you're here because of the Fragments... Do you have a mark too?", she asked a bit shyly, wanting to choose her words carefully but ending up just being direct. If he was like her and laying under the radar, then she probably just made a new best friend. And if he wasn't, well, she'd tackle that problem if and when it came up. Best not to think of the latter, else it might actually happen, and wouldn't that be a nice way to top off her day.
She felt her cell phone vibrate, and she took a quick peek at it to see what it was. Her mom had texted her with a priority message (she liked to keep her phone from doing anything unless it was actually important; a normal text wouldn't alert her). "Police here, wondering about frozen pool? Weird things happening lately.", it said. Well you don't say, she thought before sliding her phone back into her pocket. If the police were at her house, then they might stake out and question her when she got home. She definitely didn't plan on being home while they were there. Maybe she would go through the neighbors' yard and climb through her window...
The setting changes from The Kaleidoscope to Earth
Finn bit his lip and looked back at Danielle. If this fragment was causing such distress, then he was going to have a serious talk with it later. It was more annoying than anything he'd ever experienced. He wondered if Danielle was experiencing the same discomfort, but if she was, she was doing a better job at hiding it than he was. "I'm fine, just a headache," he mumbled, silently cursing the fragment in his pocket. He could only hope this was a once time thing.
"Your strawberry milk exploded?" he asked. To most people, it would sound like a question a child would ask. But she'd just stated that indeed her milk had exploded. Finn wasn't sure if milk could even explode considering it was a liquid, but now wasn't the time to ponder physics. After all, he'd been hit by a meteor and lived. "Weird."
He glanced around for any signs of the blue haired boy, seeing him over by the laser tag place talking to someone. He turned back to Danielle. "I passed out yesterday after trying to take a jog. My chest has been killing me the past few days and it felt like I was inhaling daggers and exhaling pins. Not fun." Despite what pain it had caused him, it almost amused him to think of actually breathing in and out those sharp objects. Once again, it seemed unlikely. He smiled. "But I'm alright now, it feels like I'm breathing in air filtered by Brita. Well, if Brita filtered air instead of water of course."
"Your strawberry milk exploded?" he asked. To most people, it would sound like a question a child would ask. But she'd just stated that indeed her milk had exploded. Finn wasn't sure if milk could even explode considering it was a liquid, but now wasn't the time to ponder physics. After all, he'd been hit by a meteor and lived. "Weird."
He glanced around for any signs of the blue haired boy, seeing him over by the laser tag place talking to someone. He turned back to Danielle. "I passed out yesterday after trying to take a jog. My chest has been killing me the past few days and it felt like I was inhaling daggers and exhaling pins. Not fun." Despite what pain it had caused him, it almost amused him to think of actually breathing in and out those sharp objects. Once again, it seemed unlikely. He smiled. "But I'm alright now, it feels like I'm breathing in air filtered by Brita. Well, if Brita filtered air instead of water of course."
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If you don't know where this is, you should close your computer right now and go back to elementary school.
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Re: Marked for Power
Hi! I was wondering if I can reserve a spot for this roleplay? If not, then the reserve spot?
Re: Marked for Power
Actually, there's two open spots ^^ One of our players dropped for no reason :L Character accepted. Posting is slow right now, I'm actually hoping it speeds up before the RP dies.
Re: Marked for Power
Edited. I thought up a power and submitted my profile. I'm going for that last open spot, so I hope I make the cut. I also hope I wasn't too late, took me all night to do that profile xD. Hope this rp is still going strong and I'm not on a dead mission.
Re: Marked for Power
Posted. Yay, our characters are kinda sotra gathering! :D
It appears that Tezza has dropped out of the RP... SlightlyInsane is all lonely now :C If you want, Slight, you can post as if Tezza's character left. Or spice things up by saying the military was ordered to kill Marked using a new short range radar they developed, and we three (you Igari and me) are able to escape using our powers? All up to you or Igari to decides what happens from here, not my turn to post. :)
It appears that Tezza has dropped out of the RP... SlightlyInsane is all lonely now :C If you want, Slight, you can post as if Tezza's character left. Or spice things up by saying the military was ordered to kill Marked using a new short range radar they developed, and we three (you Igari and me) are able to escape using our powers? All up to you or Igari to decides what happens from here, not my turn to post. :)
Re: Marked for Power
Sorry about the double post. The first time I tried posting it came up with "Bad Gateway 502" so I refreshed the page and it had to send all the information again >.>
Happens so regularly and I swear it's because there's a dead spot in my room.
Happens so regularly and I swear it's because there's a dead spot in my room.
Re: Marked for Power
I know how you guys feel. I had almost finished a character page when my internet crashed. >:( (The first Finn actually.) So I tried again. And it crashed. Third time is definitely the charm.
Re: Marked for Power
Posted, feeling much better now. :)
@tezza: OOCs go here plz, not in the RP ^^ But thanks for telling so I can remind us of something. Remember to copy your work into MS Word or a .txt file so you don't lose what you wrote, guys! IT WILL HAPPEN! D: (It happened to me on a 2000 word post a few months back, I almost lost my work >_<).
@tezza: OOCs go here plz, not in the RP ^^ But thanks for telling so I can remind us of something. Remember to copy your work into MS Word or a .txt file so you don't lose what you wrote, guys! IT WILL HAPPEN! D: (It happened to me on a 2000 word post a few months back, I almost lost my work >_<).
Re: Marked for Power
Not fun. Hope ya feel better.
I'll post tomorrow, a few things came up the past few days and I've haven't been able to get on.
I'll post tomorrow, a few things came up the past few days and I've haven't been able to get on.
Re: Marked for Power
Sorry about not posting @n@ I had a really rough work day yesterday and by the time I got home, I was ready to pass out. (Dad insisted I STILL make dinner though D:<) I'll be writing out my post now while I have some time on my hands :3
Re: Marked for Power
Posted, and reservations are expired. Accepting tezza into RP and leaving last spot open.
Re: Marked for Power
ElvenEllis wrote:Seeing as the other two players havn't made a character yet, I''ll reserve in case they don't make their characters. They have two days to make their characters.
Alright, I'll start on a character and keep it aside just in case. Let me know what's happening. Thank you!
Re: Marked for Power
Seeing as the other two players havn't made a character yet, I''ll reserve in case they don't make their characters. They have two days to make their characters.
Re: Marked for Power
Soo...I was wondering, since the few RPG's I've joined are kind of...inactive, would I be able to join? It looks as if you have to reserve, but I was curious to know if I could just slip in?
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Re: Marked for Power
First post only because bored. I'm going to try a new sleep schedule which involves going to school toward the END of my day instead of the very beginning when I'm all MREEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I still have like two or three hours before I want to get to sleep. :L
Oh yes, Igari... MAJOR comedic relief... Probably too much of it. Wonder how that'll turn out. :V
I guess you guys can start posting, the other two can catch up with their characters. When posting in multiple locations, mark the place where your character ends up.
A dose of luck, stupidity, whatever you wanna call it. :3
Oh yes, Igari... MAJOR comedic relief... Probably too much of it. Wonder how that'll turn out. :V
I guess you guys can start posting, the other two can catch up with their characters. When posting in multiple locations, mark the place where your character ends up.
A dose of luck, stupidity, whatever you wanna call it. :3
Re: Marked for Power
Oh dear! XD Welp, I believe that should've fixed it. I wanted to make a "joke" about her--but as you can see, she's a bit too shallow to take very far except for appearances here and there. (Who knows, she may shape up to be someone but for the moment, she'll just be mega comic relief). PERHAPS SHE DID ELVEN. PERHAPS SHE DID. THAT SNEAKY BASTARD KYUBEY.
Re: Marked for Power
Broken image, Igari, please fix.
Oh no, a Magical Girl for a sister... DID SHE MAKE A CONTRACT WITH KYUBEY?! O.O What an interesting roleplay this will be, indeed...
Oh no, a Magical Girl for a sister... DID SHE MAKE A CONTRACT WITH KYUBEY?! O.O What an interesting roleplay this will be, indeed...
Re: Marked for Power
Bam! Okay everybody :D Igaga finished adding the amazing Momo to Ingus' profile. (She made me laugh the whole entire time) Hope you like reading about her, Elven~