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โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ

"People say I should be happy
for these gifts. But to me
it feels like a curse."


โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ



{ G I S E L E - D U B O I S }

N I C K N A M E
Z E L L Y
That is what her father used to call her before he died.

E L L E
She use to insist on people calling her this when she was a young teen.

G E N D E R
F E M A L E



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โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
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H E I G H T
5 ' 6 "

W E I G H T
1 2 5 l b s

E Y E - C O L O R
B R O W N

H A I R - C O L O R
B R U N E T T E

H A I R - S T Y L E
L O N G - W A V Y

S K I N - C O L O R
I V O R Y

B O D Y - B U I L D
S L E N D E R - C U R V Y

S T Y L E
C L A S S Y - E L I T E
V I N T A G E

M A R K I N G S
T A T T O O S
    Sparrow back of left shoulder
    Ribbon around right ring finger
    Infinity symbol inside of left wrist

P I E R C I N G S
    Dermals in back dimples
    Industrial bar in left ear
    Both Tragus

S C A R S
    Cuts on her wrists

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"Being the best me I can be is all I can do.
For some that's not enough, but for me
that's exactly what I need."


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Gisele is a very quiet and shy type of girl. She generally keeps to herself because she has a hard time conversing with people who say one thing but then their minds tell her something different. She has a habit of keeping to herself and often listening to her iPod to avoid the flood of thoughts that flow out from the people around her. When she does talk to people, she tries to be honest and friendly but once she knows someone's real thoughts about her, she can't help but act accordingly. If she realizes that someone does not like her then she won't waste the effort of trying to be kind to someone who doesn't deserve it. Although she comes of distant and quiet, when she makes friends she does open up and has a habit of being very sarcastic and playful.

L I K E S
N I G H T T I M E - W A L K S
S T A R - G A Z I N G
Q U I E T
F L O W E R S
F A V . C O L O R : C O R A L / S A L M O N
F A V . M U S I C : A L T E R N A T I V E
F A V . F O O D : S U S H I
F A V . L I T E R A T U R E : S H A K E S P E A R E
F A V. E N T E R T A I N M E N T : M O V I E S

D I S L I K E S
L I A R S
H Y P O C R I S Y
N A R C I S S I S M

S E C R E T S
Most every secret she over hears.
Her past self.
Her past addictions.

P R I Z E D - P O S S E S S I O N
L O C K E T : Gift from her father

H O B B I E S
D R A W I N G
R E A D I N G

F E A R S
C R O W D S
B E I N G - U N W A N T E D
L O N E L I N E S S

Q U I R K S
H U M M I N G
T W I R L S - H A I R

I N S T R U M E N T S
P I A N O

S P O R T S
G Y M N A S T I C S

A D D I C T I O N S
P A S T
A L C O H O L I C
N A R C O T I C S


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{ T E L E P A T H Y }


P O W E R S
M I N D - R E A D I N G : Read/sense other's thoughts
M I N D - S P E A K I N G : Speak through thoughts
T E L E M P A T H Y : Communicate through emotions


S T R E N G T H S
C L E V E R
I N T E L L I G E N T
C H A R I S M A T I C


W E A K N E S S E S
K N O W I N G - T R U T H : Can cause problems
C R O W D S : Too many minds overwhelm her
N A R C O T I C S / A L C O H O L : Dulls senses
D I S T A N T : Keeps others at bay


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Gisele was born in Paris, France. Her mother, Genova, was a French fashion designer and her father, Richard, was the American Ambassador. Her mother was always gone, working and traveling, so she grew up a Daddy's girl spending most of her time with her father. He was her best friend. But when she was 12, he died of cancer. Her mother, not wanting to loose her credibility in her career sent Gisele away to boarding school because she didn't want to be slowed down or burdened with raising a child. Before her abilities surfaced, she was a stereotypical mean, rich girl at her boarding school in New England. She prided herself on her popularity and beauty like most materialistic girls of the shallow nature. She paid little to no mind to her academics, and spent more time paying attention to her social life and boys.

When she was 14, her abilities finally surface. She slowly began to notice that she was hearing voices that no one else could hear. At first she thought she was going crazy until she began to realize the voices were those of the people she knew. These new abilities gave Gisele an epiphany and changed her entire out look on life. Once she knew how others truly felt about her, how horribly she treated others and how much she hurt them, she reevaluated her life. Backing away from her old circle of friends, Gisele began to try and focus on her school work. But as her telepathy grew stronger, the voices and thoughts became too much and overwhelming.

By 16, Gisele couldn't handle the flood of thoughts around her, especially since a majority were about how she's changed and seems strange. With an absent mother, and unlimited access to money she quickly slipped into the world of narcotics, alcoholism and self harming. She found relief in the numbness that came from the drugs and alcohol. While her self harming was her punishment to herself for how she treated others, and also how she dealt with the truth about how others thought about her. Gisele slipped farther and farther into darkness and abuse until one day it went too far, almost ending her life and resulted with her in the hospital.

Once out of the hospital, Gisele admitted herself into a rehab center to help with her addictions and slowly return herself to the world of endless thoughts and noise. While there, she began to hear rumors of the California's School for Superhuman Children. Determined to clean up her act and better herself, Gisele stayed in the hospital until she was 19, focusing her time into hobbies and gymnastics. Having a complete change of character, she traveled across the country to the school to try and improve her control of her abilities while also surrounding herself with others like her.


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Gisele DuBois's Story

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye

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Landon had been party hopping all night. He made sure to make an appearance at a majority of the different little dorm parties that flooded the dormitory. It was obvious that it had just became midnight when everyone was making more noise than they already were and started grabbing whoever was closest, planting a wet one on one another. There were a couple cuties around him that were giving him the eye but he had something way more fun in mind they sharing his New Year's kiss with a random girl. Not that he wouldn't enjoy kissing them but he didn't want to lead anyone on. Deciding it was time for him to leave the crowd, he grabbed a red solo cup of mystery alcohol, chugging it's contents as he moved down the hall.

Landon tossed his cup in the trash near the stairs before heading up to the next floor. He grabbed hold of the banister, whipping himself around the landing, skipping every other step as he ascended the stairs. He was slightly surprised at how quiet the floor was. But then he realized that Synthia probably threatened everyone with a lifetime of school debt or something if they were too loud. The thought made him chuckle to himself as he headed down the corridor.

The only sound that could be heard was the clicking of his dress shoes on the tile floor. He smirked to himself when he noticed their door was open before he was in their sight. Being the peacock trickster he is, Landon pulled out his phone and began to play Old Time Rock and Roll. Just like Tom Cruise in Risk Business, he slid on the tile coming to a stop in Synthia's and Spencer's doorway. He then spun around to face them, flipping the sides of his blazer back as he strutted towards them. Moving towards them like he was in Saturday Night Fever, he bobbed his head side to side while mouthing the words to the song.

When the song came to an end Landon posed like he was dancing disco. He held the pose for a second or 2 before cracking up laughing, and plopping down on Spencer's bed. He did always like to make an entrance... At least he thought he was humorous. "So I realized that Hey, it's a New Year now. And I had some girls eyeing me, wanting me to be their New Year kiss. But being the gentleman I am," He put his hand to his chest trying to seem as sincere as he could be, "I had to save that pleasure for the one girl in my life..." He was looking at Spencer, but cocked his head towards Synthia with a mischievous grin. She always hated it whenever Landon tried flirting with her, which made him enjoy it that much more. "So what do you say baby? Plant one on me!"



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Gisele arrived much later than she had planned due to the snow. It wouldn't have been such a terrible drive if her mother would have let her get the SUV she wanted instead of a freaking Porsche. She hated how her mother shoved her wealth down her throat. She let out a sigh of relief as she parked her car and shut off the engine. It was like ESP or something because the second she removed the keys her phone began to ring. She bite the finger of her glove, pulling her hand out of the fabric so she could answer it, "Hello?... Yeah Mom I got here fine... er, Genova." She sighed. She had a horrible relationship with her mom, if you could even call it a relationship. The woman didn't even let Gisele call her mom and the last time they saw each other was shortly after her Father's death. "...I'll be fine... Yes! I can control myself Mother!" Her mom knew nothing about her except the fact that she spent the last 3 years in rehab. She didn't even care about her issues, she cared about the image it made on her fashion brand and life. Her Mother saw her as a burden and free advertisement... not a daughter. "Why do you care!?... That's right because you don't!... I'm on the other side of the world, be happy... Stop lying to me. I'm not a child anymore... Whatever. Bye Genova."

Gisele threw her phone into her purse, before slamming her hand into her steering wheel. The impact made her alarm begin to go off. "Oh shit!" Her hands fumbled around with the keys for a few seconds until she finally turned the alarm off. With a sigh she rested her head back against the head rest trying not to cry. After a second or 2, she brought her hands up to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, grabbed her purse and got out of her car. She nearly slipped once she stepped out in the snow, grabbing the car door with her hands. "Fucking heels..." Her Mother always insisted Gisele dress her best, and her best was always clothes from her Mother's line. Free advertisement. Once she regained her balanced, she grabbed her suitcase and headed inside.

It hit her like a wave. All the voices, real and mental bombarded her mind as she walked through the halls tugging her suitcase behind her while adjusting her duffle bag that rested on her shoulder. If her Mother wasn't so complicated she would have just stayed at school over the holiday break but she had to go to Paris. Even though she saw her mother not once the entire time she was there. Just a waste of time. It must have just turned midnight when she entered because people were kissing everywhere. It took all her concentration to weave through the masses of students without getting knocked over or whatever else, while juggling all the noises in her head. But when she heard one thought she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes locked on a male a few feet in front of her who was obviously drunk. But he licked and bit his lip at her as he began to stride towards her. She sighed and rolled her eyes. He wanted her to be his first kiss for the year and she was not feeling that at all. She smirked as she spoke to him through his mind, If you even attempt to kiss me I'll tell every girl at this school how small your dick really is. He took the hint well because he quickly turned the other way, stumbling through the crowd to get away from Gisele. She wasn't a mean person like that usually but she wasn't in the mood to deal with this type of crowd.

She wanted to jump for joy when she noticed she had reached her room. Gisele quickly recovered her key from her pocket and unlocked the door. She tugged her suitcase inside, pushing it aside before practically slamming the door shut. She rested her palms against the door, then her forehead letting out a sigh of relief. Some quiet. She turned around, leaning her back against the door, allowing her body to slowly slide down it until she was sitting on the ground.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr

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"Happy new year!"

The words echoed through Ash's dorm room walls as the party next door hit a new level of loud. She could feel the thumping beat through the floorboards, and through the air. It vibrated throughout her being, but Ash was glad she wasn't a part of it. As much as Ash wasn't a party type of girl, Ash wouldn't have minded going to the party - but she felt it was more polite to wait for her best friend and give her a quieter welcome - one she would prefer. It could be quite uncomfortable for both Gisele, Blair, and Ash to be around loud noises - Ash and Blair could detect the vibrations, and Gisele could hear minds. It gave Ash a headache just thinking about it, let alone being a part of it. Kat, luckily, didn't have a problem with noise, but then again, Kat was just awesome in general. Ash had to admit, sometimes she was jealous of Kat's ability to not get headaches caused by powers.

Then again, there was the issue of boys, too. Ash was, admittedly, saving herself for someone, but she was losing hope of ever seeing him again. As much as she'd vowed to never forget his face, it was slipping from her. She could remember his eye colour perfectly; Ash held onto this knowledge tightly, in fear of forgetting. She couldn't forget the boy who saved her from drowning a second time.

Snowball squealed in his cage just as something - or, more likely, someone - thumped against the adjoining wall. Ash sighed, sitting up on her bed, before getting up and walking around to his cage, scooping the small rabbit up, and resuming her place on the bed, cross-legged with the animal on her lap. She stroked him, making soothing noises to the ball of fluff, trying to calm her pet down. The screaming next door began again, and Ash clamped her hands over her ears while the small rabbit burrowed it's head into her lap. "Oh my god....
" She groaned to herself, resisting the urge to flop backwards on the bed and pull the pillow over her head. "I am never going to get any sleep tonight." She told the rabbit, before picking him up and placing him back in his run with a treat ball. She was sorry she couldn't do anything else for the creature, but she was hoping he would curl up in his nest and fall asleep.

Aislinn was shocked out of her thought trail by the sound of a car alarm. She was surprised she could hear it, but she headed over to the window, opening it as wide as she could. She shivered as she realized how cool it was outside. Ash had been in California for just over a year now, but the milder seasons always caught her by surprise. Back in England, everyone assumed that California was hot 24/7. However, this was definitely not the case, and Ash caught herself rubbing at the goosebumps appearing on her arms. She threw on a cardigan quickly, before hurrying back over to the window, and sitting down.

Ping!

Ash's phone decided to receive a text just as she sat down. Sighing in frustration, Aislinn pulled herself off the window seat and grabbed her phone from the charging point on her nightstand, before typing in her code and flopping down onto her bed. She opened up her messages to see that she'd received a message from Mei. Sighing once more, she typed a quick reply.

Hey, I'm in my room at the moment. It's so loud.

She hit send on the phone and plugged it in, just as someone opened the door. Ash jumped, expecting it to be some drunken idiot stumbling in by accident, but to her pleasant surprise, it was Gisele. Ash squealed in delight, leaping off the bed in delight, before she noticed her best friend sink to the ground. "Are you okay? Rough journey?" She asked softly, sitting down next to her. She didn't want to push her, but wanted to make sure she was okay. The French girl had been there for her since Ash had arrived, and Ash reciprocated it towards her. She just wanted to make sure her friend was okay, catch up, and get to sleep.

What more could a girl want?

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye

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H E X C O D E
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O U T F I T
Classy

S O N G
Old Time Rock and Roll



"Mmm... Herpes. Delicious." Landon chuckled as he scooted off the bed and moved over towards Synthia. He leaned his right arm against the wall next to her closet. glancing down towards her as she gathered her things... or whatever she was doing. "Just because I enjoy pleasures of the flesh, doesn't mean I'm a man whore and diseased, thank you. Plus... I wasn't talking about Spencer, smart ass." He took a slight step closer to her, smirking down at her, "I was talking about you." He glanced over at Spence, giving her a wink. Being his best friend, she probably knew exactly what he was doing. He loved pushing Synth's buttons because he could. Plus they sort of had a love hate relationship. He loved how much she hated him, but deep down they're sort of friends. "Isn't it obvious that your the only one for me?"

Landon glanced from her closet to her, she was probably preparing herself to leave the room. But he honestly just more or less came to hang out, sex wasn't the motive... Entirely. "So what do ya say darlin'? If there was ever a time for your black heart to open up to me it'd be now.... Just one kiss?" Then his mischievous grin turned more menacing, "Or better yet... Hit me! Yell at me! Walk away! I love it when you play hard to get. I enjoy the chase!"

Landon raised a brow as Synth spoke. "Perhaps you should retrieve video evidence of Blackwood's devotion to you, Spencer. Much and many can be done between midnight and-... 12:11, especially considering Landon's stamina. What was it the last time? 1 minute and 51 seconds? Congratulations. I believe that's a new record." He shook his head while laughing weakly. "Last time I checked, I last at least a good 2 minutes, ok?" He put out his hand in a calm the hell down manner. He was clearly just playing along with her snide comments. He wasn't going to go on the whiny defensive like most guys. He knew how he was in the sack and didn't feel the need to defend it. "Plus, how would you even know cupcake? Unless you were observing or participating you would have no clue the extent of my stamina... See this," He ran his hand down his chest, "Is all flesh. Pure, non-hackable flesh. If you wanna know its secrets you gotta explore it yourself."

His eyes glanced down as Synthia began to pull up her stockings. He bit his lip shaking his head. "Now that," He pointed down at what she was doing, "That's mean." He shook his head again with a grunt before walking over to Spencer's desk. He removed his jacket, and laid it over the back of the chair. He pulled the chair out, throwing his leg over the seat so he was sitting on it backwards. He then crossed his arms and rested them on the back of the chair. "So Spence... Did the Terminator over here give you a New Year's kiss?" He nodded his head towards Synth when he called her a robot.




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H E X C O D E
#E78E8E

O U T F I T
Elegant/Modest

S O N G
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



"Are you okay? Rough journey?" Gisele didn't even notice that Aislinn was in their room. Of course she should have known that, neither one of them was the partying type. "Oh hey Ash... Didn't see you there." She reached her hands down to grab her shoes by the 4in heels, yanked them off and threw them on her bed. She sighed, pushing off the ground to stand up. She grabbed her suitcase and duffle bag, putting them on her bed and decided to unpack while she recapped to her best friend about what all went down.

"Well... I went to Paris, which you already knew, but of course the she devil couldn't carve out one single day to be with me!" It was obvious she was upset because she began to unpack her things viciously. "So I traveled halfway around the world to spend Christmas in a hotel room with pay per view and Godiva. Which reminds me," She grabs a decent sized wrapped present from inside her suitcase and walked over to Ash, holding out the gift. "Merry Christmas!" Inside was Godiva, because let's be honest no women says no to chocolate, and a couple dresses she bought while in Paris. She gave her friend a hug before moving back over to her bags. "So then she pretends to care about me driving in the snow. Which wouldn't be a problem in the first place if she realized that having a Porsche at my age is retarded. All the car is good for is attention... Which I don't like."

She was rambling. She did this when she was upset and Ash knew this. But Gisele knew her friend would listen to her complaints considering she couldn't call her while she was in Paris. International calls cost a fortune. "But she wasn't even worried about me driving in the snow in a god damn Porsche!" She sat down on the foot of her bed with a sigh, "She wanted to make sure I wouldn't regress being around everyone partying and celebrating New Year's. She thinks I can't control myself since I had to go to rehab and everything.... That's why she made me come to Paris. Not to see me. But because she couldn't trust me to take care of myself and not slip back into the hole that was my former self... And, I come back to a tsunami of noise in my head and a drunk trying to kiss me at midnight." With a sigh, she lightly slapped her hands on her legs, smiling slightly towards her friend, "Alright. I'm done venting." She laughed softly.

Gisele's gaze moved past Ash to look out the window and saw that it was still snowing pretty heavily. Then it hit her. She quickly jumped up from her bed and walked over to her roomie, "Why don't we have our own lame PG fun tonight!" She held out her hand in an over dramatic fashion, "Be the Elsa to my Anna... And let's go build a snow man!" Gisele had a slight obsession when it came to Disney, that's all she watched while she was in rehab because who doesn't love Disney. She didn't wait for Ash's response before she hurried over to her wardrobe and began to pull out more winter appropriate clothing. "It snows maybe one day a year here. Let's make the best of it!" She had no issue changing her clothes in front of Ash, they'd done it hundreds of times. But the idea of playing out in the snow like she was a kid made her happy. Plus it'd give her a chance to get away from the parties and noise that was slowly giving her a headache.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr

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Kat weaved through the crowd, her eyes flitting over the faces of those she passed, searching for ones that stood out. She didn't really know why she was bothering, as she knew perfectly well that parties weren't exactly up Ash's alley, and as for Blair and Giselle, well, they couldn't go to one without surrendering themselves to nausea and migraines. Which was ironic, considering that a lot of the people here would be suffering from exactly those come morning.

With a sigh, Kat reached for her phone, typing a text to the three girls, asking about their whereabouts in a typical 'Kat' tone. Her thumb rose over the send button, only for a loud cheer to interrupt the act, as the sea of students around her began to chant in unison.

"Sixty! Fifty-nine! Fifty-eight! Fifty-seven-"

Kat's eyes widened in surprise, and her gaze flicked to the little clock at the corner of her phone. Seriously? It's midnight, already? The numbers nodded back at her, neon white, reading 11:59 and confirming her query.

"Thirty-eight! Thirty-seven! Thirty-six-"

Kat frowned, somewhat disappointed to not have her friends with her to count down the seconds. Nonetheless, she just as quickly shook away her gloom, replacing it with a grin as she joined in the counting.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four-"

Around her, she could see people pairing up, lips armed and ready for the obligatory New Year pash. A boy appeared in front of her, a smirk on his lips and a hazy look in his eyes. All about them, people screamed "One!" In jubilant unison, and the guy before Kat leant towards her, his lips curving in preparation. Kat stepped back, raising her hands in front of her as she eeked out a meek rejection, "Ah, no thank you, sor-" The rug caught beneath her feet, and she went stumbling backwards into the wall.

And through it.

Katherine landed with a thud on the wooden floor, and groaned as she raised a hand to her cranium, rubbing it where it had made contact with the ground. Looking up, she prepared an apology for whomever she had bugged, "Um, hello. Sorry about tha-" Her voice froze, and she blinked at the pair in the room. One of them -a boy with shoulder-length hair and a handsome face- blinked at her, clearly pretty out of it. His companion, however, stared agog at Kat, before looking down at herself in realization of her lack of clothes. Kat's hands flew to her eyes, and she spun around and ran.

Into the wall.

"Ow! Er, sorry. Really! I'm not a pervert! I- I-" She didn't finish her sentence before bolting, this time using the door like a regular person.

Her cheeks were still flaming as she left the party.

By the time she'd made it outside, her phone told her that it was half-past,before slipping it back into her pocket she sent the three texts she'd prepared before her incident with the kisser and the nakedness and the mortification. In that order.

To: Ash ; Giselle ; Lil Red
Happy New Year!!! Any of you in need of a New Year's kiss? ;)

Her faux-leather boot came crashing into the ivory mound, causing a spray of crystalline sparkles to shoot through the air, separating like the fireworks that powdered the sky above. She watched said fireworks with a bright smile, a soft ooh escaping her lips every time that another shot of color was fired into the dark abyss, exploding into a shower of peppering glitter.

"Happy New Year." She murmured it to herself with a wan shift in expression, as her hand reached out to catch the falling snowflakes.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams

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ใ€Power To Progress โ–ฎ Darren and Stephen Lovedayใ€‘
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Ash pursed her lips as her friend tore off her heels and chucked them onto her bed. She realized that this meant that her friend was upset, and as she began unpacking, Aislinn couldn't help standing up with her and shuffling over to the bed, sitting down and crossing her legs. Gisele began talking about her trip to Paris, and as much as Ash knew Gisele hated it, she was secretly a little jealous. She decided to cut the thought from her mind as quickly as it appeared, and instead replied with a quick, "As much as that sucks, I wish I could have visited Paris. Is it as pretty as the pictures?" before realizing that they were getting off topic and making a gesture to continue.

Ash's face split into a huge grin as her friend turned around with a box in her hands. She took it and placed it on the bed, before digging under her bed for the item she was looking for. It was a box, too, but slightly thinner and lighter. Inside, Gisele would find a scrapbook of English Flora, with little pressed flowers included in the book, gently sellotaped on the corners. Underneath that was a woolen shawl for cold nights, and alongside that were a couple of bars of clotted cream fudge. She placed the box on Gisele's bed before flopping back onto her own bed, trying to ignore the rowdiness of the party next door.

Just then, her phone pinged again. Ash rolled her eyes at her friend, holding up a finger in a one-second gesture, before reaching over and seeing it was Mei. She texted back quickly.
{To: Mei}
Sorry, G just got here. Gonna hang with her for a while!

She sent the text and turned back to her friend, mouthing a silent apology before placing the phone back on the nightstand. "She wanted to make sure I wouldn't regress being around everyone partying and celebrating New Year's. She thinks I can't control myself since I had to go to rehab and everything.... That's why she made me come to Paris. Not to see me. But because she couldn't trust me to take care of myself and not slip back into the hole that was my former self... And, I come back to a tsunami of noise in my head and a drunk trying to kiss me at midnight." Gisele continued her rant, and Ash listened to her, letting her best friend vent. "Welcome to the Academy.
" She muttered sarcastically, a grin across her lips. Her hand was on her ring, holding it gently. Gisele's mention of her mother - however much she bothered her - had reminded Ash of how much she missed her own, and it was out of habit that she was holding the ring now. She dropped it quickly before smiling at her friend again.

"Why don't we have our own lame PG fun tonight! Be the Elsa to my Anna... And let's go build a snow man! It snows maybe one day a year here. Let's make the best of it!" Gisele suggested, and Aislinn found herself moving towards her drawers before she could stop herself. "Hell yes!" She grinned as she dug through her drawers, finding some thicker leggings grey in colour and patterned with white and pink aztec designs, and she threw a grey jumper over the tank top she was going to wear to bed. She pulled on a pair of pink uggs and put a thin pink scarf on to top off the outfit.

Ash's phone received another notification, much to her annoyance, at the same time as Gisele's; her annoyance faded as soon as she realized it was Kat, and Ash sent one last text to her other best friend before turning off her phone.

{To: Kit Kat}
Meet you outside Party Central - Snowmen and snowball fights are on the agenda!


With text sent, Ash turned to Gisele with a cheeky smile on her face. "I'll race you out! Three, two, one, GO!" She yelled, before turning around and hot footing it out of the door. The corridors were rammed with people, making it difficult to move - or breathe. Ash tried to ignore it, but found herself slowing to a walk anyway, and gently pushing her way through the crowd. Other party goers, obviously completely wasted, formed what seemed an intangible wall between her and the outside world, but Ash was determined to win. She focused on keeping her breathing even as she fought through the crowds, and was disappointed to find not one pair of golden coloured eyes. She didn't even realize she was searching, but she pushed through, only stopping to push those hungry for another's attention away. At one point through the Party Corridor, she was kissed on the cheek, but a quick push and a glare was enough to get him to turn away and pursue some action elsewhere.

Finally, Ash reached the outside world, where the cold bit into her skin and went through to her core. She shivered, but ventured out into the snow, reveling in the fact that she'd won the race. The fireworks lit up the sky above her, turning the snow every colour Aislinn could name. She held out a hand, catching snowflakes in her hand. Just then, she heard something move behind her, and Ash turned towards the patio, realizing that someone was sat there. He - or she - was silhouetted, so Ash couldn't tell who it was, and she hoped that they hadn't seen her.

Time to have a little fun.

Ash scooped up some snow and patted it together into a ball in her hands. She made sure it wasn't too compact, so it wouldn't become ice, and she was glad to find that it was the right consistency to make a decent snowball. Her hand felt the sting of the cold, and she sneaked closed to the patio. Finally, with a grin on her face, she yelled, "Snowball fight!" threw it at the unknown person, hoping that they wouldn't mind too much. She giggled as she watched the snow explode on impact, showering them with the substance, and ducked down to make more of the soft projectiles, laughing as she did so.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Galen Adams

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O U T F I T
Winter Outfit

S O N G
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



Gisele was happy to be out of her blouse and pencil skirt. She always enjoyed looking nice but it wasn't the most comfortable attire in the world. She turned around to face her roomie and couldn't help but chuckle when she realize they were both wearing grey and pink. "You know... Eventually some day someone is going to ask about our strange friendship." She smiled as she pulled on her white beret just as her phone dinged. She grabbed her purse and it took her a minute or two to search its contents for her phone. She hated and loved technology. She didn't like how everyone was so dependent on them these days but it also gave her an excuse to avoid people's minds.

{ Kitty-Kat }
"Happy New Year!!! Any of you in need of a New Year's kiss? ;)"


Gisele chuckled at her phone, glancing up to see that Ash already replied. She wasn't as quick at texting as her roommate.

{ To: Kitty-Kat }
"Whatever Ash said! Be our Olaf!!"


Gisele clicked send, then tucked her phone into the pocket of her plaid skirt. She hadn't even had the chance to put her shoes on yet when Ash said, "I'll race you out! Three, two, one, GO!" "Hey! Wait you cheater!" She shouted after her roomie who disappeared into the crowd of people in the hall. She quickly grabbed her white boots, bouncing on her left foot as she tried to slip her right boot on. Once that one was on she did the same with the other shoe, but fell over into her wardrobe. "Dammit..." Quickly regaining her balance, she got her shoe on and rushed to the door. She made sure to grab a room key because chances were that Ash forgot hers.

Gisele slammed into someone the second she got out in the hallway, "Oh... Sorry." She weaved through people as quickly as she could but it wasn't very easy. She turned around the corner and that end of the dorm was rather quiet. There was a few people disappearing into their rooms but no blonde prepared for a snow battle running away. With a sigh, she slowed down as she walked down the hall, adjusting her clothes and hat. She came to a halt when she saw a door open to a room. Wondering if whoever was in there might have seen Ash, she slowly walked towards the open doorway. She was surprised when she saw the lights out. At first she thought someone just forgot to close their door but as she looked inside she saw someone laying on a bed.

She contemplated just continuing on but she honestly had no idea which way Ash went. So Gisele took a deep breath and moved into the doorway, raising her hand to knock on the opened door. She used her hand to brush back her brunette locks while clearing her throat. She hadn't realized that the male had his iPod in until she could slightly hear it throw his thoughts but the fact that all she could hear from his head was his music made her brows furrow. She didn't want to enter his room uninvited so after a moment she spoke, out loud while simultaneously in his mind, "Hello... Sorry to bother you..."

Gisele waited until she had his attention. She smiled softly towards him as she asked, "Didn't mean to interrupt your... Listening." She motioned her hand towards his iPod. "I was just wondering if you saw Aislinn fly past here not long ago? She thought a race would be a good idea but I quickly lost her. And these big buildings still confuse the crap out of me." She laughed softly while scratching her head at her own confusion.

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Reed stared at Aislinn from where he had just stood. He had seen Synth walk out a few minutes ago, but ignored her since the two had a sketchy relationship. She had her blond hair like he remembered and the beautiful features that werenโ€™t outright, god how are you not a model look to everyone, but screamed out in Reedโ€™s head.

Reed was about to speak when she pelted a snowball at him. He laughed as he ducked for cover. Reed picked up a snowball of his own and threw it right back over the back of his chair before moving low and quickly towards her, running low to the ground. As he approached, he picked up another snowball and tossed it at her, lightly packed.

As he was a few feet away, he stood from behind his cover and called out gently, โ€Aislinn Mae, is that you?โ€ He walked forward cautiously, as if expecting her to throw another snowball at him in any second. He stood with his hands up as if in surrender as he approached her, not believing he was actually seeing her again.

He had seen her a few years ago when he had saved her from drowning. He remembered the night clearly. He had kissed her and she had given her a note which he cherished and held onto all the time. He had it by his bed upstairs and it was clear it had been folded and unfolded a bunch of times by the reader.

Reed stood before her, holding his arms out in a way that looked like he was presenting himself in a way but could appear to be offering a hug or something else. Reed couldnโ€™t believe it. His breath coming out in puffs was visible but he was too distracted by the sight of Aislinn to even care or notice one of his favorite things about Winter.



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Galen had just moved from listening to music to listening to an audiobook Reed had loved reading when he sensed someone near his door. He pulled out the earplugs and sat up, looking curiously at the girl. She knocked and Galen smiled, finding it a little funny that he had known she was coming before she had even announced her presence.

โ€Hi,โ€ Galen stated simply. She responded and he shook his head with furrowed brows, indicating she wasnโ€™t bothering him at all. It was merely the beginning of the book so there was no real issues.

Galen nodded his comprehension of her words before she continued on, waving away her slight apology. Galen thought back but shook his head slightly. โ€Aislinn, Aislinn, Aislinnโ€ฆ Sorry, I actually donโ€™t know an Aislinn,โ€ He stated simply as he stood and walked towards her, trying to think back to why the name was familiar. He leaned against his doorframe as he looked down at the girl, but his eyes didnโ€™t focus on her, causing them to look slightly off behind his glasses.

โ€Probably doesnโ€™t help that Iโ€™m new here. Galen Lewis. Whatโ€™s your name?โ€ He asked curiously, offering his hand to her. She was a few inches shorter but he didnโ€™t have to look down much. From the shade of the shadows her hair was darker rather than blonde and he wondered, not for the first time, how people would appear to him if he could see the more detailed features.

He looked for what she was wondering about him in his own mind, curious, but found nothing at the moment. He frowned slightly, confused, but gave a smile that showed he was just a little confused as to something else that she could ask about but he wouldnโ€™t offer without question. It was clear he was comfortable with himself and that he didnโ€™t mind her interrupting him, but was still a little confused as to what was happening, and why his head felt a little different than it did most times.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion

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Ella got to her feet and began walking back to the school. "So that was fun" Liz noted. Ella rolled her eyes at the comment, she was exhausted and had enough "venturing" for one night. "What is little miss Ella tired? Don't like dealing with bad guys? Well face the facts sweetheart you brought this on yourself! Besides I did you a favor, Sam was sooo concerned about you and you got to be held by Leo! You are welcome. I mean the least you could have done is let me talk to Nathaniel, when he showed up my heart just...melted" Ella halted and turned to her left as if facing the dark version of herself, in her mind she could see her standing there in her leather jacket, hoop earrings, black liner while holding a cigarette. "Enough! God I don't know what you got me into and how dare you do anything like that to Mei! I saw the look on her face, she knew them didn't she? Look just leave me alone. I'm so sick of having you around!" Liz scoffed "Please, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't survive half the time.

The cold air was getting to Ella, after about 45 minutes she arrived back to the mansion. The whole walk she listened to Liz ranting about stupid stuff, like how worthless she is, how she's not strong enough for anything, how she's crazy and how if it wasn't for Liz, Ella would probably be dead by now.

Ella ignored her, everything she said was nothing new. She felt relieved when she saw a fun distraction, afar she could see a small collective have a snowball fight, she admired the group. Ella leaned against the wall of the mansion and watched as she waited for everyone to return from the bistro.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion

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Classy

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Old Time Rock and Roll



Landon smirked when Spencer replied, "My great idea is doing all of those at once. Perfect way to start the new year." He began to step towards her while his hands started unbuttoning his shirt. He had gotten his shirt completely unbuttoned to reveal his muscular torso when she got a text. "Leo's in trouble at the bistro. Some idiots decided to lay a hand on my brother." His eyes widened as he moved across Spence's room, grabbing his jacket off her office chair. He knew that they'd be off to go help or whatever you want to call it. "Whoever hurts the most bad guys gets oral from the loser." She was out the door before he was able to grab his car keys from his pocket. "Well... I was going to offer to drive us..." He sighed to himself, slipping his jacket on and running out of her dorm with his shirt still wide open.

Landon ran down the stairs, skipping 3 at a time until he reached the ground level and bursted through the door. He ran over to his truck, yanking open the door and sliding into the driver seat. Without putting his seatbelt on or anything, he put the key in the ignition and started the engine. Within seconds he was barreling down the road to the dinner.

Usually a 15 minutes drive and he made it there in a few minutes. Thankfully the school was sort of in the middle of no where because if it wasn't he probably would have wrecked or gotten a ticket by then. He pulled into the parking lot, seeing the action inside and outside the Bistro. He parked his truck in a spot near the entrance. Just as he went to exit his truck, he saw one of the gang members or whatever they were run out into the parking lot. Just as the guy was going to pass his truck, Landon opened the driver's side door, slamming the guy in the chest and knocking him to the ground. He smirked to himself as he stepped out of the truck, closing the door. "Timing is everything."

Apparently timing is everything because he arrived in time to see Spencer run right into someone. Typical. Landon shifted his gaze back to the guy on the ground before him. "You should probably get lost." He grabbed the guy by his shirt, lifting him up off the ground and pushing him in the direction away from the Bistro. Once the guy was gone, he made his way into the diner coming up to stand beside Nathaniel who seemed a little too pleased with himself. "Scaring the shit out of people per usual?" Landon lifted his arm to rest on his friends shoulder as the guy bit into the apple he was eating. He flinched slightly as he felt a breeze on his torso. Glancing down he realized his shirt was still wide open, he merely shrugged his shoulders not caring.




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O U T F I T
Winter Outfit

S O N G
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



The guy sat up, "Hi." Well that's a start. Gisele thought to herself when he responded to her. She didn't realize how strange it probably was having a random girl come knocking on your door. But on a positive side he wasn't ignoring her. โ€Aislinn, Aislinn, Aislinnโ€ฆ Sorry, I actually donโ€™t know an Aislinn,โ€ He said in response to her question. She sighed softly, nodding her head in understanding as the guy got up from his bed and moved towards her. She tried to snap her fingers in a dang-it type of way but her gloves just muffled the noise. "Dammit..." It wasn't long before she slightly regretted asking if he saw anyone pass by his door. She could tell by the way his eyes never seemed to really focus on anything that he was blind, she felt bad but something about him felt like he still had his perceptions which made sense as to why he could see her.

โ€Probably doesnโ€™t help that Iโ€™m new here. Galen Lewis. Whatโ€™s your name?โ€ Gisele chuckled softly at his comment seeing his hand extend towards her as he introduced himself. She quickly brought her hands up to remove her glove from her right hand, before gently placing her hand in his. Regardless if he was blind or not, she glanced up into his eyes with a smile. Eye contact was important in her opinion. "It's ok... I haven't been here much longer than you. I know just enough to get myself lost, obviously." She laughed softly at her own comment before adding, "I'm Gisele... Gisele DuBois."

Gisele glanced over the guy as she slowly retracted her hand and put back on her glove. He was definitely attractive and didn't seem to be like a douche bag like half the guys in the school. But it was weird... When she tried to listen to his thoughts to see what was really going on in his head she only heard fragments, like radio static. Her brows pulled together as she tried to focus. She half raised her hands to reach out towards his face but froze mid way and let her hands drop. That'd probably be a hard first encounter to explain, not to mention invade his personal space. She was just curious why his mind seemed so different.

After a little bit of silence, Gisele cleared her throat. "So I'm assuming being new... You haven't met that many people. I was actually heading outside to play in the snow... Because I'm 5." She grinned while chuckling. "It might be more fun then laying around by yourself listening to music." She pointed towards his dorm room, "You're more then welcome to join. I just have to warn you... I'm like a world champion in snow ball fights, and I don't play fair." She smirked, "Or if you asked me really nicely, I might consider joining forces."

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Leonard Knight

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Ooh look who waited for you! Ella ignored Liz's remark and smiled at Sam "Yo, what's up." Ella ran her fingers through her hair and tucked some behind her left ear. "Not much, fully sober now, really needed that walk. Um, I'm not sure who that guy was either...he was really drunk so he probably thought I was someone else...yea. Sorry I didn't reply to your text I'm totally down for party games, chilling and pizza I could eat like five right now."

Ella squinted her eyes to see who was involved in the snowball fight "Is that Aislinn? Yea let's go join" she said as Sam ran off.

You lied to him! Ella glanced over at Liz "I don't know who those guys were Liz. Remind me to kill once I've had a good nights sleep" Liz grinned You could use that right now huh? And yet you chose party games...wow.

Just then Mei appeared with Leo, she was furious and relieved when she saw them. She walked over and gave Mei a funny look and then shrugged "How could you Mei? You know never to get involved when Liz is around. What did you guys do this time? Steal? Threaten? Kill? God, it's been like two years, I don't understand that girls influence on you just urg...just please tell me you're alright!" She listened patiently to Mei's response, unfortunately she couldn't hear much of it since Liz was screaming in her head on purpose. Ella simply nodded and glanced over at the group in the snowball fight "Let's deal with this another day, I've had enough drama for one night. Sam is setting up a get together with games and food. You guys should come"

Ella ran towards the group having the snowball fight. She ran straight for Aislinn and tackled her to the ground "Happy New Year" she laughed rolling to the side. She got up and brushed the snow off her dress, she extended her hand towards Aislinn to help her up.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Synthia Faye

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Reed couldnโ€™t believe his eyes as she stood there. That night when he had breathed slightly better for a moment, her breath had gotten laboredโ€ฆ had she used powers to help him breath after all the effort it was taking to paddle that surfboard back to shore with her in front of him. He was still shocked from seeing her and the fact that she seemed excited to see him too that he didnโ€™t notice her coming at him with a snowball until she hugged him.

He hugger her back, picking her up slightly so he wouldnโ€™t be bending over much and laughed as he felt snow going down his back. โ€How dare you attack your savior with snow down the shirt?โ€ Reed declares with a smile and a joking laugh and tone.

He was surprised when he heard a voice and dropped Aislinn before turning to see a girl he didnโ€™t know. She pelted Reed and Aislinn with snow and Reed laughed as he turned from the cold snow. First, she missed, but then she made it and Reed and Aislinn both laughed.

A moment later, Sam flew out from the doors to throw snow at Reed and Reed couldnโ€™t help but smile at his friend. โ€For the record, I answered your texts, I just didnโ€™t answer all of them,โ€ Reed declared as he made another snowball and threw it at his friend. Apparently Sam already knew Aislinn as he declared she had messed with one of his many pranks and knew that the other girl too. Or at least, it appeared he knew the other girl too.

As the war began, Reed reached to pull Aislinn out of the immediate line of fire to talk with her. She was amusing and beautiful with some snowflakes dusting her eyelashes from one of the snowballs that had hit her. Reed was so distracted he didnโ€™t even feel the numbing pain that came with playing in snow without gloves. Reed glanced over to see Synth when Aislinn addressed her but didnโ€™t comment on her presence. He didnโ€™t know when their relationship went sour, but it had at some point, a while ago.

โ€Honestly? I didnโ€™t think Iโ€™d see you again and please do, Aislinn Mae,โ€ Reed replied, taking all his willpower to keep his voice from cracking or hitching with how close she was, how her hands had his collar in their grasp and how all he had to do was lean forward a few inches to taste her again like he had so long ago.

She spoke again and Reed gave her a smiling and odd look, as if she said something that wasnโ€™t true. [colro=#f69d1e]โ€I donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking about, except that that kiss was not entirely a proper one if that was what you were referring to,โ€[/color] Reed stated, waiting until she was hugging him again before he talked about the kiss.

โ€It feels like forever ago, you know?โ€ He asks as he sets her down again from the big bear hug that he had ended up giving her just because he was growing cold and wanted to. He really wanted to pull her aside and make out with her, but the idea terrified him. He could mess up, or make her unhappy, or any number of things. How terrible would that be?

โ€Now I donโ€™t know about you, but I believe it is time to join a snowball war,โ€ Reed declared as he grabbed Aislinnโ€™s hand and dove for cover before beginning to make snowballs to pelt in Samโ€™s direction. โ€Yo Sam, donโ€™t ask for what you arenโ€™t prepared to handle,โ€ Reed declared with a sneaky smile as he looked around Sam. He saw that he was right out from underneath an overhand coated with snow and winked at Aislinn before running over to the building and up the side, as if there was nothing but a jump and he was still running on the ground when in reality, he was running on the brick of the dorms.

He got to the overhang and pushed all the snow he could over, glancing down to see if he had hit his target with a wide smile.




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Galen couldnโ€™t help but run his hand through his hair in frustration, disguising it as something he saw Reed do a lot of the time around girls that appeared like they could be pretty. Galen was wearing a long sleeved thermic shirt that was snug but didnโ€™t hug every line of his torso, and a pair of jeans tucked into boots. His sleeves rode up slightly as he moved revealing one full scar on his right wrist all the way across, and one half scar across his left, as if it was abruptly stopped for some reason.

Galen watched her movement carefully, making sure he stayed attentive so he didnโ€™t miss anything he might be required to do in response. She shook his hand and he felt the warmth of it having gained more heat than normal thanks to the gloves. Her hand was soft and Galen marveled silently at that briefly.

She was nice and friendly, saying she was new too. It was reassuring to know that he and his brother werenโ€™t the only ones new to the school. It was cool so far, but they were still getting used to not having to be careful when they walked around outside to keep their abilities hidden.

He suddenly realized what the issue was and drew his hand back to tuck into his back pocket. She was a mindreader. Reed had described the feeling Galenโ€™s readings to him felt like and this was nearly exactly that. Galen blocked his mind the way he did when he wanted to try to focus away from getting other peopleโ€™s thoughts. It was a way that he only heard bits and pieces of peopleโ€™s thoughts towards him.

He noticed her hand movement as if she had announced it and took a cautious step back that gave them both a bit more personal space, working to try to make it look less like he knew what she was doing. โ€Gisele, you can ask me what Iโ€™m thinking if you want to know,โ€ He admitted with a smile that said he had caught her in the act.

โ€If you are 5, then I am 6. I would love to join you. Donโ€™t knock listening to audiobooks until you try it. Without audiobooks, there is no fantasy worlds!โ€ Galen declared excitedly, animately using his arms as he grabbed his coat and shut his roomโ€™s door before walking and gesturing even more.

โ€Ohโ€ฆ No wayโ€ฆโ€ Galen says excitedly as he catches sight of his brother downstairs and outside, talking to a familiar form that Galen only remembered because Reed talked about her constantly. It was Aislinn Mae from that summer a few years ago. โ€Would your Aislinn possibly be a girl named Aislinn Mae? I do see her in fact, sheโ€™s outside and sheโ€™s hanging out with my brother who looks like an idiot right now,โ€ Galen states with a smile that shows he is happy for his brother more than most siblings are for each other.

As Galen made it down the stairs with Gisele, he held his arm out to prevent her from walking further outside and out from under the small roof in time to keep her from walking into a large snow fall that his brother had caused in hopes of landing it all on Sam. โ€Hey Sam, need some help?โ€ Galen offered with a smile as he picked up some snow nearby, seemed to consider it, then threw it at Gisele before going to help Sam pelt snowballs at everyone else, with or without his consent. He didnโ€™t want to be on his brotherโ€™s team, there was no fun in both twins winning. One needed to taste victory and the other, defeat, as was their tradition always.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Synthia Faye

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O U T F I T
Winter Outfit

S O N G
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



Gisele watched the male before her run his hand through his hair. The gesture didn't seem like anything but her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the scars on his wrists. It triggered a suppressed memory as her right hand went to grab her left wrist, her thumb brushing across her sleeve that hid her own set of scars. It made her wonder how he had gotten those scars... The same as her? Or maybe something else. Her brows furrowed as she tried to snake her way into his head. She generally didn't use her ability on others but she felt that asking a personal question like that the moment she met him might not be the best first impression.

โ€Gisele, you can ask me what Iโ€™m thinking if you want to know,โ€ Gisele froze momentarily that she probably was acting strange but chuckled softly at the realization that she was caught. Her cheeks flushed and it was the one time she was thankful that anyone was blind so he couldn't see her blush. She brought her hand up to brush back her hair. "I'm sorry... I'm just fascinated by your mind." She put everything aside as she stepped towards him, cupping his head in her small delicate hands. She held his head as if she was examining it, standing on her tip toes as she rotated it slowly. "Why can't I hear you?... You're thoughts I mean. It's just... quiet." She quickly released his head when she noticed how strange she was acting, laughing nervously. "I'm sorry... This is just... Well I've never been around someone where it's... normal." She smiled softly while letting out a soft sigh, "It's nice."

Gisele chuckled when he said he was a kid too and his comment about audiobooks. She waited for him as he grabbed his jacket and closed his door. "Well..." She said playfully as she walked in step with him. "Actually, I don't think I have any audiobooks. You'd think I would. It'd definitely make Shakespeare more fun... Ya know with all the different voices and stuff." She smiled. "I thought about getting some to listen to while I drive. But I generally read while listening to some Bach... Or Mozart. Generally which ever suits my fancy at the time."

"Oh... No way..." The exclamation caught Gisele's attention, causing her to quicken her step to catch up to him. "What?" She allowed her gaze to follow his as he spoke, โ€Would your Aislinn possibly be a girl named Aislinn Mae? I do see her in fact, sheโ€™s outside and sheโ€™s hanging out with my brother who looks like an idiot right now.โ€ She stepped up on her tip toes to glance over his shoulder, giggling when she saw the two outside. "Yep that would be her... Wait your brother is the famous Reed?" She looked over towards Galen with a smirk, "Well that explains a lot. I've heard a lot about him... But not you." She playfully bumped his shoulder with her own. "Guess I'll have to figure that out on my own."

Gisele bounced lightly down the steps after Galen, rubbing her hands together evilly as she prepared to submerse herself into the battle. Just as she was about to run outside, she was stopped by Galen's out stretched arm. It was good timing because if she would have ran outside she would have been covered in a blanket of snow with Sam. She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as she giggled at him. Galen had headed outside asking Sam if he needed help while she walked up to Sam, playfully rubbing the hair on his head, shaking out some of the snow. "I think you're under there somewhere." She laughed softly, looking over at Galen just as he threw a snow ball at her. She was just barely able to step out of the way. The snow ball going past her and hitting Sam. She cracked up before trying to be serious but playful as she yelled at Galen, "No friendly fire!!" She grabbed a handful of snow, running over to him and smashing it on his head before quickly making another snow ball and pelting it at Ash.

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She had flown overseas a couple of days ago causing her to miss New Year's with her family which wasn't as upsetting as it should have been, she noted as there was only a minor hole in her stomach. Evie needed the escape and the whole family needed a break from her and her abnormality. Maybe there would at last be a chance for things to cool over and Evie to get her powers under complete control while she was here.

On the night approaching the new year, Evonne decided to navigate her way to the mansion while the streets were packed with club and bar hoppers, people crossing streets to congratulate each other for making another year alive and rushing around to view the fireworks. Her father's words before departure was "be safe and look out for those who hunt." Obviously, it caused some skepticism but she drew that it meant hunters and the other kind of predators on the streets. So it made more sense for her to move at night with a "normal" reason to avoid gaining unwanted attention. It certainly had it's downsides with all the intoxication that quickly tainted the streets, including an overly friendly drunk female. The girl dragged Evonne off rambling about "how no one should be alone on New Year's. Great House Party. What about your new year's kiss?" She was a hyper individual but pleasant and hospitable in her own way. She offered drinks and food and even recommended who Evonne should try to target for the new year's kiss. Darling as she was, and handsome as her recommendation was, Evonne had to at least find the mansion first. Not that they'd know a new girl was missing. But for her own peace of mind. Evonne took the girl's hands gently "Thank you so much for literally being the sweetest person for me to encounter yet, but I have to find this place and meet up with others." "Oh at least give me your phone number and take some pictures with me!" she said urgently. Swelled with delight and slightly awkward about it, Evie complied.
"Don't get too drunk so you forget whose number that is," Evie warned then smiled. Though it was likely. But Evie genuinely wished her as a friend.


ImageEventually, she had found the place with lesser complications than she dreaded. Which meant it was only a matter of time before all that luck went south. Seeing as it was the first of a fresh new year by the time she reached the school, it meant she had plenty of chance for her luck to turn around too. As she approached, she heard all kinds of laughter and yelling, slowing cautiously. Evie didn't know what to expect. A more strict and groomed school that didn't encourage maniac behavior she supposed.
Evie scratched her arm awkwardly and saw the war zone a snow ball fight had become. "Oh my..." she broke off. It was the furthest thing from safe crossing and would sneaking around it really work? Probably not She was plastered in place. She tried to tell herself that participation was always a good thing but starting by hurling snow balls at people didn't seem that tempting or her place exactly.
She could always waltz through with her shield up but that'd be kind of grinchy. It'd subside or at least slow down soon enough. Plus, the show was kind of entertaining. A small smile curved on her lips. It was good to see such free-spirited people.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Synthia Faye

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Ella burst out laughing at their new snow angel Aislinn had made when she pushed her down again. Ella got to her feet and began gathering up some snow and forming them into perfect little balls. Her hands were turning red and she began to shiver, but the adrenaline caused too much excitement for her to care. Get hypothermia why don't you? Ella ignored Liz's comment and fired a few snowballs at Sam and Galen. She dropped to her knees and began creating a little barricade Yes keep going, seriously kill us both why don't you! Ella paused and looked over to where "Liz was standing" "Shut up" she grumbled. Ella formed a couple more snowballs and launched one at Gisele "Hey Gisele! Happy New Year" she laughed hysterically.

After a while Ella stood back up from behind her fort and shouted "Considering I'm still in a dress, I think it's time I tap out. Party at Sam's dorm!!" Ella hurried off inside and made her way to her dorm "About time!! Our legs are turning blue for godsakes" Liz moaned. Ella shivered "Liz, do you ever shut up?" she snapped.

Finally Ella got back to her room and quickly changed into something warm and comfortable. The room was warm and smelt of a mixture of Mei and Ella's perfumes. She loved their dorm, they had been rooming for almost two years now and it just felt like home to her. She slipped into her cozy slippers and tied her brown hair up into a messy bun. "Can we put on some eyeliner or something?" Ella chuckled at the comment "Liz, it's basically two in the morning" Liz shrugged Yea and you're going out, what's your point? You know nothing good happens after two right? I mean I guess you wouldn't know that since I usually take over by now. Ella glanced over at her and lifted an eyebrow "And yet you haven't, why is that?" Liz shrugged followed by a shiver Too cold obviously. Ella smiled in satisfaction "Perfect, remind me to always freeze you out then"

Ella made her way to Sam's dorm, she felt exhausted but was too hungry and too hyper to pass out. She sunk to the ground next to his door and waited patiently for everyone to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Darren Veda

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Darren Veda

Hexcode: #808080 || Location: Outside



"Buwahaha! Oh, my god! That was hilarious, haha! They're covered in snow!"
Darren's rest got disturbed by a fuckton of snow hitting him on all places with the force and speed of a revolver.He got up,shook the cold off his person,and turned to see the source of the snowfall.Among the entire group,he quickly made out a person whose outline seemed to the naked eye to be a blur.He furrowed his brows at them.

Drake,Samuel Reuben
Age 17
Ability: Hyperspeed
Status: Kinetic
Stamina: 85%


Darren's brows still knit,his lips slowly curved into a smirk.He formed a decent snowball,estimated his aim,and shot it at his target.
It seemed to have hit him.Darren wasn't sure because his form was still blurry.The two most probable outcomes were either
a)the Samuel character got hit,and in his uninterrupted movement the snow either melted or slid off,
or b)the Samuel character in his uninterrupted movement managed to block or evade the incoming attack.
Either way,Darren was sure as shit he must have hit him.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams

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Galen nodded slightly at her words, understanding. He was feeling the same way with her when his thoughts changed and he saw her reach up to touch his face. He froze, unsure what to do, but nearly positive she wasnโ€™t getting anything still.

She moved his head as she seemed to study it. He smiled at her as if she was being a little strange but he didnโ€™t mind. โ€My ability is perception. Iโ€™m hyperaware of nearly everything around me, including telepathically,โ€ Galen explained. He opened his thoughts to her briefly, sending between them a simple โ€˜Happy New Yearsโ€™ before shutting it off again almost instantly.

As much as she seemed to be cool, he was not willing to open up and allow her to see all about himself and his brother and what theyโ€™d done and hadnโ€™t done. โ€It is nice isnโ€™t it? I canโ€™t really hear yours eitherโ€ฆโ€ Galen admitted as if it was an interesting problem they could solve if they thought about it.

As they walked, he listened, tucking his hands into his pockets as he did so. Galen nodded. He knew how to read. He had been taught it. But since he couldnโ€™t see the words unless the were literally carved out, and books never were offered in that form.

Galen nearly stopped walking when he heard she liked classical. โ€Do you really listen to Back and Mozart or did you ask my brother what music he downloads for me?โ€ Galen asks with a look that indicated he knew she hadnโ€™t but held the joking accusation.

โ€As odd as it sounds, I love listening to Tchaikovsky, and I know itโ€™s weird since he wrote ballets, but they justโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know, theyโ€™re classic,โ€ Galen stated with a smile, as if searching for the words but not entirely certain he was finding the right ones to describe his feelings.

He smiled as she asked about Reed. He nodded as if it wasnโ€™t the first time he had heard those words. She bumped into him and he pretended to stumble before walking normally and chill. She was cute, and different, and like him all at the same time.

She seemed ready for a snowball fight as she prepared to walk outside, then waited as Reedโ€™s rain of snow fell on Sam. He laughed as she dumped snow on him, moving to grab a snowball to throw at his brother. Neither twin had snow gloves since they lived in California, but they both had old leather gloves they had left in their room, not thinking theyโ€™d need them.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion Character Portrait: Darren Veda Character Portrait: Annabeth Orion

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Song| Seven Nation Army|| Outfit| X|| Hexcode| #BF00FF


"Your version of showing off is almost completely idiotic and ineffective." Annabeth commented from the passenger seat as she turned her head towards Nathaniel who was in the driver's seat of his car. "You should've done the disappearing party trick when Chris was still around instead of standing there gawking at Landon's chest." Nathaniel rolled his eyes and started the car. "Now why would I need to worry about that..." He smirked and put a hand on her thigh. "When I've got you, Annie."

Annabeth arched her eyebrow at him and a surge of pain flooded to his head until he let go and began to scream. Annabeth smirked and let go. "Stop being an idiot and drive back to the mansion." Nathaniel mumbled something before pulling out of the parking lot and heading back to the mansion. Annabeth pulled out her phone and began typing away. "Stop at the liquor store before hand and get something good. Apparently everyone's favourite speedster is having a party in his dorm." She looked up from her phone. "Might as well make it fun."

Nathaniel rolled his eyes and stopped at the liquor store like she asked. He grabbed a few cases of beers, some vodka, tequila, and used his powers to make the clerk think he paid for it before getting out of there. Annabeth began to text everyone in her contacts list about the party going on and made sure to inform them there'd be alcohol. It seemed that booze was the only way to get a bunch of teenagers all together for a good time.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion Character Portrait: Annabeth Orion

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H E X C O D E
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O U T F I T
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S O N G
Old Time Rock and Roll



Landon couldn't help but chuckle at Nathaniel as he caught him checking out his chest. "Go ahead... Touch it... I know you want to." He whispered in a seductive tone to his friend before adding a wink and growl. As Spencer began to talk to Nathaniel, he moved his arm off his friend's shoulder and began to button his shirt. Once Spence threatened Nate, Landon took a step back, holding his hands up like he was innocent. "Dudes... I'm Switzerland." He motioned to himself, "Neutral territory."

Spencer then turned to him as she spoke, "Well now... I'd say race you back but I don't feel like running. You're driving me back and we're finding something fun to do. I also won." Landon smirked, "You lazy ass. Be prepared to work for that ride... I don't do charity." He then added as she started to walk out of the dinner, "And it's 1 and 1... Learn to count. I got one with my truck door thank you." As she walked out to his truck, he couldn't help but watch her ass. Nathaniel got his attention when he spoke up, "Well lad, I suggest you go after that before you lose your window of opportunity to get the best New Year's shag. Or second best since we all know I'm the best." Landon grinned, "Are you offering to be the best?" He raised his brows suggestively towards his close friend, "And I'm not worried about losing my window. I get the luxury of tapping that whenever I want... Thank god she has a high libido like me." He patted Nate's back before heading out to his truck, hoping into the driver's seat.

Landon started his truck. He heard his phone chime and dug it out of his back pocket. "Soooo... Party in Sam's room. You in?" He looked over at Spence as he asked the question. "We could always grab that crazy roommate of yours. I'm sure she'd be the life of the party." Before he drove them back to school, he started a new message.

{To: The Roomie}
"Dude... Party in Sam's room. Be there or I'm getting a new roommate!!!"

He then put his truck into gear and drove them back to the dorm.




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H E X C O D E
#E78E8E

O U T F I T
Winter Outfit

S O N G
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



Gisele was glad that Galen didn't seemed phased by her as she examined his head. โ€My ability is perception. Iโ€™m hyperaware of nearly everything around me, including telepathically.โ€ She grinned once she understood, "That makes so much sense... That's why you move as if you're not blind at all... Fascinating." She was truly intrigued by him. It's amazing the capabilities of the body to adapt to compensate for it's weaknesses and turn them to strengths. She then had noticed that he allowed her own mind to slither into his for only a moment to wish her a Happy New Year. She giggled. โ€It is nice isnโ€™t it? I canโ€™t really hear yours eitherโ€ฆโ€ "Wow..." She whispered, "It's crazy to think that we are probably the only other people in the world that we can have utter silence with." She liked that idea, someone she could spend time with and actually enjoy company with silence, like she was normal. She could see herself, in the future, finding sanctuary with him her personal oasis of peace.

Galen nearly stopped dead in his tracks when she mentioned classical music, โ€Do you really listen to Back and Mozart or did you ask my brother what music he downloads for me?โ€ Gisele chuckled, "You know... Popular to contrary belief I have never met your brother. But, I am far more interested in you." Quickly after saying that she realized it could misinterpreted, "I mean as a... not like what you think... Ummm..." She began to ramble as she brought her hand up to scratch her head before quickly recovering the conversation. "I uh... play the piano. So I have had an appreciation for classical music since I was young." Gisele was surprised, Galen was the first person she was able to have a genuine conversation about classical music with. โ€As odd as it sounds, I love listening to Tchaikovsky, and I know itโ€™s weird since he wrote ballets, but they justโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know, theyโ€™re classic.โ€ "I don't find it odd at all." She walked in step with him, "I'll tell you a secret... I listen to the score from Phantom of the Opera when I do gymnastics." She smiled as she glanced over at him.


It wasn't long after they were outside that Gisele realized she chose the wrong side to be on. Only a few seconds after she saw the waterfall of snow fall onto Sam's head, Chris sent a wave of snow towards him as well. And of course, Gisele was standing in the range of fire as well. With only a second to think, she ducked her body behind Galen's just as the snow hit them. She clapped her hands together as she laughed softly. They had only been outside for maybe a minute or 2 when she heard Ella shout, "Party at Sam's dorm!!" And just as quickly as everyone poured out into the snow, then all filed back into the dorm building.

Gisele sighed, "Man... Barely got to enjoy all the fun." She caught sight of Ash and Reed walking inside hand and hand. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She was happy for her friend. There's nothing easier then having fate push your towards a guy because he saved your life. Gisele hoped that someday she'd be so lucky... To find a guy, not almost die. She slowly turned around to face Galen. "Well now I feel bad. I dragged you out here and then the battle ends the second we arrive." She laughed half heartedly. "I'm sure Ash would want me to go, but I don't know if I'm feeling the whole third wheel situation.... Wanna join and keep me company so I don't go insane from everyone's minds?" She smiled towards him. She still had a lot to get to know about him, but so far she enjoyed his company. Plus having someone there for her to talk to so she didn't have to sit back and watch Ash make goo-goo eyes at Reed was always a bonus.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Darren Veda

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Darren Veda

Hexcode: #808080 || Location: Outside


"Oh?What's this?Can't you hit me,Samuel?"
The second Darren blinked,he was unable to spot the source of the voice.He frowned and let his peripheral vision do the trick.

Drake,Samue--
"No.."
Avyanna,Elizabeth Leah
Age 21
Ability: Shapeshi--

Buckeldee,Aislinn Mae
Age 17
Ability: Aero--

Adams,Reed Lewis
Age 18
Ability--


Wait,I'm looking for a female.

Dubois,Gisele
Age 19
Ability: Telepath--

"Nope-" Wait..
His gaze went back to Samuel and he squinted again.

Dra--

Hayes,Katherine Sophia Grace

"Oh shit."
Age 17
Ability: Translucidity


By the time he'd read her ability,she finally reappeared as Samuel started squirming from the snow that wet his back.And then more fell on him.
He couldn't help but chuckle as that guy sighed audibly, "I'm so done with this crowd." Man,was that Katherine character amusing.
As Darren watched Samuel fled,he'd thought his fun had ended until he heard, "Party at Sam's dorm!!"
Been a while since he's gone to a party.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Samuel Drake Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion Character Portrait: Darren Veda Character Portrait: Annabeth Orion

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      XXXShe stared at the hand Blair offered,
      XXXand placed the coffee mug in her palm.
      XXX"Mmm," Synthia mused. "And here I was, hoping you'd disagree."

      From: Woody Womb-Pecking Wanker
      Zeus blew up another cell phone... Down right genocide. If you wanna kick his ass he's at Sam's. But it's a party... So don't bust in here being a vacuum, suckin' up all the fun.


      XXXHer eyes flickered across the invisible screen as she read the message, releasing a long, exasperated sigh.
      XXXTitanium. The phone Synthia had built for him had had a titanium shell, mixed with nichrome alloy, a concoction that had the electrical resistivity over a hundred times that of copper.
      XXXHer eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.
      XXXTitanium. She'd wasted titanium.
      XXX"I am considering investing in a Birthing Simulator," she murmured to herself. "57 Del Units of pain might shock the thundering brute into being more careful."
      XXXShe walked out of Blair's room, without seeing if the other girl would follow. The students parted for her, nearly plastering themselves to the wall in their haste to escape. It seemed knowledge of her threat towards Lucas had spread. It was somewhat amusing to Synthia, who realised her companions, including Blair, had powers much more conducive to inflicting biological harm.
      XXXBut most injuries, and certainly pain, were things people could recover from.
      XXXA criminal record, a butchered reputation, a collapsed family dynamic... Those, those were much harder to mend.
      XXXAnd she supposed Blair had a kindness she lacked. A sweetness she could never replicate. Blair was an Autumn tree - gentle and altruistic even when her leaves collapsed, beautiful in the end.
      XXXAnd Christopher had an immutable sense of morality and justice that prevented him from harming any who did not deserve it. People did not fear his unpredictability, because they knew he would not threaten any who did not threaten what he cared for.
      XXXLandon's words repeated in her head.
      XXXVacuum.
      XXXVacuum.
      XXXVacuum.

      XXXIt pulsed like a second heart, or her first, considering the vacancy in her chest. She did not know why it bothered her. Surely she knew she was a black hole. Self-pity did nothing. And yet her mind stumbled and raced, turning through memories and knowledge and thoughts that screeched louder than the scrape or clang of metal and factories.
      XXXSamuel, who could easily rob a bank or wreck havoc, did not. An innate agreeableness rested in him. He endeavoured to please and communicate; too friendly to be feared. Most of the time.
      XXXAislinn was an angel incarnate. She walked on stardust and clouds and the softest silk. Her concern for others was a tangible thing. The students admired her, would protect her. She had no enemies Synthia could name.
      XXXKatherine, who saw in Synthia something so few did, she was hopeless. Hopelessly trusting and optimistic. It frustrated Synthia at times, who could see only demise and exploitation, but she knew she was isolated in that opinion. Katherine's innocence was endearing. She was.
      XXXEven Elizabeth, whom Synthia harboured no love for, might be considered friendlier than her. Her Darker ego was a thing of nightmares, but at least beneath it, the Light simmered, an ever-present flame that no amount of darkness could extinguish.
      XXXShe supposed even Nathaniel might be considered more approachable, if only because he welcomed many into his bed. At least his sexual partners did not wonder if he would butcher them in the middle of an encounter, or perhaps they did, and that was part of his allure.
      XXXHis sister, whilst possessing a malevolent streak, had a natural charm that drew people like moths to a flame. Fools, Synthia thought, but she thought that of everyone.
      XXXAnd sweet, shy Leonard. Synthia could not name anyone who did not find the boy adorable. Even if he did remind her of a toddler - helpless and slippery - albeit one that looked less like a root vegetable. He was charming, she supposed. He brought her coffee.
      XXXHis sister was less naive, but no less charming. She'd seen the eyes that followed Spencer where she went, hungry and desperate. Even those who did not desire women desired to be her. She had a way of speaking to anyone and everyone. A natural charisma that pulsed and hummed with every breath and word and gaze, that only robots were immune to.
      XXXEven Meilani had her own charm. An quirkiness to her that made people want to know more. Synthia supposed she did not see it because she saw humanity as a singular whole. Meilani's optimism drew people. She tugged at heartstrings. No wonder, Synthia thought, for she had no heart that could be moved.
      XXXAnd Darren who lived like a flower that did not seek attention or approval, but merely bloomed, possessed more patience than Synthia had believed possible. In the rare epochs when he shivered and exploded, he somehow drew together again. He was too unassuming to inspire fear. Not yet.
      XXXSimilarly, Evonne's quiet warmth pulsed like the first rays of dawn, a kaleidoscope of lavender and amber hues that reverberated with her every word. Even her shields could not keep affection away.
      XXXGalen, meanwhile, did not even require an explanation. Synthia imagined she was the only person he did not quite get along with. He'd been magnetic when they were children, and he was magnetic now. Did he sense the admiration that crawled behind him? The souls that would do anything for a mere brush of acknowledgement?
      XXXEven his twin had no shortage of admirers. His loyalty burned like a supernova, brilliant, wild and roaring. She supposed she was the only one blind to it, the only one who saw him for a dying star, who prodded and dissected at everything that was lovely until she could see nothing but rock and gravel. Others looked at Reed and saw a star. She saw a sight that was too little, too late, because the star had already been vanquished, their eyes seeing only the remnants of a constellation that had long collapsed.
      XXXWhilst she felt no quick desire to meet Landon, she saw that others did. Pretty words flowed from him like fresh water from a mountain, even his sarcasm had an ethereal magnetism to it. He filled the room, and walked like a lord through his kingdom.
      XXXSynthia could even see Gisele's charm, objectively speaking. Her strength was a tangible thing, a moon cratered with imperfections, but beautiful in its way.
      XXXHuman. They were all so hopelessly, wonderfully human.
      XXXThe thought sat like a piece of broken code in her chest, jarring and disrupting every step and thought. Come back, it said. Come back and simmer and rage and burn with everything you are not.
      XXXIt was the medication, she told herself. The toxic static that hummed in her veins from Chris' touch. It was driving her mad. Temporarily.
      XXXThe earth was littered with the corpses of civilisations who believed they were eternal.
      XXXShe would not become one of them.
      XXXShe would not believe in something that could never be.
      XXXLove was a weakness.
      XXXFriends were a weakness.
      XXXDistracting. They were all distracting.
      XXXBut what was her probability of death?
      XXXHow many things had been said to last? How many of them had collapsed?
      XXXHow many units of pain did ostracism invoke? How many were self-inflicted?
      XXXHow did machines pretend to be human?
      XXXHow fast did she need to run, to run from the end to the start again?

      XXXAnd why did she always, always ask questions she already knew the answer to?

      XXX"I brought some light reading," she told Chris by way of greeting as she dropped a 313 page manual on electrical stimulation and its effects on technology in his hands. "Except a quiz later this week.
      XXX"Landon informed me of the sizeable explosion you impelled," she said. "Do consider the full-body rubber suit I suggested." Said suit was horrendously ugly, a neon yellow monstrosity that made any who wore it look like Big Bird from Sesame Street, or a discoloured capsicum. She took a step forward in search of Chris' mangled phone - she could save some spare parts - but a bout of nausea attacked her in that moment. She tipped forward. Blair and Chris were closest to her, but she shifted in the last moment and caught the edge of a table. She swallowed.
      XXX"The floor is slippery," she excused. "Can't imagine why," she said dryly, lips curling in disgust.
      XXXHer eyes caught that of another student's. He froze under her emerald stare.
      XXX"Uh... Did you..." he murmured. "Can I..."
      XXXSynthia nodded at the plastic cup he held in his hand. He followed her gaze, and blinked.
      XXX"Uh," he started. "This is a Jaegarbomb."
      XXXSynthia merely raised her brow.
      XXX"Like, vodka. And Red Bull," he clarified, furrowing his brows in confusion.
      XXX"Also known as a Turbojรคger or Fliegender Hirsch. Yes, I am aware," she deadpanned.
      XXX"Are you-"
      XXXSynthia grabbed the cup from his hand, and devoured it all. She scowled at the empty cup, though from disgust at the taste, its emptiness, or because that was her face, one could not be too sure.
      XXXThe boy stared at her, a look of shock and something akin to admiration in her gaze. He did not move.
      XXX"You are dismissed," Synthia said, before mulling over a thought. She returned his cup to him. "Unless you wish to retrieve another."
      XXX"Wow, I mean, yeah. Yeah, sure, Ro- Shit, I mean, Miss Faye," he said.
      XXX"You may call me Synthia."
      XXXHis eyes widened.
      XXX"Um, yeah, sure, M- Synthia," he corrected slowly, as if the name were a foreign language he could not decipher. Synthia lifted a brow as he merely stood and gawked. She jerked her head in dismissal, and he retreated hastily.
      XXXSynthia turned and snatched the drink of the nearest person to her as she was waiting, and drank that too. Synthia, who insisted fermented yeast was the concoction of the devil, sent to decimate brain cells and liver function, who condemned any who so much as partook in a sip of a celebratory drink. She gave Landon an expressionless stare over the rim of her cup, as if asking, who's the vacuum now?
      XXXThe boy raced back with not one drink but two. Synthia took both, and downed them too.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion Character Portrait: Annabeth Orion

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Blair followed closely behind Synth, only a few steps behind her as she parted the crowd of students like the sea. It confused the red-head for a second as to why the whole student body seemed more scared of Synth than usual but then again the sight of them bowing to her will caused an amused smile to play upon her lips. Thinking back actually, did I turn off me stereo? After pondering that thought for a few seconds Blair just shrugged it off and continued to follow the blonde fury that was in front of her. Blair didn't know the details but she did know who the thundering brute was and was silently praying for Chris because Blair knew he was going to hear it and probably write it also. I mean it's better than the actual birthing simulator Synth threatened to invest in just to teach Chris a lesson. Just the thought of such a simulator made Blair cringe and shiver all the way to the bone because one of her hidden fears is to give birth.

Blair had just entered Sam's room when she heard Synth giving Chris the beginning of what she assumed was the talk but instead she watched as the blonde placed a manual in his hands. A sigh of small relief left her lips when she saw Chris wasn't going to get it. Blair was not too far behind her to catch Synth if she did fall but after the failed attempt to cover her moment of unbalance up Blair rose an eyebrow and looked over at Chris with a what was that? sort of look. Blair would have been lying if she didn't say that her jaw dropped when Synth downed back alcohol, a whole cup of it too then two more. Quickly, Blair walked up to Chris before he was able to pull Synth away for a talk. She got onto her tippy toes just to whisper to him that Synth came over to her room and looked way more tired than usual and that they should keep a close eye on her tonight.

Once she finished Blair gave them some privacy by taking a few steps away from them and letting her eyes wander the room, scoping out anyone she knew but all she could see was the lady killers talking it up over on one side of the room along with Sam and his other friends on the other side. Blair felt a little out of place without her best friends here and even weirder since Synth was acting odd and that had red lights going up in her head. This was a party though, Blair could watch out for Synth and have fun at the same time right? Plus, Chris was there to help right? Yeah, this should be okay she thought.

Looking down at herself Blair noticed that she was in her pj's and never changed out of them. I guess they were just too comfy. Her pj shorts left her knees and half of her smooth, pale thighs exposed while her sweater was a bit oversize, just how she liked it with the sleeves reaching halfway up her hands, covering her palms but leaving her fingers exposed. From the small pocket of her sorts Blair pulled out her vanilla chap-stick and applied some and when she looked up her heart all but almost jumped out of her chest. Spencer Knight had appeared in front of her with two red plastic cups and a charming smile that could pull anyone in. The words that came from her mouth flowed like silk and Blair couldn't help but to take the cup of the dark liquid. As she pressed the rim against her lips the smell hit her before the taste did and Blair knew instantly what the substance was just by the faint chocolaty smell, Guinness. The drink was something Blair grew up smelling all around because back in Scotland all the men drunk this stuff and the first time she did she learned why. It was definitely an acquired taste especially since Blair literately couldn't stomach most beers but this was an exception, not by just her but her stomach too.

"That little runt didn't tell me you were hot." Blair could feel her cheeks warming up but she couldn't cave in so easily around Spencer. It wasn't like her to just melt after a couple of words spoken to her by a girl she kinda had a crush on. Instead, Blair let a charming smile slip across her lips as she took a confident swing from her cup. "I'm Spencer... You're knight in shinning sarcasm and booze." even her laugh was charming. Licking some of the booze off her lips Blair opened her mouth to speak. "Flattered," she gave out a small giggle. " Blair, your damsel that was actually in need of this booze and is very thankful for it." she responded smiling.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr

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H E X C O D E
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Good, that's all she had to say!? Why did that bother him so much? It definitely wasn't the worst thing she's said to him. But the fact that she seemed so unaffected by what he said rubbed him the wrong way. In his eyes Synth was one of his friends even though friend is a term to be used loosely. But it just made him realize that although he had all these friends that he never really felt wanted or important. Synthia used him as her personal punching bag and if he ever tried to go to her for anything other than witty banter, she'd probably just brush him off and make a some rude comment. As for Spencer and Nathaniel... Well they were just the other sides of the slutty, sarcastic triangle. As much they are close to him, Land would never feel comfortable just walking up to them to talk about his problems. He had a very difficult time talking about what he truly felt... Underneath it all. He actually despised being called a school slut. Sure he flirted but he actually didn't get around as much as everyone thought, only 3. But people still felt the need to brand him this just because of his relations with Spencer.

It was crazy how one simple word slowly evolved all these insecurities he hand. Land's mind kept rolling over all these thoughts. They only grew increasingly unbearable as he waited outside Blair's door, moving his hands to rest on either side of the door. He stood there glancing down at his feet, running a hand back through his hair. He slowly looked up when he heard the door knob jiggle. Although his head was down casted, his gaze looked up from beneath his thick lashes to look towards the red head. He could tell by her expression once her eyes set upon him that he was probably the last person she wanted to see. He didn't blame her at all. She didn't speak though, but she didn't need to. He wouldn't have put it past her to hit him, and unlike Synth, he would have let her and not dodged or blocked.

Landon wasn't expecting what happened next. Once her gaze met his, she just broke down into tears. Seeing her cry hit him right in the heart... He felt horrible. He lifted his left hand to wipe away a tear from her cheek with his thumb. As he did so, he took a step towards her, using his other hand to slowly close her dorm door. When he heard the soft click of the latch, he raised his other hand to gently pull her towards him, resting her head against his chest. He stood there silent for a long while, holding her against him, one hand on the back of her head and the other across her back. He slowly lowered his head to rest his chin upon her head, whispering, "I am so sorry Blair... No one hates me more than myself." The hand that rested on her back gently rubbed her shoulder, "I didn't mean to hurt you." He sighed softly before placing a soft kiss on the top her head. He was prepared to stand there and hold her until she pushed him away. He needed to make it right.




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Gisele saw the smile creep across Galen's face when she mentioned him being blind. Apparently she figured out some puzzle or mystery that went unnoticed to most people. But to her it was so obvious. "I'm sorry if I uncovered some deep dark secret," She chuckled softly, "But that's truly amazing... Your body evolving abilities to over compensate for what you lack." Her grin only grew as she nodded her head, "Fascinating." It was strange how it was so easy for her to open up to him even though she barely knew him.

"Well how kind of you." Gisele chuckled softly as he tried to stop her rambling. She brought a hand up to brush back her loose hair. She definitely wasn't the best when it came to talking to guys... At least, not anymore. She generally stayed away from them so this was almost like she never really talked to them. She noticed him ducking his head away slightly when she mentioned Phantom of the Opera, catching a slight glimpse of his smile. She must have said something right, but seeing his smile only made her do the same. โ€I play the piano a little from listening to the middle C note first. And, Gaston Leroux is a beautiful genius.โ€ Her brows raised when he said he also played a little. "I could teach you some tricks. I don't read sheet music, I play by hearing the notes then playing them back."

โ€Thatโ€™s all right, really. Itโ€™s good to see Reed found Aislinn Mae so I wouldnโ€™t have to hear about him hoping to see her again someday, every day.โ€ Galen said when she apologized for the short snow battle. She couldn't help but laugh, "Trust me... I know the feeling." Gisele couldn't help but try to fight back laughter as he stuttered a response to her question about going to the party.

As they made their way back inside, Galen continued their conversation, โ€Soโ€ฆ Gymnastics?โ€ "Oh yeah..." She smiled as she began to remove her gloves, and hat. "I started about 3 years ago when I was in... uh..." She fought with continuing the sentence not knowing if she should be honest or not. "It was my outlet through a... Worse point in my life." If he were to ask about her past she wouldn't lie, but she wasn't the type to openly spill the beans about her past.

The party hadn't really been what she was expecting but then again what would you expect. She sat on a sofa, just taking in the atmosphere but tried to focus her mind on Galen's so she wouldn't become too overwhelmed with all the drunken thoughts. Gisele hadn't really noticed how much time has passed as they sat around at the party until Galen got up to go peel a drunk Reed away from Aislinn, who had just finished talking to Landon. She couldn't help but sigh slightly as Galen and Reed left the party. Finding no reason to stay any longer, she stood up and walked over to her roommate. "Hey Ash... Wanna go?" She said as she glanced around uncomfortably at the party. She didn't like being in situations like this and was more than ready to head back to their dorm room.

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr

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"No, Land, wait - shit." Ash swore - something she never did, as Landon walked away. Her head was a whirlwind of memories, and gaps, holes, where there should have been substance. She couldn't remember how she got to the chair she was sat in, or even what she'd said, but from the look on his face, and the word, what was it?

Blackmail.

Her hands found her forehead and massaged it, trying to figure out. Had someone given her something? No, it was impossible. She hadn't eaten or drank anything since dinner - and she was getting rather hungry and thirsty. Could it have been the air itself? The miasma of alcohol, drugs, and everything else in between - and it seemed to be getting into every pore, every orifice, and choking her silently. The exhaustion was creeping up on her - releasing all the pent up anger of her past, something she normally kept bottling up. She hoped Landon would understand her outburst. She definitely wasn't herself; it had been a rollercoaster of emotion, and the cocktail of pharmaceuticals were pulsing within her like they pulsed in the air. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the feeling - she didn't feel any different, or confident, or like doing something stupid, so she just sat there. Instead, she had a killer headache, and she winced against the light.

Migraines hadn't been present in Aislinn's life for many years - they'd appeared only twice before in her life - after her time in the ICU, and when Ash's mother had died. She'd been expecting them to come back for a while now - especially after what Robb did - but now was not ideal. She sighed, rubbing her head, when she heard a familiar voice.

She flinched as she realized it was Reed. His words were mixing together, becoming one. She narrowed her eyes at him, confused. He leaned towards her, getting so close she could smell the alcohol on his tongue, the drugs that tainted his breath. She leaned away and coughed, trying not to come off as rude to anyone else. Just then, Galen appeared, apologizing quickly, before guiding his brother away. Reed very uncharacteristically waved to her in a rather childish fashion, and Ash just narrowed her brow further. Maybe she should go and see him.

Maybe she should just let those dark thoughts in the back of her mind consume her, and let the pessimism and hate taint her bones.

Just then, Gisele appeared. Ash stood up and hugged her. "Thank god. I've fucked up. We should get out of here - there's something in the air, it's got in me or something, I think, I can't remember anything." Gisele would know something was wrong - Ash never swore. She was clearly distressed and now, as the crowd pressed closer, Ash could feel the hyperventilation begin to kick in, and knew she had to get out of there. The memories that were fresh in her head were beginning to fade now, and Ash could feel the sleep trying to kick in. "Let's go. I'm done. I need to purge my system." She paused for a heartbeat. "And also we need to check that Blair is okay.
" She'd noticed that Landon had left the room, and she hoped that he'd gone to apologize. She texted the redhead quickly.

To: My Lil Red
Hey - wanted to check you were okay. I talked to Landon - can't remember what I said, but it was stupid. It was stupid of me to try and help, but if you're in need of a shoulder, I have a spare box of tissues and a fluffy rabbit that needs cuddles. ;-)


She sent it, before standing up. "Let's get out of here."

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Evonne Dawnson Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Reed Adams Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion Character Portrait: Darren Veda Character Portrait: Toni Ruth

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Darren Veda

Hexcode: #808080 || Location: Sam's Dorm



Once Darren had his eyes on the lights that were momentarily flickering,his peripheral vision took over,so quickly that he happened not to miss anything.He didn't miss the proud electrokinetic forced into a kiss with whom they called the Robobitch.He didn't miss that Spencer girl planting one and being run out on.He didn't miss the words "Glad I tapped that when I had the chance," that seemed to boom along with the laughter coming from whoever said it, "And that cherry was delicious!"
In fact,he didn't miss the android getting pinned to the wall,he didn't miss another girl running out,and he sure as hell didn't miss the gossip that buzzed right after the series of events.
Neither did he miss the hand held up to him and the words being addressed to him:

"And wondering if you'd at least be kind enough to narrow down what I should be watching."

He nodded at the hand and took it, "Darren."
He briefly shook it as he said, "First," he gestured toward some guy-Reed,was it?Oh shit,he has a twin,he forgot-throwing his arm around a girl yelling, "HI.SoOoOOo..Someone gave me a little something and I doNnOWutitiz but yu look rly,reaellly pretty.." before getting yanked away by the twin.He glanced at him one last second and read:

Adams,Reed Lewis
Age 18
Ability: Gravity Manipulation
Status: Intoxicated
--Contents:Alcohol 45%,C11/H15/NO2(codename Molly)


He raised his eyebrows and nodded to himself slightly before he spoke, "Drugs."

"Number two,"
he continued,nodding towards the girl stumbling her way over to the drink table,only barely having her own share of alcohol when the nearly sexually harassed blondie and her friend came over to speak to her about something,something about this girl named Blair.Who was she agai-oh right,her.

All of a sudden,the main lights of the room flickered off.The strobe,neon and other party lights and music remained functional.
He then chuckled to himself before saying, "Aaand three."

Amidst the startled gasps and yelps,he saw another girl trudging her way into the room,her face cringing in pain and relaxing and back again.That was a pitiful sight.He read her real quick before deciding to approach her.

Ruth,Toni
Age 19
Ability:Empathic-Meteorokinesis
Status--

Wait,what?

Ruth,Toni

"..Toni?"

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Aislinn Buckeldee Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Katherine Hayes Character Portrait: Blair Mรณr

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Landon stood there unwavering as Blair clung to his shirt, tears cascading from her as he held her close to his massive frame. His entire body seeming to hug and comfort her. He didn't expect her to talk or explain anything, he didn't need her too. "I'm not m-mad at you... not anymore anyway." Land couldn't help but chuckle half heartedly at her comment. His hand gently stroking her hair as he spoke quietly, "Well that's good... I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you." This was true for Blair and any other of his friends. He may come off as arrogant or cocky but it was mostly a facade, he would never intentional hurt anyone he cared about. "She never told me she liked him... Why couldn't I have just never looked? Better yet, I should have stayed in my room." Landon slowly shifted his hands to her shoulders, gently pulling her away from his chest so he was able to gaze down into her eyes. "Hey now..." He raised one of his hands to brush a red lock back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Synth... Well she's a complicated person. She doesn't like Chris. Well not like that anyways. She did it because..." Land thought for a moment, before sighing with the realization his vacuum comment had a lot to do with it. He moved his hand up to rub him forehead. "Because I don't know how to keep my big mouth shut and I always say the wrong thing."

"It hurts." Blair said quietly as she revealed her hand, beaten and bruised. Landon shook his head slightly, "What did you do to yourself B?" He said as he gingerly took her hand in his, glancing it over as his thumbs lightly ran across the swollen areas. He sighed softly as he glanced at her through his dark lashes with furrowed brows. "Alright, come on." Land said as he lead her back to her bed, motioning for her to sit down. He pulled his leather jacket off, setting it across her bed before making his way to the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing the advil, a first aid kit, a wash cloth and some tissues. Returning back to her, he handed her the box of tissues and setting the rest of the items besides the cloth on the bed. "I'll be right back." With the wash cloth in hand, Landon headed out of her room, pushing his way through the crowd to make his way to the exit of the dormitory. Once outside, he quickly scooped a bunch of snow into the cloth, and twisted the ends to keep any from falling out.

When Land entered back into the dorm building he was slightly aggravated at the fact people still crowded the hallways at such a late hour. With no patience to push throw them again, he simply raised his free hand and snapped his fingers. Instantly all the light had been sucked out of the corridor, making even either freeze in place or fumble around for their phones to light the way back to their rooms. It gave him enough time to weave through them, seeing them perfectly in the darkness almost as if he were wearing night vision goggles. When he got to Blair's room, he let the light return to the hall before he closed the door. Land made his way over to her, kneeling on the ground before her. He gently took her wounded hand in his and held the snow filled cloth to it. "I don't think it's broken, I'd know." He chuckled, "You probably just bruised the bone and jammed a couple knuckles." He then removed the snow temporarily as he fished through the first aid kit for an ace wrap. Once he found it, he began to wrap her hand thoroughly so she wouldn't use it too much.

It took a few minutes for Landon to properly wrap her hand. When he was finished, he opened the Advil bottle, dropping 2 pills into his palm. He set them on the night stand, then stood up and took everything he used back into the bathroom. After he got everything put back in it's normal location, he filled a glass full of water and returned to Blair, holding it out to her. "You're going to want to take those," He nodded his head towards the Advil, "It'll help with the inflammation." Land exhaled softly as he slowly took a seat next to her on her bed. He sat there quiet for a long moment, trying to think of something to talk about to cheer her up. "... I beat up a hunter today with my car door... And you missed my Risky Business New Year's dance." He smiled towards her, while playfully nudging her shoulder with his.




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S O N G
Heaven Hammer



Gisele was taken by surprise when Aislinn stood up and hugged her. Her brows furrowed slightly as she wrapped her arms around Ash in return. "Hey... he was just drunk or something." Gisele was talking about Reed, assuming that's what had her friend upset. That was until Ash spoke, "Thank god. I've fucked up. We should get out of here - there's something in the air, it's got in me or something, I think, I can't remember anything." Her eyes widened in shock hearing her friend curse. She could definitely tell something was wrong, but she had no idea what. Maybe it was Reed? Although, she did see Ash talking to Landon earlier and that was a whole other mess of drama with him and half of the other people at the party. Usually Gisele would know right away but the noise levels from people's thoughts and regular voices had her in kind of a daze. She didn't worry about it though, she knew the second they reached their quiet dorm she'd find out what was wrong.

[b]"Let's go. I'm done. I need to purge my system. And also we need to check that Blair is okay."
Gisele nodded her head, "I can't listen very well in all this... commotion, but I'm pretty sure I heard Landon. Something about going to apologize to Blair." She glanced down to see Ash begin to type away on her phone. Gisele placed her hand on her friends shoulder so she could better hear her thoughts, and know what she was texting. "If she texts you back, we'll go check on her." "Let's get out of here."

Gisele started to head towards the door, arm in arm with Ash slightly afraid she'd lose her in the wave of people. She glanced over her shoulder just as they were about to leave, seeing Kat over by the drinks with a red cup in hand. "Hey. Wait just one sec." Gisele quickly weaved through people, occasionally getting bumped into or elbowed on her way over to Kat. "Hey... Ash and I are headed back to our room to get some Zs. If you hear from Blair can you let us know?" Once she got her response, she gave Kat a quick hug before shoving her way back through the party again. When she reached Ash, she swiftly locked her arm in her's, leaning in to whisper in her friend's ear, "I think I got an STD from being touched by some of those people." She chuckled playfully at Ash before leading them out of the party and back to their dorm.