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Lacy McCarty

"Monster's live inside of us, not under our beds."

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a character in “Silhouette Institution”, as played by Emily3456

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Lacy McCarty

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|Full Name|

Lacy Ann McCarty

|Nicknames|

Ann, Pup, Lace

|Gender|

Female

|Age|

17

|Face Claim|

Sky Ferreira

|Romantic Interest|

None at the moment, not until she get's her inner animal under control.

|Sexuality|

Heterosexual

|Role|

Medial Student


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I was told I was a Monster
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|Personality|

Words are precious things and rare ones when it comes to Lacy. Often she isn't at the front of the group but rather at the back watching and learning far more than you would think. Lacy has always been able to read people and see things about them that others can't. She is quick witted and willing to speak the truth when no one else will, she has a knack for showing the harder side of life that people want to ignore. Most people take notice of when she butts into a conversation, since she more than likely has something important to say.

She is a firm believer in the idea that scars never go away, that time cannot heal everything. This goes is part of the mindset she has that people need to face there problems and that it is by doing this that they can grow as a person. Never being one to shy away when problems arise up her direct and no nonsense attitude in life makes it so that she very rarely has an issue that is not dealt with quickly. Since she, himself has many problems she has an amazing ability for empathy, talking over people's problems when they need too and helping them confront them.

Lacy has always been very protective of those around her, she cares for everyone in her own way, sometimes she says harsh things in hopes it’ll make them stronger, and other times she will be understanding and caring. She is hard to figure out, so not many people try, but in all honesty, she doesn't want people to understand her. She figures because of her dark past; she should be a dark person, but she can’t bring herself to do something evil, because she feels if she gives into the dark, she’ll lose everything she has worked for.


|Description|

Lacy is rather small for a teenager her age, but it's not her fault, it's just something that shows she hasn't had one of the best upbringings. She came along to the institution half dead, but she's gotten better now, in some ways. Lace is thin and as pale as paper, so usually she likes to wear colors that complement her pale complexion instead of make it worse, often she'll be seen in red or white, lighter colors, it's rare to catch her in black, it doesn't help that her hair is almost as weight as her skin or that her eyes shift from a murky light brown - almost like black coffee that's had too much creamer poured into it - to a light, light ice blue when she is angry or about to transform, her eyes look similar to a canines.

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I try to fight the Beast, but I always Lose
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|Abilities|


Feral Canine: Lace is what's known as a Feral Canine, she heard the men talking about her when she was locked up, what she gathered about it was that it was some kind of mutation that she got from her family, but since she never knew her family it's hard to say if this was something that was passed down to her or not. Lacy can morph in a wolf, it's a bit extreme, and for her first turn, it was horrifying, but after awhile it got better, though when her beast wants out there's little she can do to stop it. Like all Feral she has the regeneration factor (healing). Sometimes, before she shifts, or though a half way shift, Lace can change her nails into more claw like weapons, and her teeth turn sharper.

Enhanced Reflexes/Speed: Lace is faster than a normal human, even when she hasn't transformed into her Canine form, and her reflexes are ten times better than anyone she's ever met, she gets a kind of tingling sensation down the nape of her neck and her ears ring right before something bad happens, after that everything seems to move in slow motion to her and she has enough time to react accordingly.

Enhanced Strength/Agility: Lacy is stronger than an normal human, she knows this from training and when she gets angry and has some adrenaline pumping though her veins she can lift a car up. She is also more graceful than other people, she is often asked if she's a dancer, because she often walks around on her toes and she practically dances around. Lace is light on her feet.

Enhanced Sense of Smell/Sight: Because of her Canine side Lacy can see far much better than normal humans and her sense of smell is similar to that of a dogs. Sometimes this can be a burden because her nose is extra sensitive.

Animal Communication: This is something Lacy Relays on the most, she is brilliant with all animals (even cats - to an extent) and she finds them better companions than humans, even when she is not shifted, Lacy can communicate with animals, they talk to her, give her warnings, try to help her as much as possible, and keep her from being lonely.


|Fears/Weaknesses|


* Cages: Because of her past, she has a deathly fear of cages or other small spaces, even though she locks herself behind a reinforced steel door every other week to let her beast out.
* Doctors: She refuses to go near them. They have only hurt her.
* Extremely Territorial: Like most Ferals, there is no avoiding this.
* Solitary: Most Ferals like to be alone, in their territory with just the company of other animals, which often disagrees with their human side that craves human interaction, Lacy constantly fights with herself because of this.
* Temper: Canine Ferals are easily provoked and quick to anger, Lace is no exception to this.


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My Monster is still my Closest Friend
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|Likes|


Animals
Swimming
Steak, Port Chops, Rips - anything with meat on it
Music
The Moon
Respect
People who bathe - Sensitive nose, remember?
Sweets
Energy Drinks


|Dislikes|


Chocolate - She likes it, but it makes her sick
Meat over cooked
Threatening humans
The smell of dead
Doctors
Cages
Being restrained
The smell of spicy food
Someone entering territory without permission


|Quirks/Hobbies|


Eating all the time
Biting her lips
Talking to other Animals more than humans
Being quiet
Not sleeping
Going for runs
Reading
Writing songs
Singing
Drawing


|History|
Lacy didn't have have the same upbringing as most of the other students here at the institution, she never knew her family, and grew up in hell. When Lace was a small child, she was taken from her family to a testing facility that was more interested in her inner Beast than they were in keeping her alive. She was kept in a small room with only a small bed fit for a five year old (which worked fine until she grew) and a toilet in one corner, she was always left in the dark except when they came to drag her to the testing area. Lacy was rarely ever fed, and so she was smaller than normal children, all skin and bones, if it wasn't for her regeneration quality she would probably be dead right now.

If it wasn't for her inner beast, she would have gone insane, instead she pulled in on herself and let the beast take control, she withdrew to a deeper part of her mind because her monster- pup -could handle the pain from the testing better than she could, Pup was stronger than her in every way possible, and so when it came down to it, Pup was able to get them both out of there, even though they ended up killing nearly everyone there. She had wandered around for a long time, only 16 at the time, her inner beast controlling everything she did, it wasn't until the Institution heard rumors of a monster living in the forest near them and sent two teachers to check it out that Lace took control of her mind again.

She remembered walking into the institution for the first time, being escorted by two of the teachers, she was barefoot, in nothing but ragged, blood stained brown shorts and a faded, dirty grey T-shirt, her skin was covered in mud and blood, her hair matted and dirty. Everyone had stared - it had been in the middle of the day - and rumors flew, but Lace felt safer now, at this place with other people like her. She still talks to Pup sometimes, her beast is her other half and even though her monster is her worse enemy, it's also her best friend.


|Other|

Because of her beast, Lacy has two rooms, one with a roommate, and the other in the a hidden room under the institution that only the teachers and herself know about, every other night, Lace locks herself down in that room behind two reinforced steal doors and cant get out until the next morning. This is not for her protection, but everyone else's.

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My Monster is my worse Enemy
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So begins...

Lacy McCarty's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Stephanos Kokinos Character Portrait: Adelina Mynatt Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Olivia Kingsley Character Portrait: Jane Park Character Portrait: Xavier Adams Character Portrait: Zachary "Zac" Lambholdt Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Charlie J. Rook Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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Atheya was sitting up in her bed, surrounded by the many pillows she often slept with, her old and recent sketchings scattered along her wall. Beside her on her small dresser, her lamp shone a faint glowing radiance, just enough for her to read her aged and uncared for book that she held gingerly in her hands. She had found it in the library the night before, piled underneath a mound of uniformly old books. She had been searching for a copy of it for quite some time now, but the condition was less than satisfactory. Yet, she couldn’t say she really minded; She found older books that are torn and elderly (to an extent) hold more history, a story untold by the story inside.

The particular book she was reading at the moment was a classic that many knew of, “To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. The whole innocence of the children within the book with the harder more serious whole tone of plot in the book was a balanced she liked, that she would have thought hard for an author to pull off. She really did love the book.

Mumbling under her breath in a soft whisper laced with her English accent, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it,” She closed the wrinkled pages. That was probably the most popular line of the book, well, at least one of the many. It was something that she really agreed with, and understood to a complete detail. She had experienced things from people’s point of view, almost literally going into their skin at times. If that what you could call going into others thoughts and pasts through an invisible mind link between her and others. Yes it is a little hard to understand, but she often just referred to it almost like a wireless telephone. Brain waves bouncing off of others, blah blah blah.

Glancing over to the simple digital clock that rested right beside her lamp, its gleaming red light stated clearly that it was 7:02 in the morning. Removing the big black rimmed reading glasses that started slipping so it rested at just the tip of her nose, she set them down on top of the book. She figured now was probably a better time to get up, rather than when she originally woke at 5:30 after only getting around four hours of decent sleep. Being as her brain was always almost ticking and processing, she had a bit of insomnia. And by a bit, it was actually quite bad.

Swinging her legs over the side of her double bed the institute so generously gave instead of tiny twin ones, she hopped down, but tripped a bit over one of her acoustic guitars she had haphazardly left sitting on the floor. Doing a slight somersault so she didn’t just fall over, she sat up, and clutched the dark wood guitar in her grasp, saying “I’m sorry, Watson!” still in a quiet tone. She had a name for every one of her guitars, and would argue with anyone who doubted her theory that each of her guitars had certain personalities and souls. But that thought aside, she got up and put him on the stand with the others she had.

Rummaging through her drawers, she pulled out a make shift outfit for herself, a more lazy one considering it was a Sunday. Throwing it on quickly, she finished it off by slipping her phone in her pocket, and clasping on the oval locket she had worn every day since she was ten years old. Inside it held two pictures, one of her mother, and one of her Father. They had died and this was the only thing she really had left to remember about them. She still laughs at the slight irony of them both being Neurologists.

Slipping out of the room, she walked down the stone hallways, glancing outside the faintly fogged up windows as she continued down the long corridor of the girl’s dorm rooms. Making her way along the long stair way down to the main floor, she went into the large kitchen that all the students shared together. There weren’t many students at the school, only about thirty or so. The kitchen was a large enough space for everyone, so it really didn’t matter much. Opening one of the fridge’s, she noticed it was lacking some milk, one thing that really went fast in the institute. Opening up the other two, she found the same thing. Not only that but It seemed there was no more coffee left either when she went to go check for her “spirit” that she called it; a frightening thing really. It looked like she was going to have to go out and get some, hopefully before all the late bloomers of student woke up and grunted angrily and slurred unrecognizable words, glaring with their tired eyes. It had happened before and she could have sworn it was the bloody zombie apocalypse.

The good thing about this was that as one of the very few Superlative students, Atheya could actually go out into the city without having to have someone like a teacher or another student accompany her. One of the actual few rules in the Silhouette Institute was that a student of Medial or New Blood rank must, with no exception, be accompanied by a teacher or a superlative student like herself. When she first got to the school, actually only around a year back, she was infuriated at that rule. Her young rebellious nature seemed destroyed by that, but alas, she always found a way to sneak out. She had been a traveler before then, so staying in one place within walls was suffocating. She had grown a lot since that point. Now she was actually kind, and a little more laid back. Laughing and smiling, something that was very hard for her to actually do for a very long while.

“I guess I better go out then." She stated out loud to herself. Going out to get the food was a task that Superlative students where usually stuck with by the lazy teachers. She didn’t mind going alone, but it wasn’t the most fun thing to do. Yet again, neither was dealing with caffineless students

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Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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Lacy stood in front of her easel, the only light in the room came from her bedside lamp. Her hand moved effortlessly across the page in front of her, the charcoal forming the images she saw in her head effortlessly as she worked silently, her eyes never once leaving the paper in front of her. She knew what she was drawing; she always ended up drawing the same thing when she couldn't sleep. The drawing was of a beautiful girl trapped in a glass dome, floating across the sky endlessly. Most nights, Lace would lay awake and imagine a hundred different ways of how that beautiful girl could escape the dome and fly freely, but she never really understood why it hurt to think about how the girl would have the freedom that she never could, because her dome wasn't formed out of glass, it was made of steel. It was unbreakable.

Her hand stopped mid stride, and for a long moment she stared at the paper before finally dropping the charcoal into the tackle box and turning away from the drawing. She moved silently to her side of the room, being careful not to wake her sleeping roommate, Bobby Burkinson, at such an early time- the cloak read 5:45AM -as she gathered a change of clothes and left the room, down the hall, and into the girl's bathroom. Lacy silently locked the door, dropped her clothes to the ground, and turned on the water. Her shower was quick, though she scrubbed at her skin until it turned a light shade of pink, and changed into a pair of faded light blue skinny jeans, a long sleeved white shirt, and her black combat boots. By the time she was finished in the bathroom, Lace had put on a touch of makeup - just her favorite red lipstick, eyeliner and mascara -and she had fixed her hair, so it wasn't dripping wet but still damp, it was around Seven. She could probably wake up Bobby soon, if he wasn't already up.

Lacy padded softly down the hallway, and slipped back into their dorm. Bobby was still sprawled out in his, snoring softly. She paused halfway across the room, it was clear where the line was drawn between the two sides, Lace's beast was very territorial, it didn't like other people crossing into it's area, but Bobby was okay, he had a friendly smell, so he never got snapped at. Some of the other students were a different story. Lacy crossed over to his side of the room and lightly tapped his shoulder. "Bobby, you're going to have to wait in line for the bathroom again if you don't get up now." She patted his shoulder gently one more time before standing up straight and heading over the window. She pulled the blinds over and let the light flood the room. "Come on, we can't be late for class again. I'll leave you behind this time." Lacy turned around poked Bobby again, leaning over him slightly so she could try and see if his eye's were open or if he was just ignoring her to catch more sleep.

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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Jane Park Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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Bobby woke up, feeling his arm being slightly tugged on."Bobby, you're going to have to wait in line for the bathroom again if you don't get up now." He mumbled and groaned, turning over in his sleep."What now..I'm sleeping ?He felt another light tug."Come on, we can't be late for class again. I'll leave you behind this time." He felt a sense of light enter his eyes, with all the tasteless slob running down his cheeks."Oh fuck you. Did you really have to wake me senseless ? I mean if I was a bloody vampire, you would've killed me. But oh well you do the best as always.

Bobby walked towards the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. He looked back behind himself and turned off the sink, putting his toothbrush back into the small pouch sitting on the mirrors edge. He walked back into the room and put on some fresh clothes, admiring the fact that he didn't change his socks, with one being red and the other being white, he looked back over to Lacy and smiled."Coming ? I feel hungry right now.

Bobby walked down the steps, looking around as some of the other students were chatting as he supposed. Even though he hated being on the top of his bonks early this morning. As he was walking into the kitchen he had just a little bit of time to hear Atheya, one of the high class students speaking, he decided it was time for him to butt in on the discussion.

“Any last things you guys want?” He smiled and decided to put on his girly voice, something he always used to mock Atheya slightly at times."I. King ButtBaton of the third order would like three oranges, two banana's and one cup of cold tea. Seeing as though the british kinds of me and you must always drink up our, slight advantages of tea yeah ? Oh yeah I forgot to mention something that's been of the top of my head. Morning !!

He laughed and smiled, snatching the list away. He glared over it a few times and scratched his head, nodding in response."Can I go ? I've been feeling quite hungry today anyways, besides that every time they bloody send you I never get what I need."






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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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"Oh fuck you. Did you really have to wake me senseless ? I mean if I was a bloody vampire, you would've killed me. But oh well you do the best as always. " Lacy frowned down at Bobby before rolling her eyes and stepping back so he could get up. Bobby had never been a morning person, so instead of snapping back at him she simply waved a hand and replied with "Just get a move on." before going over and getting her bag ready for the day. If anyone looked through her bag, they would be slightly surprised and confused to find a bag full of fresh pork chops and a leg of turkey, but by now most people knew that she always had some kind of meat stowed away in her bag, just none of them understood that it was because Pup go hungry all of the time. She was running low on food.

"Coming? I feel hungry right now." Lacy looked up from her bag and blinked, she had even noticed Bobby come back into the room. She quickly zipped up her bag and tugged on her light blue jacket before pulling her bag over her shoulder and following Bobby. "Right behind you," Lacy called after him before lightly skipping down the stairs and coming to a stop right beside Atheya. "Anything else you guys want?" Lacy made a slight humming noise in the back of her throat while she blocked out Bobby's chatter. Sometimes he could get carried away, and it was rather annoying after awhile. Fresh air... Lacy flinched at the rough feminine voice that echoed though her head. Two nights from now she would have to lock herself down in that room again, and before then Pup liked to get as much fresh air as possible, she hated being trapped inside these walls.

"If it's not too much to ask may I also join you?" Lacy stood on her tip-toes so she could whisper in the taller girl's ear. "Pup needs fresh air..." Theya was one of the few students who knew about Pup, usually the Superlative Students tried to be more understanding when it came to walks and Lacy. Lace leaned back onto the balls of her feet and looked away sheepishly. "I am also low on food." She mumbled, pulled out one of the Pork Chops from her bag and nibbling on it. It was funny, how the New Bloods stared at her like she had grown a second head.

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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Jane Park Character Portrait: Charlie J. Rook Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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The steady thudding of footfalls drowned out much else, the music blasting through his ear buds was really background noise to the rthymic motion of the mutants feet. Repetition. Rhythm. Routine. With every elongated stride, Charlie inhaled, then exhaled both air and energy. Out through your nose, in through your mouth. Thankfully the process was a quiet, harmless one. His pores didn't glow a sickly green as he expelled the excess radiation or anything, rather the bright tint to his eyes might have been known to dull just a tad instead.

Eventually, those footfalls came to an abrupt halt. Charlie's lips ceased their silent counting as dipped to touch his toes. A quick stretching routine later, and he had his hands in his hair, head lulled back - cool down walk in process. Killing two birds with one stone, the New Blood traversed the courtyard back towards the dormitories. Not in any rush, the fresh air did wonders to the kid who'd been awake for several hours already. Thus was the way of things when you're sleeping schedule was all out of whack. At least, no nightmares. Those stopped years ago, while he'd spent some time his previous 'institution' - if you would call it that. Appreciative that his head was that much clearer, Charlie rolled his shoulders and pressed one against the nearest door. On today's agenda...make a visit to the library, and chemistry lab.

Piecing together the rest of his day, he removed his headphones and took a leisurely stroll through the halls towards his room, with a detour into the kitchen. He stopped short, swiping the back of his hand across his forehead, eyebrows suddenly furrowed. Head on the swivel, he surveyed the room a moment. The fuck was everyone doing in here at all once? Charlie spoke up, but mostly to himself - words audible but directed at no-one in particular. "Apparently I missed the memo..." The memo sent out by Professor Xavier summoning all the X-men to the kitchen island on the third Sunday of the month.
The mutt, the witch doctor, the other mutt - all of 'em, congregated in once place in desire of sustenance as it were. To be fair, he wasn't much different in his reasonings for being there.

Still, as he weaved his way through the gathering of his peers, he stuck his water bottle under the faucet, casting a lazy, green-eyed glance over his shoulder. Whatever lull in the conversation his remark might have made, if it even made one, was over by now as requests were being thrown from this way and that at the Superlative Female. The one that could supposedly mess with memories. Somewhere amidst the chit-chat, Charlie chimed in a second time with a curt inquiry. "Pass it here?" Water bottle now capped, he extend an arm and snag it out of the grasp of whoever it had been handed off to last. With the pen in hand, he scribbled down his requests on the bottom of the piece of paper, whilst adding a title at it's top as well.

Things Atheya needs to get.

Coffee
Whatever
Milk
Whatever
Oranges x3
Bananas x2
ButtBatons, x4
Whatever
Chips
Booze
Pot of Gold
Granny Smith's Apples, not those red fuckers.
Whatever
Whatever
This # 991-555-7244



Handing the list back over to it's owner, he was aware that the last little scrawl of information may garner some attention, and it was meant to. Still, he had his reasons. Real reasons. He needed to chat with someone who'd been here for a little longer than most, pick their brain a little. But not before he checked out some books and jotted down some notes. In passing, Charlie took a swig of H20 and offered up a dismissive wave over his shoulder, pausing only to spare Lacy a complimentary quirk of his brow as she nibbled on a random slab of meat. "Smells good." He murmured through a straight face, making it really quite difficult to tell if he was mocking her, or if he was serious. Nonetheless, they'd all disperse soon enough, whether to shop, or other. Charlie on the other-hand, was off to speedily shower and change before trekking over to the library to do some important research.

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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Stephanos Kokinos Character Portrait: Adelina Mynatt Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Olivia Kingsley Character Portrait: Jane Park Character Portrait: Xavier Adams Character Portrait: Zachary "Zac" Lambholdt Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Charlie J. Rook Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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Olivia stirred in bed as the a loud hollow thump invaded the silence. She opened one eye, and deciding not to investigate the noise, she fell back asleep. The next time she woke up, it was to the annoying blare of her alarm clock. Lazily reaching out from her the covers, she pawed around her nightstand until her fingers met her clock, and she turned the alarm off. She sat up in bed as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked around for a moment, wondering where Atheya was. She must've woken up earlier than her and left.

Olivia scurried to the bathroom, determined to finish her morning routine as fast as possible so she could get food downstairs before it was gone. She brushed her teeth and took a hot shower. Leaving the bathroom, she quickly picked out clothes, not really caring what they were, as long as they natch or looked neat enough. After she put her outfit on, she grabbed her phone and was about to leave. Her eyes noticed the note on the door just as she was about to open it.

Morning! There’s not a lot of supplies in the kitchen, I’ve run out to grab some though

- Atheya


Olivia smiled at the beautiful signature at the bottom before hurried downstairs. She passed through many stone hallways, and down a main stairwell before arriving at the kitchen. There were already many people there, all crowded around the island. It looks like she woke up a little late... Again. She spotted Atheya amidst the people near the island. Guess she hasn't left yet. Olivia made her way to the island. "Morning!" she said brightly. She noticed everyone writing on a piece of paper; it looked to be a grocery list."Pass me the list please?" she asked, and waited till the list got to her. she quickly scribbled down what she wanted, and passed the paper to someone else. Olivia was about to ask Atheya if she could join her, but noticed a lot of people wanting to accompany her, so she changed her mind. It would be a stupid for so many of them to go. She'll just wait for them to get back with the food.

In the meantime, Olivia still needed something to eat. She opened and closed a bunch of cupboards before finding a broken poptart in the corner of one. "Still looks good enough to eat," she thought with a shrug. She nibbled on the poptart as she leaned against the island, passively watching as the others talked and went about their business.

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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Olivia Kingsley Character Portrait: Zachary "Zac" Lambholdt Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Lacy McCarty

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“Bobby,” She said, rolling her eyes with a slight laugh, trying to snatch the list back from his grip. “I never get what you want because half the things you say are daft! You can’t just buy Monkeys eye balls at the market. Or anywhere, at that.” She chuckled. “But yeah, come along.” She yawned. I really am tired. She thought to herself for a second, glancing over just as one of the newest New bloods left. She believed his name was Scott.

Glancing down a bit at the smaller girl, she gave a kind smile. “Of course you can come Lace. I would appreciate it actually, not leaving me alone with your roommate.” She chuckled. Lacy was one of the only Medial students she knew a bit about. She was sort of shy and timid, but it made sense with her. Atheya though thought she was kind, and really enjoyed being in the girls company. Atheya wasn’t one for overly loud people anyways.

Glancing over to see who had the list, it was quickly handed back to her by an unfamiliar face. A new blood, most likely. Glancing down to what he had written, she gave a bit of a confused glance at the number at the bottom, but glanced back up as Zac handed her the money. “Nope!” She said, walking over to him and giving it back, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it. I probably will owe you someday for something anyways.” She laughed, looking over at Olivia, and saying almost frantically, “Oh! Sorry If I woke you, I tripped over Watson, I tried to be qui-“

'Oh this god damn bastard new blood, what does he think he’s doing here.'

“Well that was an angry thought.” She mumbled, a serious tone brushing her very hushed voice as she talked to herself. “Excuse me for a second,” She said to the two, walking passed Flynn. She backed up quickly and handed him the list, saying quickly, “Hold on to this for me please,” Before running off.

Sometimes it was impossible not to hear thoughts of some people, no matter how hard she tried. It was also like another side effect. She couldn’t help but hear overly angry thoughts, thoughts filled with so much emotion. Rage was the worst. It really got to her head.

'He’s got no idea what he’s in for, my little brother will just kick his ass. He’s a nobody, so nobody will care how hurt he gets.'

“I know that voice.” She sighed, as she continued to her way to the battle ground on the school. It was a Superlative kid. She remembered him from last year when she herself had only been a New Blood. It was maybe her fourth day there. She was lost down one of the corridors, her stubborn side refusing to give in and ask anyone where she was. That when she was shoved against the wall by that very student. He was a medial at that point. She swore at him, still being her rebellious little self at that point in time, but he just shoved her against the wall, calling her stupid little new blood, who ”can’t do anything but diddle in some ones head” She still remembers the look of shock in his face when she actually became a Superlative student before him. He was really quite new to the rank.

Making her way in sights of the field, she stayed back, just letting the scene play out. It was actually quite impressive, on Scott’s side that is. Glancing over after it was done as the fatigued boy walked away. She groaned as she looked at the Superlative student and his brother, “Shell-shock.”

“Guys, really?She said, an unamused tone lacing her words as she walked up to them. “You both know for a fact New Bloods are allowed anywhere, this is a place of acceptance. This is a place we come to feel accepted because society thinks of us as mutants. If you are as to be immature as to rank yourself higher than others due to these ranks we are given, then you yourself are ranked lower as a person. You shouldn’t need to hold respect for a person that you know not to be weak. You should hold respect for everyone here. especially if you’re a Superlative. It’s petty, and sad.”

The one thing Atheya hated most about this Institute, in itself, was the people who bullied. She thought it was the most ironically hypocritical thing she had seen. They themselves had probably come to the Institute to be accepted, and there they don’t accept others.

“And you know that yes, we either need a teacher or Superlative to ref a fight, but that’s only for training or classes. Not whatever the hell you all were doing here.” She pointed out. “And Shell-Shock,” She said, eye brow raised as she turned to look at the Medial. “They call you that because you sat and played Call of Duty for twenty four hours straight and started screaming because it frightened you.” With that, she went and turned away, walking back in doors.

Walking back into the kitchen, she saw Mike, just as he was leaving. She ignored it and went to grab a glass of water, leaving before trailing up to the boys dorm wing, easily finding the slow and Sluggish Scott. “Oy!” She called over, rushing a bit and grabbing his arm, putting it around her shoulder to support him, not wanting the kid to fall. “Drink the water, it’ll help with energy.” Keeping him balanced as he continued walking to his room, she stopped as she saw the door, with a sign reading “Xavier and Scott.” Moving away from him, she felt confident enough he would balance himself and not fall over as soon as he entered his room. “By the way, haven’t seen a power like yours quite yet; pretty sure no one will try to fight with you soon. But, you should work on bumping up your energy. Tips from someone who’s looked up all of them, drink lots of water, do yoga or something, stay active. Lying around is probably the worst thing you could possibly do.” She stated with a smile. “I’m Atheya by the way, but I have to get going, but yeah. Drink water.” She laughed a bit, as she turned around and made her way down the hall, and back into the kitchen where she always seemed to end up.

“To the car.” She said to those of which who were coming with her to the market. She tried to sound enthusiastic, and it came out that way, but with a tad hint of tiredness playing in her voice. She turned away and out the front of the door.

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Taking the list for the final time, she scanned it over quickly as Flynn asked the others if Chandler could come. She was sure the two would really be fine with it. Letting out a yawn, she folded the paper and slipped it into her Cape Jackets pocket. Grabbing Flynns hand, she spoke to the three “Let’s go~” and began trailing Flynn along behind her, Bobby and Lacy in tow.

Stopping at the large front entrance of the school, she always found herself a little captivated with it, almost forgetting a lot of the time the space used to be an old church. The walls where engraved with beautiful shapes, stain glass windows shoe brilliant colors, and where placed near the peak of the extremely large ceiling. The floors marble slabs that looked almost like they were melting. She had drawn this space many times, different parts and areas. Most of the sketching she had hung in her room, where in fact of the building itself. She often went exploring into every nook and cranny of the school, finding new and cools things.

Glancing around, she spotted the person who often kept guarding the doors; he was behind a desk twiddling with a pen. Letting go of Flynns hand that she had dragged him along with, she went up to the man, his name she knew well because it wasn’t unusual for her to leave the premises a lot. “Morning, Jay.” She said, continuing on. “We’re low on food, so I need to pick some up, could I have to keys to the car?” She asked with a smile. The Institute had a couple of cars itself, and Superlatives among others where the only ones allowed using them, so long as they asked of course. Jay finally spoke after rummaging through one of the drawers, and pulled out a set of keys, handing them to her. “Mornin’ Atheya. Here you are, just need you guys to sign out before as well.” Grabbing the keys, she slipped it into the pocket, and wrote down everyone’s names on a little sheet, before walking out the door, calling back to jay, “I’ll pick you up the usual coffee.”

Making her way to the car that she found herself most often using, she waited for everyone to pile in before moving over and sitting in the driver’s seat.

Switching on the car, she quickly went and pulled out of the parking lot, and began moving down the road. She often didn’t walk in cars, finding it best to focus solely on her driving. If her mind was to get distracted, it wouldn’t turn out very well. The drive to the store she often went to wasn’t very long, maybe around ten minutes or so if traffic was alright.

About five minutes into driving, She felt herself swerving the car a bit, and shook her head trying to perk herself up, her tiredness seeming to get in the way a bit. “Sorry, sorry!” She said, straightening out her driving just a bit more. I need to find someway to get to sleep at night She thought to herself. She felt herself getting worse a lot of the time. Not only that, but her health was dropping a bit of it as well. Her headaches increased, and it wasn't unusual for her to get fevers. Wouldn't surprise her if she had one now. But, she was stubborn. She refused to give in, and to rest. She always felt she needed to push herself, she felt that in order to get control of whatever it was that she needed to get in control of, rest was not the answer.

Pulling into the small lot of the store, she got it as close to the front of the door. Switching off the car, she said to them “We should make this a little bit of a quick trip,” Before opening her door, and walking out, and making her way into the bright and stocked store. Smiling at the woman she was so familiar with behind the counter, she walked up to her, giving a friendly "Bonjour!" The dainty woman behind the counter was the store owner, and more often then times when Atheya come in, she was the only one working. Most of the time on Atheyas spare days, she came down here to lend a hand on some things.

The lady, names Penelope, smiled at her, giving back a equally delighted, "Bonjour." But as quickly as that happy tone came, a mother tone laced her voice as she asked, "Vous sentez-vous malade? Vous avez l'air un peu pâle." Which meant, Are you feeling sick? You look a little pale. Atheya shook her head, and said "Non, non. Je vais bien, ne vous inquiétez pas." Simply saying that she need not worry, and she was fine. It was a good asset to be able to speak french. It didn't hurt either that she had a spare in place of the French class the students at the Institute had to take. Giving a wave of her hand in goodbye, she began going up and down the isles, finding the things she needed to get.

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"Let's go" Atheya spoke, and before Flynn could process the words, his hand was yanked and suddenly he was flying; well it felt like it. For a little lady, 'Theya sure did have a strong grip. He felt his cheeks redden slightly, but it was from the heat... yes, the heat, that's what it was. Theya let Flynn out of her grasp, and Chandler floated over almost instantly.

Stupid, mortal boy. Stupid? The word caught him off guard, sent him stumbling back a few steps to avoid Chandler. Stupid? Stubborn, yes. Angry, yes. But Stupid? That one was especially new. He frowned at the shadow.

How so? Flynn asked, head cocked to one side.

To that, the shadow just gave out a short, throaty chuckle. He shook his head, the tattered garment moving with him, creating a blur of black cloth.

You'll see. Chandler replied. You'll see? How cryptic. Although it was no use trying to be all-knowing when you sounde exactly like a crocodile wrangler. After Theya got the keys, the four entered the car.

The French countryside was notorious for bad roads, and the roads that snaked from Silhouette to the nearest towns were a nightmare to drive on. He knew this personally, as he had his own car- a rickety old Ford that was bad enough on it's own without potholes big enough to house a small family in their Tarmac depths. Today was especially bad somehow, and his stomach lurched with every bump they rode over. At some point, Theya nearly fell asleep at the wheel- though common sense woke her up. She really needs to stop pushing herself. Push too hard and everything will break. He gave her a slight worried look before they came to a stop as they arrived at the little store.

“We should make this a little bit of a quick trip" He heard Atheya say as she turned off the car and made her way into the store. Inside, It was colorful, but pleasantly so. Bouquets of flowers lay on a display at the door, filling the whole store with a hint of sweetness that lingered throughout every isle.

He heard words spoken in French. You'd think after six years spent at Silhouette, Flynn would be able to speak French. He does, a little, actually but his accent makes it much harder for the soft and lilting French words to come out of his mouth right. From what he picked up, it was something about illness. Very... light topic. He thought to himself just as Atheya walked near, checking out some products.

"You alright?" He asked her, worry spreading across the boy's features. "You were up awfully early today- and you nearly fell asleep at the wheel"

Deciding to help, Flynn also added "I'll do some of the
shopping if you want... can I see the list?"

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Theya glanced up from scanning the different types of cereals to look in the face of a slightly concerned Flynn. “Oh, I’m fine!” She tried to say at least the tiniest bit reassuringly. “I just uhm... don’t get a lot of sleep. “ She admitted, turning her head away as she yawned once more. “Please, don’t worry.” She smiled, passing the list over to him. “But maybe you should drive us home.” She laughed, saying it in a sort of joking matter, but being completely serious at the same time. “I’ve got to run across the street to the cafe, promised Jay that coffee. I’ll be right back.” She stated, running out the welcoming doors of the store.

Cold wind brushed her fair skin as soon as she stepped into the cool surroundings. She waited a second for cars to pass by, before crossing the street to a five store cul-de-sac area. Making her way to the usual café she enjoyed going to, she stopped, noticing the new store that seemed to had just moved in beside. A music store; her favorite type of store. "I guess I have a little time to peek in." She thought to herself, knowing completely that there was a %99.99 she would get distracted and take longer than expected. But hey, a girl could hope. Opening up the glass pained doors, she heard a small jingle of a bell used to signal a customer came in. Smiling at the man behind the counter, most likely in his twenties or so, she gave a polite, “Bonjour,” before making her way to the walls lined up with guitars.

Atheya had always been a big music enthusiast. Her father had taught her at the very young age this soulful way to express herself. She had been singing since the ripe age of five, of course back then she didn’t sound exactly the way she does now. She had picked up Piano at eight, and guitar at nine. She had been to many festivals and concerts on end, even having specific memories of each that she cherished; going as far as to have mementos from lots of them, whether it be a tee shirt, or a flower plucked from a ground, stuck in a frame. That seemed to be the only thing that stuck with her throughout her foster homes. Well, that, and her extensive fighting training she put herself through.

A she scanned her eyes across the many guitars that hung against the wall; a single one caught her eye. “Oh no.” She mumbled to herself, as she moved it off the wall hanger to hold it. Sitting down on a chair, she balanced it in a proper way, and strummed a few cords. The sound rang in her head. Not only did it have a unique design, but almost a unique sound. It sounded a bit longing, one that would hook at your heart, and tug at it in a way you would feel it.

"Oh god, I already have a name for it." She scolded herself in her thoughts.

Well, there was no doubt that she wasn’t going to take it. Sitting up, she went over to a shelf, and grabbed a new strap for it, not really caring if it matched too much or not. She honestly at this point didn’t even care what it cost. Setting it down with gentleness of the counter, the cashier rung it through quickly, and she was out the door in around three minutes, the guitar strapped across herself on her back.

"Now for the coffee." She thought, making her way around the corner to the café. Waiting in line, she suddenly felt bad. She didn’t mean to stick Flynn and the others on the shopping, and wished she would get back in time to at least be able to do something more. Once it was her turn, she as quickly as she could ordered coffee, and even got a bag full of pastries and stuff to set on the kitchen counter for a free- for- all take.

Rushing quickly back over to the grocery store, she opened the door, almost dropping the coffee and bag in her hands. The smell of the roses beside flew up into her face in a familiar scent. “Sorry. I was weak.” She said, giving an awkward laugh to the others, pointing to the new instrument on her back. “We ready for checkout?”