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OOC Thread

 

Story

 

"Help... someone!" Static fills the air, interfering with the words, covering what is being said. Finally, the sound clears but what is heard next sends chills down your spine, raising the hair on the back of your neck and keeping you frozen in place. It's an inhuman cry, something out of a horror film, and it rumbles through the recording, a bloody scream following it shortly.

 

Something crashes in the background and a loud pop of electricity is heard. As the recording falls silent, you set the tape down slowly, hand shaking as your breath comes out in short rasps. Just before you set it back on the table, a loud screech comes from it and a low, malicious cackle follows. As you turn on your heel and run, the tape falls from your hands and hits the table with a sharp but muted thud, a voice following you out of the dark room. Run. Run away. You can't hide from me. I am Death, and Death is king...

 

The same cackle from before echoes in your ears as you flee down the stairs, your footfalls loud in the narrow stairwell. Tripping on a broken step at the bottom, you hiss in pain as you cut your arm on the splintered wood. You don't bother to assess the wound as you scramble to get up and leave the abandoned building. The crooked shutters upstairs slam shut and reopen as if an angry wind blows through them, shouting in their silence as you disappear around the street corner.

 

History

 

Halfway between Traverse City and Bay City in Michigan is South Higgins Lake Town, with long roads and a small population. Houses are spread out in small neighborhoods and there's no real shopping center to speak of. Trees cover nearly every inch of land, lining the roads and surrounding the buildings. Sharps Corner Iga is home to the best bakery in the small town which is located, literally, in the northeast corner of the town.

 

For the most part, the people are friendly and make their own trades such as sewing clothes and harvesting crops. Certain farmers raise animals such as sheep, cows, and chicken. Kids are home schooled until they're old enough for high school. Higgins High is in the center of town, on Ridgedale Dr., just off of Caduca Dr.

 

However, the town isn't exactly as peaceful as it might seem. A rumor was started, centering around the abandoned house at the eastern end of Sheffield Dr. Supposedly, a group of teenage friends had dared one boy to enter the old house and wave out one of the second story windows. Thinking nothing of it, the boy had gone inside to do as he was dared.

 

When he reached the window and began to wave, his friends thought he was fooling around when he suddenly disappeared from sight. Their laughter died when minutes started to pass and their friend didn't come out, sharing confused glances. The downstairs windows shattered and they heard screams. Frightened when another sound accompanied the screams, the group ran and left the boy behind.

 

It's just a rumor though. Nothing to be worried about. Right? Or is there something dark hiding in South Higgins?

 

Setting/Plot

 

The year is 2103 and the first sign of a cold winter is the snow that's falling in the end of November. People are starting to disappear in this small town, each one last seen by a friend or relative before heading out. Something's disturbing the peace in South Higgins and it's made the residents fearful, yet no one can help themselves and, eventually, they wander off alone. When they do, they never return. The sheriff doesn't even know how to solve what's been happening. Parents fear for their kids and curfew has been set for everyone, banning anyone from being outside once the sun has set.

 

Unseen by human eyes, creatures rise and hunt, taking helpless victims to an unknown fate. Supposedly, there's no way to end the reign of terror. However, buried deep within the abandoned house is the source of this darkness, the very thing that can stop it. The only problem is getting it. However, you're running out of time...

 

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You were dared to enter the house by friends. Dared to wave out the window and spend five minutes in the same room afterwards. Instead, you found the tape and learned something about the rumors. You learned they were true. When you ran and cut your arm, you ignored the wound. Maybe you shouldn't have.

 

Didn't someone ever tell you that there was something in the air? Well, there is in the old house. It's not noticeable at first but, after a couple of weeks, you start to feel as if you're coming down sick, having hot flashes and cold spells. Under the bandage wrapped around your arm, the wound becomes a scar and black markings etch themselves along your skin around it.

 

As quick as your 'illness' had come, you feel a hundred times better. You even notice something that, at first, startles you. You see the mark on your arm, a symbol of sorts, and learn you possess some sort of power. Small at first, you keep it hidden and practice with it for weeks until you're sure you've got it down. However, you never tell anyone about it, certain that they would think you some kind of freak or weirdo.

 

On an uneventful night, out of boredom, you sneak outside after sunset. That's when you learn of the creatures hunting outside during the dark hours. A lone creature spots you. Panicking when it charges you, you immediately draw back on instinct and start to flee. However, your ability, freed from your control, is activated. You learn that you can fight off these things, using your ability to your advantage and injuring the creature enough to destroy it. Unfortunately, whenever one falls, three more arise in its place.

 

At some point, you finally manage to get a good look at some of them, realizing that they're different types. Like a herd of different animals gathered in one area. Some look like dogs blended with horses or birds with cats. Others look like lizards that walk on two legs, crossed with different kinds of insects. Some are able to fly while others are earthbound. Most hiss while a few growl or grumble.

 

Knowing that you're probably the only one with the ability to fight off these things, these... Nightmares, you clench your fists and decide: fight or surrender?

 

Rules

 

-> Follow DragCave forum rules. Pretty obvious.

-> I encourage romance and violence but, boundaries people. This is a family site after all. Also, relationships must build over time. Do not jump right into something without any notice. It's not exactly respectful.

-> Mild swearing. It's fine to use the little curses like damn or hell but nothing larger without censoring and don't make it every other word you use.

-> This is a Semi-Lit+ RP. I'd like at least a full paragraph for every post. A full paragraph is at least 5 complete sentences with proper spelling and grammar. I do understand writer's block but, please, don't use it as an excuse all the time.

-> I am subject to add information as the RP goes on and so I will keep a post for updates. Pay attention!

-> Nightmares are NPC characters and controlled by anyone. They can look like any creature of earth, a monster that resembles two fused animals and has the appropriate traits of both. Be careful with the extremes though please.

-> You're allowed as many characters as you can handle.

-> Post character forms in the OOC thread.

-> If you should break any rules, I'll give you one fair warning before kicking you out of the RP. Please don't make me.

-> Marks must be on the character's forearm (left or right, top or underside, straight or curled, etc) between their wrist and their elbow.

-> There is a map to South Higgins bellow.

-> Put 'Running out of time...' in Other: so I know you've read everything.

 

Character Form

Please keep bold tags in your forms.

 

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] (First and Last)
[b]Age/Grade:[/b] (14-19 years/Freshman-Senior)
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Can be a picture or a very detailed description.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (At least 2-3 sentences so that I may have an idea.)
[b]History:[/b] (At least 2-3 sentences so I might have an idea.)
[b]Ability:[/b] (Only one ability per person. Each ability has a weakness be it simple or extreme. Also, each ability is unique so, if someone already has it, you can't use it. Be careful not to go 'superman' with your ability choice. Almost any ability is fine but nothing extreme like laser vision or multiple mental powers for one person.)
[b]Other:[/b]

 

Map

 

Search Caduca Drive, Roscommon, MI.

It should be the very corner of Caduca Dr and Ridgedale Dr that's marked (on google maps).

The boundaries are:

-> N- W Higgins Lake Dr/ Co Road 104/ Marl Lake Rd

-> E- Co Road 100/N Markey Rd

-> S- School Rd

-> W- N Flint Rd

-> The lot of cleared land in the East just off Co Road 100/N Markey Rd

South Higgins (You'll need to zoom out once in order to see the whole town.)

Edited by Narvix

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Class Schedule

Homeroom (Optional) 7:30-7:55 AM Mr. Favell or Mrs. Danvar

1* 8:00-9:00 AM

Freshmen (14-15) have math with Mr. Johanson or Mr. Savage

Sophomores (15-16) have science with Mrs. Machela or Mrs. Danvar

Juniors (16-17) have English with Mr. Favell or Mrs. Giunta

Seniors (17-18) have P.E. with Mrs. Wheller or Mr. Tesion

2* 9:05-10:05 AM

Freshmen have English

Sophomores have world history with Ms. Javier

Juniors have science

Seniors have math

3* 10:10-11:10 AM

Electives (art [all media except digital] with Mr. Valdez, creative writing with Mrs. Giunta, band with Mrs. Pincolini, second language [spanish-Mrs. Andrini or French-Ms. Ostoich])

4* 11:15-12:15 AM

Freshmen have social studies

Sophomores have math

Juniors have P.E.

Seniors have English

Lunch 12:20-12:50 PM

5* 12:55-1:55 PM

Freshmen have P.E.

Sophomores have English

Juniors have U.S. history

Seniors have science

6* 2:00-3:00 PM

Freshman have science

Sophomores have P.E.

Juniors have math

Seniors have U.S. government

 

Grade ages may vary slightly due to time of enrollment or date of birth.

 

Red names are inactive characters.

Freshmen

-> Andrew Alexander (M)

-> Denise Mac tíre (F)

-> Lucas Mac tíre (M)

 

Sophomores

-> Katarina ‘Katja’ Gorbachova (F)

-> Leona Raldan (F)

->

 

Juniors

-> Jason Arivaly (M)

-> Cora Avery (F)

-> Rose Cherilynn Goodyere (F)

-> Sabine Mac tíre (F)

-> Sebastian Mac tíre (M)

 

Seniors

-> Raven Cole (M)

-> Konata Egami (F)

-> Christopher Hiel (M)

-> Marcos Iles (M)

-> Samantha Richardson (F)

-> Aura Tractatio (F)

-> Dax Triton (M)

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List of Nightmares

Will expand through the course of the RP.

 

Source: There has been nothing about the Source that has been learned as of yet. No one knows who, or what, he/she/it is or what the Source even looks like. Though, with common sense, it's believed that the Source is the most intelligent of the Nightmares and also wields the most power.

 

Second in Command: Much like the Source, nothing is know about any possible 'second in command' it may have. It's suggested to believe that this/these Nightmare(s) are equally strong and intelligent as the Source but not as capable of being the Source it/them self.

 

Generals: Though not certain, it's likely that there are a fewer number of these ranked Nightmares than there are of their subordinates. As none have been seen as of yet, it is most likely that they remain in the sidelines, biding their time and supervising over the battles that ensue.

 

Commanders: No doubt fewer in number than the Leads but more common than the Generals, the Commanders are bound to be stronger than their subordinates. As for intelligence, like much of the Nightmares and what their traits are, nothing is known at this moment.

 

Leads: The minions' direct superiors, a lead has only been seen once by an unlucky victim. While they're not the lowest Nightmare, they aren't much better in terms of intelligence or strength.

 

Boar-Horse: This creature ranges in size from a large pony - large horse. They have sleek dark coats with coarse hair giving them a bit more protection than their normal coat. They have small eyes that aren't very good for seeing, but their ears and large noses make up for that. They have two tails that are more like a boars, naked with a tuft on the end, but they are long. Their hooves are forked instead of being one solid hoof so they are better for stabbing. They have large teeth, with the front ones being sharp and fang like, protruding from their mouths. They have all the speed of a horse and even more strength because of their boar mix. Weaknesses: They have no armor so hitting anywhere vital would result in death. However going for their chest or underbelly is your best bet.

 

Sea Turtle-Spider: About the size of a full grown German Shepherd, this spider has the added advantage of having a sea-turtle shell for protection. Just visible from the opening of the shell are the creatures many big eyes, which gives it an excellent almost 360* view. Their large venomous pincers prod out from the turtle shell as well, and are an excellent weapon. Their eight legs make it capable of quickly moving in or out of an attack. Weakness: When flipped on to his back, this creature is no longer capable of moving. Also, anything not covered by the turtle shell is easily injured.

 

Minions: Minions are the Nightmares that most frequently surface. Little has been learned of these creatures but it is known that they are practically pawns in the chess game. Just about completely mindless, these creatures are riddled with the most weaknesses or weak points that can easily be injured. They're seen in groups no smaller than five but no larger than ten. Often times, two or three groups can be seen within the same block of each other.

 

Bat-Sea Turtle: Large, leathery wings extend from its back, starting just beneath the edges of its hard shell. With snapping jaws and sharp ridges in its mouth, this Nightmare is roughly the size of a small VW Bug. Its front legs end in claws while its hind legs are the sea turtle's flippers. Weaknesses: A good hit within the mouth or on the face and at the shoulders where the skin is exposed beneath the shell will suffice in bringing a quick victory.

 

Armadillo-Spider: Dominantly armadillo for the main body, these creatures have many spider-like legs with three sharp claws that resemble swords. They have large fangs protruding from their mouths and spikes rising from a thick layer of armor on their back. They are roughly the size of a fully grown man when they stand on their hind legs. Weaknesses: If you can get past its armor or hit it on its underside, a well placed hit can be an instant kill.

 

Scorpion-Rat: And intimidating scorpion tail takes place of a rat's tail but the creature retains the claws. Thick fur coats the body and the creature is about the size of a Great Dane. Weaknesses: Find a way to chop off its tail and you've already won the battle.

 

Feline-Lizard: Its body is formed much like a large cat, perhaps a panther or a leopard. Its tail splits into two about a foot from the tip, barbed with arrowhead-like blades. The legs end in heavy paws about the size of a lion's and hide dangerous claws. In the way of structure, its form is rather sleek and muscular, betraying its low defense and agile abilities. Weaknesses: As there's no armor other than its fur, striking the vitals is the fastest way to get rid of it.

 

Canine-Lizard: A dog-like face is attached to the body of a massive lizard, larger than a fully grown man. It has pink eyes it sees from and barks rather than hisses. The front legs resemble a canine's - a bit stubbly but capable of moving itself effectively - while its hind legs remain as a lizard's. Weaknesses: It's gauchely but can be a bit fast. Try to hit its vitals but, preferably, get it between the eyes.

 

Bird-Snake: Snake-like in body with feathery wings coming from its back, most may consider it to be as close to a dragon as this age will get. Its fangs are sharp and can inject venom into its victims that leave them disoriented and paralyzed, if given enough dosage. Weaknesses: You can keep it from leaving the ground by damaging at least one of its wings as they are highly unguarded and easy to wound. Otherwise, kill it by attacking the vitals or, simply, cutting off the snake's head.

 

Turtle-Bird: Similar to its cousin, it also has bat-like wings but the shell protects its stomach rather than its back. This Nightmare is one of the smaller ones, sized much like a medium-sized bird. Weaknesses: When it exposes its neck, the skin (while still a bit thick) isn't as tough as the rest of its body.

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Non-Player Characters (NPCs)

 

Teachers:

Descriptions will be added with development through the RP.

 

Ms. Aklo - Principal

___-> Description:

Mrs. Andrini - Spanish

___-> Description:

Mrs. Danvar - Homeroom; Science

___-> Description: An aged woman with typically a grumpy disposition.

Mr. Favell - Homeroom; English

___-> Description:

Mrs. Giunta - English; Creative Writing

___-> Description:

Ms. Javier - Social Studies to U.S Government

___-> Description:

Mr. Johanson - Math

___-> Description:

Mrs. Machela - Science

___-> Description:

Ms. Ostoich - French

___-> Description:

Mrs. Pincolini - Band

___-> Description:

Mr. Savage - Math

___-> Description:

Mr. Tesion - PE

___-> Description: He has a head that is close shaven, but one can tell that he used to be blonde. The poor man's skin is red and looks like he has a permanent sunburn. His hazel eyes are small and a bit beady-looking. Anyone can see that he is muscular under his baggy jacket and matching pants that are both dark blue. Lastly, his sneakers look worn, but they probably used to be white.

When usually addressing his classes, he paces as he speaks. Despite this, he is seen as a decent teacher in the views of most students.

Mr. Valdez - Art

___-> Description:

Mrs. Wheller - PE

___-> Description:

 

Residents:

Descriptions will be added with development through the RP.

 

Mr. Whicket - Farmer

___-> Description: Older man, about in his 50s or 60s, with graying hair and roughened skin. Despite his age, time has been gentle to him and the only wrinkles he possess are crow's feet and faint ones from plenty of smiles. In way of height, he is no more than 5'9" and his muscular build is modest for the amount of years of farm work that he's done.

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Accepted Characters

Inactive Characters

 

Username: Narvix

Name: Jason Arivaly

Age/Grade: 19 years/Senior *Junior credits*

Gender: Male

Appearance: Jason's not hard to find in a crowd, mostly because he stands at a good six feet. His hair's a dark chocolate brown with faint highlights of a lighter brown intermixed and eyes to match. On occasion, he wears a pair of thinly rimmed glasses with plain silver frames; mostly for reading at a distance. Despite his height, he's not very strong, a bit more lanky than muscled. As it is, he's better at running than at lifting weights. His skin is lightly tanned from the amount of track he partakes in and from spending a lot of his time outdoors.

Though not considered hot by standards of many girls, he's not considered unattractive. His cheekbones are moderately mid-high and his nose has a faint, downward curve; hidden by his glasses when he wears them. Jason's eyebrows aren't bushy but they aren't thin either, arching easily over his eyes and dark brown in color. He prefers to wear loose t-shirts that are mostly just solid colors without any designs on them and faded blue jeans. The shoes he wears are normally worn sneakers of in-store brands.

Personality: Jason's attention only lasts for as long as something interests him and not much keeps his interest these days. Blame his ADHD which developed when he was about seven years old. His medication never works so he tends to ignore them or completely forget to take them. He's normally laughing and joking around, playing pranks on friends and strangers alike. Now and then, his pranks get him into trouble but he doesn't pay much attention to them as he's hardly ever serious. Mostly, the only time one could see him calm is when he's reading a book, laid out on the couch or relaxing on a park bench.

He's a good kid but can get nosey sometimes and doesn't know when to quit a lot of the time. Which is how he gets into a few fights now and then. And loses every time. Jason's not a fighter nor is he good with defending anyone, let alone himself. Being admitted to the hospital a couple times doesn't dampen his joking mood however, and he still smiles a lot despite himself.

History: Think of a slightly other than normal boy and you've got Jason's life. Good parents, sound home, good sized group of friends and not hated by many people. His life's not perfect no matter which way you look at it though. His ADHD has taken its toll on his education and his parents sometimes argue over the cost of his medical bills. Since he was seven, he hasn't really looked at a future for himself, knowing that it wouldn't matter what he did, he wouldn't cut it for a job. No one wanted an employee who couldn't get their work done because they couldn't focus well enough.

Growing up wasn't hard for him other than in school. He made friends easily and people learned easily enough how his humor worked. Friends and family coped with his attention issue, recognizing signs of him beginning to no longer listen to what they were saying and adjusted to catch his interest again. However, some friends drifted away and eventually left him alone while a few others stayed and became the closest friends he had. Family members continued to be supportive save an uncle or aunt who just didn't understand and gave up on him. The few fights he'd been in weren't caused by him on purpose, just the stupidity of high schoolers who believed in showing what they could do to own the small town they lived in.

Ability: He's able to manipulate and create fire. However, creating fire takes more stamina so he mostly carries around a few lighters to manipulate.

Other: His mark looks like this about the size of the center of his palm. It's on the inside of his left forearm close to his wrist with the flame pointing toward his elbow.

 

Username: Narvix

Name: Marcos Iles

Age/Grade: 18 years/Senior

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall, dark, and mysterious is somewhat the right label for him though, he's not precisely tall, only about 5'7" in height. Marcos' skin is medium dark in complexion and his hair is a coal black, short in length and swept back. His shoulders are broad and his build might be noticed more as heavy rather than modestly muscled. Strength is no stranger for him. Boxing and partaking in football have left him with habits to stay in shape.

Marcos' eyes are a dark, soft brown, constantly seen behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Many wouldn't notice but those closest to him always see something hidden behind his gaze. Just what it is, no one's quite sure until he's ready to say. His facial structure isn't sharply defined with slightly hidden cheekbones and calmly arched eyebrows. As for clothing, he chooses to wear a long or short sleeved shirt, sometimes even a tank top, with little to no designs or wording. He either wears jeans or slacks and his shoes are always meant for running distances. Once in a while, he'll wear a hoodie or a sweater but will go with out one most of the time.

Personality: Marcos is protective. He's a guardian by heart and follows his own code of honor. He doesn't believe in fighting pointless battles or dealing with someone that wasn't worth his time. He has a high priority for respect and a person's boundaries as well as responsibilities. He won't stand for anyone disrespecting his family or friends. He's not always serious though despite his protective demeanor. He does love to joke around and have a good time with others but he won't take things too far.

History: Marcos lives with his mother, father, and five year old sister. The house he lives in isn't very large, enough space to accommodate for all four of them as well as a guest should they have any visitors. His life has been normal, facing everyday obstacles such as the loss of family members or moving into new cities. As it is, he recently moved a few years ago, starting at a new high school. All in all, really, not much has happened in his life.

Ability: Marcos can sense presences up to a certain range though, he doesn't know how far that is. Excess electricity, like in a thunderstorm, messes with his senses though and leaves him in a 'drunken' state with a massive headache.

Other: Marcos' symbol (same size as Jason's) resides in the exact middle of his right forearm, but toward the side of the arm.

 

Username: Narvix

Name: Dax Triton

Age/Grade: 18 years/Senior

Gender: Male

Appearance: Firstly, Dax isn't easy to spot, especially in a large crowd of people. He's not very tall, only 5'4", and he has no outstanding features except the burn scars on his right upper arm and chest that he got after being burned by liquid as an infant. His hair is a light golden brown and hardly ever combed through. His eyes are a brilliant, somewhat dark, blue and sometimes covered by stray strands of his hair. Dax's eyebrows are a bit thin and arch slightly above his eyes.

His build is average, balanced between muscle and body fat as needed. He's not the most active teenager so that would contribute to his lacking strength and stamina.

Personality: Dax can be very negative at times, preferring to think more about what won't work or just how terribly something went. He doesn't crack very many jokes but he's not humorless. It only takes some getting used to before he fully understands someone's sense of humor. He's too serious for his own good but he knows how to have fun, if he'd ever let himself have fun.

Dax isn't always negative though. He has his moments of catching people by surprise and doing spontaneous things such as pulling a joke out of nowhere from a setup situation or proposing outrages ideas. He'd rather stay out of fights and remain unnoticed more often than not though.

History: Happy-go-lucky just never truly happened for Dax save for in a few instances. Sure, life didn't suck for him as he grew. He wasn't depressed or suicidal and his parents were okay and good about raising children. His friends were made up of a small group of teens his age that loved to joke and have fun, hanging out and doing random things. Living in South Higgins all his life, he's grown somewhat bored of the small town, wanting nothing more than to get out into the large cities of the countries and find what's out there.

Ability: He can manipulate shadows and travel through them as if he were teleporting. The downside to this is, the more exposure he has to the shadows, the more he starts to become one of the Nightmares. Fortunately, the longer he neglects to use his ability, the less the effect has on him.

Other: Dax's mark is a little larger than average, fitting in his entire palm rather than just the center. It's on his right forearm and starts on the top, close to his elbow, then wraps almost completely around his arm as the tip points towards his wrist.

 

Username: Narvix

Name: Christopher Hiel

Age/Grade: 19 years/ Senior

Gender: Male

Appearance: Christopher's skin is darkened from the recent summer's load of work and his crimson hair still retains a faint bit of dust here or there. His eyes, hazel in color, tend to appear as if he's glaring but he normally doesn't. It's just how his expression seems when he thinks. Build wise, he has sort of an angular face and thin, sharp, eyebrows. At a little under 6', his frame is modestly muscled, honed by labor from working in a wood shop and providing firewood for each winter.

For attire, Chris prefers to wear basic t's or 'wife beater' tank tops. Sometimes, in hotter weather, he'll remain shirtless even. Faded blue jeans or shorts never fail to appear in his regular outfits during the course of the year. Once in awhile, he'll wear a plain belt with his jeans. In way of footwear, Chris switches between a pair of dark brown, worn, boots or a pair of old, black and white sneakers.

Personality: Christopher is a calculating sort. He doesn't usually wish to jump into anything without evaluating the situation before hand. He's not cold or distant but can sometimes be misunderstood or his actions misinterpreted. Chris is kind of on the average when it comes to being friendly and introverted. His humor is pretty much null and void while his sense of integrity seems steadfast.

History: What to say about Christopher? His father owns the wood shop in South Higgins and, on a regular basis, Chris has been helping with work since he was about 9 or 10. His mother passed away due to illness some few years prior and, from then, his father's raised him on his own. In way of siblings, Christopher has an older brother the young man moved to another state after finishing high school. The pair used to cause some trouble now and then when they were younger but they had stopped such behavior once Christopher entered his freshman year.

Some months back, since the disappearances began, Chris' father has vanished like the others. He hasn't told anyone, however, and any who asked after the lost man believe he's sick like his mother had been, leaving him stranded in bed. Outside of the lie, Chris lives like he had before his father's disappearance. He's tried, on a few accounts, to search for his father to no avail and has slowly given up hope of finding him.

Ability: Absorption: Chris is able to absorb a portion of someone else's abilities and use it himself. This does not nullify the other's ability to utilize their power nor does it weaken them. While he cannot use the full extent of the borrowed power, he is capable of using two powers but to a lesser extent. Whereas borrowing one ability lasts for a few hours, using two cuts that time pretty much in half. Further limitations reside in his strength, concentration, length of physical contact from which he can absorb the ability, and level of consciousness.

Other: The symbol in the picture (on his chest) is his marking but it rests on his left forearm closer to the inside of his elbow.

 

Username: Narvix

Name: Andrew Alexander

Age/Grade: 14 years/ Freshman

Gender: Male

Appearance: Andrew has kind of dark blonde hair and glasses with a bronze frame. His eyes are a light brown and his skin is more on the paler side. Andrew stands no more than 5'7" and has a weak build. He's frail but, at least he doesn't break easily. Clothing choice sticks to more of a scholarly appearance with long-sleeved, collared, shirts, a vest, and the occasional tie. He usually wears slacks and decent shoes. Being light on his feet, it's helped keep his footwear from getting too worn down over time.

Personality: Andrew's a quiet boy. He's shy and nervous in a handful of different situations. His awkwardness doesn't always help either. Andrew enjoys reading and writing, submersing himself into a world of fiction to become someone else entirely. Despite his shyness, he wishes to do what he can to help others and make better of any negative goings-on. Andrew does his best not to judge anyone without properly knowing them beforehand. He likes to think good of everyone but, sometimes, he can't help but criticize some of the more self-centered.

History: Andrew's family moved to South Higgins only a couple years back when his sister's mental health began to turn. His parents wanted to provide a pretty neutral and more natural environment for her to grow up in, hoping that her episodes would decrease and, eventually, cease. She had been diagnosed with some kind of illusory disorder or something. Andrew forgot what it was over time and grew to think that she didn't have a disorder. He grew, wanting to believe that she was normal and acts as if she didn't have her mental illness.

Ability: Literature: Andrew's ability works slightly different than most others. His ability acts sort of like creating illusions but from a book in his possession. How this works is, with any book in his grasp, he can pull a description from a single page (so long as that description provides enough details) and create a live replica. For most things, sizes remain the same. When it comes to larger objects, like a plane or a house, their replica's size is reduced by a certain percentage. He has no need to read the words aloud, simply let his mind form the appropriate image and... vu-a-la, it's replicated. Now, the better the description, the better the replica is and closer to looking like the written object. His limitations lie on only being able to replicate inanimate objects and his stamina. The larger the object, the more it saps at his energy. There is also a cap on how many items he can replicate. If they are small, he can create a max of six items. Any larger, and the cap drops accordingly.

Other: His mark rests on the inside of his right wrist, stretching out to mid-forearm.

 

Username: Shadowwolf6

Name: Rose Cherilynn Goodyere

Age/Grade: 16/Junior

Gender: Female

Appearance: Rose is basicly like this but with dark, brown eyes. Most of the time she preffers to wear black. Her mark is like this.

Personality: Rose is rather quiet, preffering to stay alone rather then being surrounded by a group of people. She's curious by nature and will normally investigate anything that interests her, even if it might mean putting herself in danger. She's dreamy and will often need to be called more then once if someone wants her attention.

History: Was born in England, until she moved to America (when she was around 7) with her mother after her parents split up. She remembers bits about England, but not everything.

Ability: Stealth. Her footsteps are muffled by this ability, so she can creep almost silently around. She can blend into the background well, meaning she's good at listening to other people's conversations and that. Her weekness is she can't let her mind wonder, otherwise she'll become distracted, making her footsteps louder, causing her to get found.

Other: I'm not american and dont have much of an idea of what it's like in school and such, if you notice I'm doing something wrong, just nudge me. BTW, PASSWORD CORRECT

 

Username: Shadowwolf6

Name: Leona Raldan

Age/Grade: 16/Sophomores

Gender: Female

Appearance: Light, golden-brown hair somewhere around waist-lenght, normaly worn in one plait. Bright green eyes always on the lookout. Fairly normal body shape, pale skin. She has a thin face and generally doesn't stand out.

Personality: Leona is incredibly curious and eager to learn. She's quite optimistic and always tries to make situations more bearable by making them seem less intimidating. She has a kind heart and will do all she can to help other people and animals. She loves dogs and can understand them well. She hates to see something/someone in pain.

History: The clock struck twelve and the sound of light feet could be heard. The sound of a knife being drawn was distant. A figure approached the bed at the other side of the room. A gasp of air was heard. After her parents and sister were murdered, Leona was sent to an orphanage. For the next 7 years she grew up being taunted by her fellow orphans, having to endure a lot. This brings us to now, where she is still taunted, but not as much. Time travel has become one of the only ways she can escape from her mess of a life.

Ability: Time Travel. Leona can travel to different times, yet she doesn't have much control on when. She can't time travel more then three times per week or she could ruin the world as it is, if she meets anyone she has met or will meet, she would risk killing herself.

Other: Her mark looks like the top one of these PASSWORD CORRECT

 

Username: Coralkiki

Name: Katarina ‘Katja’ Gorbachova

Age/Grade: 16 / Sophomore

Gender: Female

Appearance: It is common knowledge that Katja’s height is the only thing keeping her from already having a very successful modeling career. She stands 5 feet something, never giving a more specific number, as she actually doesn’t know exactly, and doesn’t want to know, as it’s bound to be slightly embarrassing. Her figure is petite, with a limited amount of curves, but then again, chests and derrières are just in the way when you dance. There is no trace of freckles on her oval face, and her skin is just as pale as you would expect from someone with north/eastern European heritage.

Her eyes, blue-green and big, are framed by long lashes, and are the feature she likes the most. Her nose, tiny and nose-like sits between them, just above a reddish-pinkish mouth. Her hair is blonde, wavy, and reaches just beneath her shoulder blades when hanging loose, though Katja is known for doing creative things with it. Her clothes are almost always home-made, but as she’s an excellent seamstress and designer, it’s not easy to tell. Scarves and other accessories inspired by European fashion are a must, along with high heeled shoes, to make her look taller. Her mark is right in the middle of her right fore-arm, on the underside. She says it’s a temporary tattoo whenever asked about it, stealing the idea from Cora.

Personality: ‘Running gives you ugly muscles’ ‘Does this colour make me look pale?’ ‘ugh, my hair’ are all phrases commonly heard coming from Katja’s mouth. Her love for fashion and obsession about keeping her perfect dancers body (just in case) has given her a reputation of being a lot vainer then she actually is. She is a firm believer of beauty coming from the inside, and that everyone is pretty in their own way. She is brutally honest, but at the same time manages to be surprisingly diplomatic; constructive criticism and how to deliver it has become her forte. She is the first person to say she likes your new hairdo, but also the first to say that green really isn’t your colour, you looked a lot better in that shirt you wore yesterday.

Her bubbly, happy-go-lucky personality combined with her size make a lot of people think she is younger than she actually is. She is constantly cracking jokes, and hardly ever stops talking; much to her teachers’ annoyance. Sewing, drawing and dancing are the only things that can keep her attention, and during her year at dance school, multiple teachers were sure she had ADHD. Of course, they were mistaken, she was just an energetic kid, whose belief that everything would turn out okay in the end made her nearly fearless.

History: Katarina Gorbachova is the daughter of the couple in charge one of South Higgins clothes store and seamstress-workshops. Her childhood consisted of ballet and sewing, and occasionally running around with the neighbouring. Her parents, Russian immigrants both of them, decided the moment their baby girl was born that she was going to be a ballerina. Her mother had been a professional dancer herself, and she taught her daughter on her own, as many Americans disagreed with the Russian philosophy of training their dancers from 3 years of age. The little girl adored dancing, and when she reached the age of schooling, the plan was to send her to a boarding school specializing in dance. The plan didn’t work out. Not only did Katja detest the school and the students; her family ran into economic troubles as well. Her aunt was diagnosed with cancer, and not having the money for treatment, asked her brother for help. So Katja came back home, the money formerly spent on her schooling now going to her sick aunt.

So, just like the other kids of South Higgins little Katja was home-schooled, later joined by her two year younger cousin Alexander (Sasha) when he moved in after his mother died. With special focus on ballet, cooking and sewing, she quite possibly missed some of the required curriculum, especially in English, as her parents preferred to teach her Russian. But she learned enough to manage to pass her freshman year, just like Sasha hopefully will when he starts high school.

Ability: Her skin absorbs the energy of whatever it is in contact with (this includes air and clothes, as well as any poor person she might be holding) ak

Other: PASSWORD CORRECT

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Date

 

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[intrusion]

As for where the forms are to be posted, I was thinking they could be placed in the RP thread or in the OOC thread. I'll detail that once I've decided upon it.

Remember, forms are not to be posted in the thread until the thread has been Approved.

 

Mousia - are you critiquing this as an Approver in training or as a regular person?[/intrusion]

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I think languages would be the only ones, yeah.

 

So, approved! Since I forgot to ask you, I went ahead and just deleted my critique posts. Have fun roleplaying!

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((How are we starting, home, school, what? And Narvix can Jason and Aura be friends since they both run track?))

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(Front page says it's 7:15 in the morning)

 

Even as a child, he did not favor sleeping in.

Raven rose with the dawn, and often before it, having found pleasure in watching the different colors light up the horizon. At his old house in Nevada, he would climb the loft of the barn and watch the sunrise from the little window. He'd done so ever since he could climb the loft ladder. But here in Michigan, they didn't have the loft in the barn. They had a good sized stable that he took care of, where most of their animals stayed, and a tool shed for all of their tack and feed. There was a small hen house that Raven built himself- since he had been the ones to sneak the hens into their trailer- that was protected by a thick wire fence. He'd even put cinder blocks around the base to keep pesky foxes from digging under the wire. Beside the hen house was a large tree that held an empty tire swing, also crafted from Raven's hands, that swayed faintly back and forth in the early morning breeze.

 

Raven stared at it, imaging little Jasmin shrieking in laughter as he pushed her back and forth.

 

The gentle nicker of his mare brought the young man back to the present. He reached down with his large hand and stroked the side of the horse's muscular neck, murmuring sounds of reassurance and praise to the mare's concerned noises. He noticed they had strayed close to that place again- that old, creepy abandoned house- and immediately tension knotted in jaw and neck. He nudged his horse with his heel and softly pulled the reins to turn her around. They headed back down the street at a brisk trot, the mare huffing sounds of relief through her wide nostrils.

 

Once he returned to his family's field, the mare slowed and he allowed her to nip at a few stray wisps of hay that lay scattered through the grass. The first light of dawn were beginning to spread through the clouds and Raven's dark eyes fixated on them with sadness. Jasmin had loved the sunrise just as much, and would sometimes saddle up her pony and join him for a morning ride in the pasture to watch it. Raven could not begin to describe the loss and sense of hopelessness he felt at her disappearance. His parents were taking it hard, as parents would, but Raven felt as though he were faltering. Falling, plunging into an abyss of confusion and desperation. No matter how frantic he searched and clawed, he could not pull himself out. He could not find her.

 

He recalled the first time he chanced the night in search of little Jasmin. He had crawled through his window and dropped from the second story, just about twisting his knee, and was prepared to take out one of the horses for his search. But when he was approaching the stable, he saw a hideous creature meandering about the building. Horrified, Raven had hid himself, scared and alone and hoping to dear God that his animals were safe. But then he thought about Jasmin, and how alone and scared she must be- where ever she was- and how she depended on him, as her big brother, to be courageous. Raven remembered rising from his hiding spot and encountering the beast, some sort of cat thing, and landing a square blow to its jaw with his fist. When the creature had snapped its teeth at his face, Raven lifted an arm to defend himself, and found with utmost surprise a shimmering, moving light that sprouted from his arm like a shield. The creature bounced clean off the shield as it if had met thick glass. It wasn't long until Raven discovered just how to utilize the shield, and he ended the Nightmare with a furious smash to the head, the power of the shield strengthening the hit much more.

 

Raven blinked again, noticing the sunrise was growing brighter, though it would be some time before the sun made any actual appearance. He pulled up the reins on his horse to keep her from over indulging on the grass- of which she had been helping herself, much to his disdain- and clicked his tongue to encourage her into a walk again. He would have to get back home soon, since classes would begin soon and he needed to shower. Even though no one talked to him anyway, he doubted he'd be doing himself a favor by smelling like dirt, sweat, and horses. But perhaps it wouldn't have mattered, since he had PE class first thing anyway.

 

Raven let out a long, deep sigh. He'd wait a little while. He wanted to enjoy his last memory of Jasmin.

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Rose looked up from her breakfast to notice slight movement outside. She frowned, her brown eyes filling with curiosity. Normaly it was so boring here on Bourbon Street. Nothing ever happened. Carefully, she lifted herself up from the chair, which let out a long creak in protest. Shooting her half-full bowl a longing look, she walked out of the room. She came into the small hall that linked all of the rooms together, with the stairs just at the end, and made her way silently down to the front door. Rose bit her lip. She was always being told she was too curious for her own good. She shrugged and opened the door silently. It didn't make the normal sound, a long yowling noise, but instead acted like the hinges were well oiled and perfectly kept. She glanced down the path, just missing something move past. She ran up to the gate and peered around. All she saw was a jogger out for their morning jog. Rose sighed with releif, then stopped. Why was she sighing? She thought it was one of those... creatures, didn't she? Rose shook herself and made her way back to the house.

 

((Edited because of a typo.))

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Aura made her way down the small hallway to the bathroom. She was already dressed in new pair of light denim jeans and a black crew-neck top, and was going to finish getting ready. When she arrived at the bathroom, the door was closed, but the light was off. She still did not bother knocking, knowing her father was gone and she was home alone. Aura pushed the old white door open and flicked on the light, padding onto the cold blue tiles that made up the floor. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she frowned, her hair was a mess. Walking to the shower she wet it, she had showered last night, and had PE first thing this morning so she saw no need to fully shower right now. Ringing out her hair, she walked back to the mirror and pulled a brush through her locks. Pulling a few bobbypins from a drawer she braided a front piece of hair on either side and wrapped them around her head so they met at the back. Satisfied she pulled out her makeup and started on that.

 

When she was done, she took the steps two at a time down into the kitchen. Grabbing an apple from the basket she walked to the front door and checked the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30m now and that meant she would have time to drive over to the farm and see Lumen before heading to school. Pulling on a pale yellow zip up, she slid on her white vans and headed out the door. Looking down at the cobblestone walkway, she sighed muttering a curse to herself, and leaned back through the doorway. Snatching her keys off the hook she slid out of the door and locked it before jogging to her white, beat-up TJ Jeep and getting in.

 

She loved her car, it had been her mother's, who was, like her, a farm girl. Sure it was old and a little rusted in some spots, but it got her around and that was enough. Putting the car in gear she turned on her favourite radio station, and backed out of the driveway.

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There was not a sound to be heard in south Higgins. All of the noises you would expect to hear in a small town, like running engines, lawns being mowed and dogs barking, were at rest, just like the inhabitants. That's what Sami loved so much about night time; the quiet, but not total quiet, that accompanied the disappearance of the sun. You see, there was always some noise, never none, accompanying the darkness, be it bugs chirping, the wind blowing or leaves rustling. This usually comforted her on her nighttime stargazing trips, reassuring her that the world was still there, keeping her real when her thoughts were elsewhere.

 

But tonight was different. There was no noise, no bugs, no wind, no leaves, just silence. Sami hardly even noticed it until she was all the way on the roof. As soon as the silence hit her, she knew something was wrong. So naturally she stayed up, not caring that something was wrong, but it still nagged at the back of her head while she sat there, gazing at the stars. Her thoughts were, just like the past few night, on the mansion at the end of Sheffield drive. She wanted to believe it was a dream, but-She looked at the mark on the underside of her forearm-she knew she couldn't. It was a part of her now, whatever was in that mansion. She could feel it. In fact, she could feel- suddenly, pain rocketed through her arm and she felt the natural reaction to turn around, like the pain had come from behind her. She whipped around on the roof, her boots scrapping against the tile, bringing herself face-to-face with the most hideous thing she had ever seen.

 

Before she could even process what it was and what it looked like, her body pulled back, keeping a grip on the roof but bringing her head away from the creature. It was just in time. As soon as her head was back, the creature's teeth met right where her neck would have been. She almost lost her balance and slid farther down the slanted roof, trying to take in what had just attacked her. It looked like a strange, hideous snake, with some form of liquid dripping from it's fangs, probably venom. What was strange about it though, was the wings that protruded from it's back, explaining how it got on the roof. The creature hissed, weaving it's head back and forth as Sami raised her fists. The snake lunged.

 

Panting, Sami bolted up in bed, sweat pouring down her face. whew, it was just a dream. she thought, sighing. She lifted up her arm and examined the mark, which was bigger now. Of course, she had actually been attacked by the creature on the roof, but she had won, using the power the mark gave her. Ever since then, she'd been training in case something like that happened again, so as soon as she was up and ready, she headed to the punching bag in the corner of the room for her daily practice. The clock said 7:15, so she had time.

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"Jason wake up! You'll be late for school!" Startling and falling out of bed, Jason groaned when he hit the floor. He rubbed at his face before untangling himself from his bed sheet. A quick glance at his alarm revealed the time of 7:16 and he groaned again. He was going to be late for Homeroom and he couldn't afford to. Hopping on a foot as he attempted to slip his other leg through his pants, he stumbled out of his room and snatched a wrinkled shirt from his bedroom floor. The pits didn't smell too bad. Good.

 

He hurried down the hallway towards the kitchen where he grabbed a slice of bread from an open loaf. "Jason, don't you want something more to eat?" his mother asked, holding a butter knife and looking quizzically at him.

 

"Can't. Don't have... Time..." Jason mumbled through the bread he held in his mouth, tying his shoe as he hopped towards the door. Ignoring his mother's calls, he shut the door behind him and picked his bike up from the ground. Mounting, he held the handles with one hand while he held his bread with the other. The sky was a murky gray from the crowding clouds obscuring it. Jason wondered if it might rain later. He wasn't sure since the signal for their TV always sucked and the channels were always different.

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Singing along to The Joker, Aura turned onto Markey Rd. Driving another 5 minuted she pulled up the driveway to the Stevenson's barn. Aura checked the clock on the dash which now read 7:40 before turning off the car. With quick steps she reached the barn and pulled open the large oak door. Looking inside she saw that Lumen's head was hanging out of his stall, and he nickered to her as she walked in. Upon reaching his stall she pushed aside his forelock and scratched his head saying, 'Did you hear me comin' up boy,' pausing for a second she brought the apple to his mouth, 'yea, I thought you did.

 

When he had finished the apple she wiped her hands on a rag and walked towards the door. When the door was almost closed she stuck her head through and called, 'I'll be here later Lumen, bye!' Latching the door shut, she jogged down the dirt driveway, waving at Maria, and got into her car. Shoving the keys in the ignition, she started the jeep back up and turned around in the small parking lot, kicking up dust. The clock read 7:45 which meant she would make it to school just in time to change and be ready for the bell. Aura did not really care much for homeroom, she just saw it as time consuming, so normally she skipped it. She tapped her fingers on the wheel as she drove, hoping to get there in time.

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Konata rushed to get ready. She peeled off her baggy T-shirt that she had worn to sleep and put on her undergarments and a blouse that was a pale blue color. Then she took off her fluffy pajama pants and silently missed the warmness of the cotton while she searched for the shorts that she had been looking for. She pulled them on and buttoned them up. After Konata was satisfied, she put on some deodorant and rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After that was finished, Konata rushed down the stairs (grabbing her backpack on the way) with socks and shoes in hand. She would be wearing her calf-length black boots that day.

The girl grabbed a granola bar and left whilst pulling on her left boot. After Konata had devoured her breakfast, she took out her little mirror that she had kept in her backpack and quickly applied some blush and eyeshadow. She stopped walking momentarily to apply her eye-liner and mascara, but then sped into a run to compensate. Konata stuffed her supplies back into her backpack and opened the door of the school, panting. She had made it. So she pulled out a little slip of paper that had a little map of the school and made her way to her homeroom with ease. She sat at a desk and stared towards the front of the room intently.

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Once Sami could throw no more punches, she switched to kicks and accidentally knocked over the stand with her strength. I'll have to find something heavier to put in this thing's base. she thought, pulling the stand upright. Once she felt that she'd spent enough time on that, she began getting dressed. She grabbed one of her multiple pairs of dark-colored cargo pants out of the closet and also grabbed a random sleeveless shirt. The pants were black and the shirt was dark green, perfect. She quickly messed with her hair a little, put her headband on and brushed her teeth before heading downstairs.

 

Sami glanced at the clock as she came down the steps and saw that the time was 8:43. oh, dang! I spent too much time practicing! she thought, hurrying to the pantry. Normally on a day like this, she would have had an egg or something, but today she decided to just have cereal, considering no one was home to drive her to school. Once she was done eating and packing up, she hurried out the door and grabbed her bike, beginning the ride to school. I hope I'm not late. she thought anxiously, speeding up.

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Aura pulled into the school's driveway at 7:55 and found a spot to park. Reaching into the backseat she grabbed her bag and got out. Hiking her bag onto her shoulder she waved at one of her friends, but continued to the entrance of the school. Trying to avoid distractions she mad her way to one of the larger gyms and went into the change room. She found an empty spot on the bench, away from some of the girls she didn't necessarily like and pulled out her gym clothes. She pulled on her black running shorts and a light gray t-shirt before grabbing a hair-tie off her wrist and throwing her hair into a ponytail. She sat down on the bench and changed her shoes for her white pumas.

 

Aura had gotten out of the change room just as the bell rang. She was huddled amongst another group of girls talking about their summers. The teacher hadn't started ordering them around yet, so Aura and another friend did a few stretches while talking. Though, Aura's mind was not focused on whatever Lindsey was saying. She was still trying to hide her mark. Every time she looked at the thing it made her go uneasy with the memory of being in that house.

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An-n-nd... The bell rang. Jason's bike wheels squealed as he sharply applied the brakes. Kicking down the stand and quickly locking his chain, he grabbed his back from the rear basket and rushed inside the building. He'd seen a girl enter the building some moments before he'd heard the bell rang. From what he saw of her appearance, he couldn't decide on if he'd seen her at school before in the previous years.

 

Shaking his head, the boy refocused on the task at hand: getting to class. He was only a minute late but, knowing Mrs. Danvar, he may as well have been ten or fifteen minutes late. Inhaling, Jason grabbed the doorknob and entered the classroom...

 

"Mr. Arivaly. Late again, I see." Mrs. Danvar's voice was rough, sharpened in irritation. "Take your seat and get to work. I'll speak with you after class." Jason ducked his head, hurrying to his desk and sitting down with a low sigh. He had half an hour until the class ended. Maybe he could get the last of his math homework done. It had been assigned to him before the start of summer as a means to gain some of the credits he'd lost. The school didn't get much financial aid from the government and so couldn't afford to have summer classes.

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Marcos stretched his arms over his head, clasping his hands together and pressing them against the base of his skull. He was on school grounds but he didn't need to attend Homeroom. Standing outside beside the large oak that decorated the front lawns, he glanced up at the two story building. Originally, the large building had been an old hospital, perhaps a few decades ago. Then something happened. Either the doctors got job offers elsewhere with better pay or it went down the drain from lack of supplies. Whatever the case, the town needed an educational institution and so they utilized old building to make the high school.

 

After a few walls were added in or cleared away, the teachers and principal decided to place the core classes on the first floor and the electives on the second floor. The windows were decent in the way of being clean. Most had a thin layer of dirt but at least people were able to see through them. As drab as the school looked, Marcos enjoyed it well enough. He couldn't complain too much about the classes or teachers and the students were tolerable or friendly. A majority of them, he knew by name and face at least since they all have lived in the same town since birth. Others were more unknown, having moved to South Higgins at some point in the past years.

 

There was a shout behind him and Marcos turned, waving faintly at a friend as the kid passed by. Seemed like it was nearly eight from the number of students starting to arrive. Deciding it was close enough to the bell ringing, he headed inside to his locker where his P.E. clothes waited for him.

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Oh how he hated P.E...

 

Dax sighed, slipping the light gray shirt on over his head. His mother had taken to writing his initials on the hem of his left sleeve in small print. At least it wasn't very noticeable and no one really cared. The bell rung as he caught sight of a handful of boys entering the locker room. He nodded faintly to them, recognizing Logan, Marcos, and Henry best.

 

His palm touched the cool plating on the door where a knob would normally be placed. Pushing through, he spotted some of the girls stretching nearby. "Aura. How was your summer?" he asked, preferring to speak with her before anyone else could speak with him. Since he didn't socialize much with people outside of his friends, he didn't know much about most of his classmates. At least he could remember their names.

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Konata arrived in time to quickly change into her gym clothes and rush into the gym. Mr. Tesion wouldn't notice...right? Luckily, he was pretty easy going. He smiled at her and a group of other girls who had shown up a bit late. He had a head that was close shaven, but it was easy to tell that he used to be blonde. The poor man's skin was red, but it was obvious that he had a permanent sunburn. His hazel eyes were small and a bit beady-looking. Nonstandard could see that he was muscular under his baggy jacket and matching pants that were both dark blue. Lastly, his sneakers looked worn, but they probably used to be white. Konata concluded that he was a good P.E. teacher.

She was actually pretty athletic and enjoyed P.E. Her hair was up in a ponytail that swayed gently as she watched Mr. Tesion as he paced while speaking to the class. She heard a few people speaking and listened. "Aura. How was your summer?" Aura? What a strange name. Konata just shrugged and smiled as she heard that they would be playing dodge ball. She didn't know anything of the sport, but she thought it sounded fun.

Mr. Tesion asked if anyone had questions and Konata rose her hand. The teacher called on her and the student spoke. "How does one play dodge ball?"

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Raven had stayed longer than he probably should have, but the tug on his heart had been too much to resist. He did manage, though, to drag himself away from the lightening skyline once the birds began their full-throated songs. Or at least, what was left of the birds. When Raven glanced up at one of the nearby trees, he spotted a lone sparrow twittering sadly on its perch, and thought of how he should strengthen the barricade around his livestock more.

 

Raven and his mare returned to the stables twenty minutes before eight o'clock. Though it had been a quick ride, he wiped and brushed her down and fed her some oats to make her comfortable. Once he was satisfied she would be happy locked up in her stall, he jogged back to his house and scrubbed himself in a quick shower before pulling on his morning work out clothes. He wouldn't have to bother with the locker room if he was already dressed. A simple pair of dark blue mesh trousers and a large, plain white tee-shirt, baggy enough to hide the thick muscles wired through his tall figure, would help him blend into the more inconspicuous group at school.

 

Unlike some of the other children, Raven had no need for a vehicle. The town was relatively small anyway and he always enjoyed physical exercise, so the short walk it took from home to the school yard was welcomed. He walked calmly, silently, with his tattered old backpack slung over one shoulder, the brand name having been worn off years ago from continuous use. His sneakers scuffed the dusty earth with soft scraping sounds as he walked, chin tucked slightly as his eyes wandered the dirt in distant thought.

 

He got to school only a couple minutes after the bell rang through the air. Quietly, as usual, he slipped into the men's locker room and secured his belongings in the small square locker that had been designated to him. He often doubted that there was a need for lockers, since so many of them got broken into anyway, but miraculously enough his stuff had always been left alone. Either this was the work of students who respected his private space, but given the whispers in the hallway and the curious, accusing glances of his peers, it was more likely the others let him be merely out of fear. Well, what they had to be afraid of Raven was never sure, but if he had to take a wild guess, he'd place his money on the fact that he was a rather large fellow and one of the few dark-skinned inhabitants of the town. He suspected that racism, however conscious, played a big role in the stigma that automatically rose against him when he had moved here.

 

Raven entered the gym behind a small band of senior boys that had also arrived a few minutes tardy, but it didn't appear as though the gym teacher had started class yet. As he had last year, Raven rested himself against a far wall, behind the crowd of social butterflies that buzzed around in lieu of the absence of their instructor. Though he noticed the odd glance thrown his way every once in a while, Raven kept his dark eyes transfixed on the gym floor, preoccupying himself with memories of his little sister and where else he might find her in that sad, creepy town.

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Sami pulled up to the school, locked her bike to the rack and bolted for the door, hoping she wasn't late. She deftly maneuvered through the halls and to the changing room, where she got into her gym clothes. She also put on one of those comfy wristbands to cover her mark, so that no one would see it. Bursting into the gym, she noticed that a few other people had been late too. hopefully he'll grant a little leniency today. she thought, joining the group. The girl next to her asked the PE teacher how to play dodgeball and she almost laughed out loud. How does one not know how to play dodgeball?

 

Sami looked at the girl and recognized her from last year as konata. okay, I guess she's an exception. she thought, making a mental note to talk to her later. She continued looking around for anybody she knew, but didn't spot anyone in particular. Hopefully if one of her friends saw her, they would say hi.

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Aura had been watching the girl's change room door and saw when a girl, whose name she could not remember walked out. She knew she was an exchange student, but didn't pay her much mind, she was looking more at Sami. Some of the other girls snidely laughed when she came out, Aura guessed, because of her overall tomboy look. Aura didn't laugh though she raised a hand in a wave at Sami before standing up and reaching her arms to the roof. She was enjoying the feeling of her back muscles stretching when she heard someone behind her. Whipping around, her long ponytail swinging out behind her, she saw that it was Dax.

 

She sort of knew Dax, as she had seen him around a few times before, but they weren't pals or anything. No matter how the other girls looked at her for talking to him she wasn't going to be rude. Tossing her head back she laughed a little before looking, unfortunately, down at Dax. For a moment she thought to herself that he could be rather cute, if only he were taller. Her eyes brightening she said, 'You scared me a little Dax.' She shrugged a little. 'It was okay, nothing too special. I went to my cottage for a little while but that is about it. How about you, how was your summer?' She just caught the tail end of Mr.Tesion telling them that they would be playing dodgeball. Aura leaned down to scratch her ankle, and stretched her leg for a moment, she then did the same with the other leg, before straightening up. She looked at Dax, her cheeks light pink and then looked down again, fiddling with her bracelet.

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Konata cringed as almost the entire class laughed at her. Her face darkened as she looked down at the ground, suddenly self-concious. Even Mr. Tesion grinned. "Well, Konata, you throw the balls and try to hit others. All the while, you try not to get hit by the balls. If you get hit, you're out and you'll have to stand against the wall until I call everyone back in." Konata drank in the explanation before nodding. "Okay. I get it now..." Konata could feel the tension. She brushed hair out of her face as Mr. Tesion announced that they were going to start. He also announced that the upcoming game of dodge ball would not have teams. Perfect. No one for Konata to rely on. No friends... She sighed and trudged over to the main part of the gym in preparation for the game. She would play hard. She would show the Americans what Japan was like. Beat them to a pulp, she would. Hopefully. Konata glanced at her opponents. There were a sizable amount of enemies. Oh no. The more experienced dodge ball players would crush her in sports! Mr. Tesion prepared to blow his whistle to start the game and nervousness welled up inside of Konata. What if she didn't represent Japan well? What if...got out first? Maybe everyone would laugh at her again. The girl put on her tough face and waited. Her fists were clenched, though her arms were trembling.

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Sami didn't even notice the snickers, either that or she didn't care. Snickers had always come her way because she didn't constantly obssess over boys or her hair like everyone else. Across the gym, she saw Aura wave to her and she waved back, smiling. finally! a second person i recognize. When everyone started laughing at konata, Sami had the urge to laugh with them, but she didn't. Didn't anyone care that she had a good reason to not know? Oh well, they could go drown in a lake. It's horrible to think that laughing at someone like that is okay, even if it is funny.

 

Once everyone got in their positions for the game, Sami found a spot next to konata. "hey... Wanna team up?" she asked, knowing the girl would get pulverized on her own, simply because of her earlier embarrassment.

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