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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 6:04:55 GMT -5
I'm in love w/ Alexandria :00 she's so pretty!! I'm a sucker for a girl in suspenders
and let's just skip to the gang's hideout ~ I'm excited to get to meet some other characters!! )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 6:14:56 GMT -5
{Sameeee asdfghjkl. I need to go out and buy some for me haha.}
{Anyway, I'm gonna head off to bed. Too bad our time zones conflict with each other. :') But you can go ahead and introduce more characters while I'm gone! I'll try and wake up early-ish so I can reply when you're still here. Don't know how likely that'll be, but I'll see what I can do.}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 6:32:27 GMT -5
◈ ---- "Well," No point hiding it now, "Yes, I am. If I ever had to interact with you, I was meant to remind you of the comradery and friendship you're missing out on." He clutched his hands to his chest, jokingly maudlin, "So, come on," He pushed himself off the wall and headed out of the alleyway, "It's getting dark."
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Like all towns, this one had an 'abandoned' quarter; in the harbour where huge steel boats used to be made, but now it was mainly home to the homeless. Normally Everett didn't like being out after sunset in this area, despite having lived there for a few years now. Maybe it was because he lived there that he got spooked by it, because he knew exactly the kind of people who hung around these parts. Tonight however, he didn't feel too nervous. If anyone pulled a gun or knife on them, Marco could just freeze 'em, he supposed. Hopefully nothing too aggressive though, because Everett was not healing frostbite on his fingers every single day, and whilst this area was quiet, it wasn't deserted; they couldn't just use their powers willy nilly. The wind was a lot stronger and a lot colder the closer they got to the docks, and tasted like salt, there were no more streetlights, only the distant glow from the wealthier districts in the distant. At the end of a long concrete jetty however was an abandoned warehouse with lights faintly glowing out of the darkened windows. It was a three storey brown brick building; old, but dry, and currently being made a lot warmer and home-er by the residents inside. Maybe in better lighting he would've been able to see if someone was up on the roof, keeping watch, but right now he just hurried through the dark, hoping he didn't trip on anything. When the two of them reached the thick, dark wood door (that was covered in rusted signs that read 'DANGER' and 'UNSTABLE PREMISES'. Those signs had been stolen from other doors in the neighbourhood and tacked on a few months ago), Everett knocked five times loudly with his knuckles, wincing at the pain. Above the door was a sign that looked like it had been erected in the 1920s it was so old and faded, barely reading 'POWERSCOURT'. There was a few seconds of silence, the muted noise from indoors dying out in an instant, before there was the sound of several bolts unlocking, and the door swung open. Inside there was one long room with an exposed floor and rafters above, the right hand wall was a continuous row of windows, all blacked out, and there was a cast iron set of spiral stairs in the corner to the higher level. Someone had lit a huge fire in the ancient chimney breast, and the ground was littered with various rugs and carpets (all, undoubtedly, stolen) as well as mismatching chairs, tables, and a LOT of long extension leads, connecting to lamps and wall lights. The walls were covered in faded graffiti, and there was an oven and an old fridge just placed by the windows, cables running out of them the length of the room, until they reached a power source. There were a couple of board games and there was even a battered, but active, wifi router. Not to mention the people sitting there, all looking at the new arrivals with slightly stiff bodies, ready for anything. Everett tried a tiny wave, "Hello, yes, don't all rush up at once." Bisera had opened the door, a dainty black girl with big eyes, and she was the first to break the silence, shutting the door, bolting it, and yelling up the stairs with a voice surprisingly powerful, "PROCTOR! THEY'RE BAAAACCCCKK!" Everett simply shrugged off his coat and scarf, hanging them on one of a series of rusted nails that had been hammered into the wall near the door. He gestured to Marco, "Hey guys, you all remember Marco, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 6:33:40 GMT -5
It is such a shame our time zones do this to us :/// star crossed rpers, destined to be apart. get some sleep!! I'll see you later c:' )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 11:52:17 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Here goes nothing." Marco laughed in response to the joke, surprising himself as he did so. He never had a reason to laugh until now, and it was a joyful feeling. Sure he'd chuckle at his misfortune sometimes among other things, but it was always quiet, never carefree.
If they kept insisting he was to join the gang, then so be it. It couldn't hurt, now could it? Marco shrugged to himself slightly, following Everett through the night.
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The two had sure been walking far, it seemed. When they emerged across the city near the harbor, the salty smell of the water hit his nose, causing him to make a semi-disgusted face. He had only been to their hideout once before, trying to persuade him to join. But tonight was for a different reason, and it made him more anxious with every step.
Marco kept glancing around, keeping a few paces behind Everett so he could lead. When the two made their way up to the large building, his growing anxiety caused him to feel extremely awkward, and he was dead quiet for once.
He stared at the large building, eyes moving along the door, to the blacked out windows, all the way to the top. It seemed nice, he had to admit. Besides the abandoned part, it seemed to have lots of space.
The door swung open, and Marco stepped in quickly after Everett, the light causing him to squint slightly.
He took a moment to take everything in, almost like he hadn't been there before. He could feel a bunch of eyes staring at him, and he immediately hated it. When the young girl started calling out to Proctor, he straightened up, all of his hair standing on end.
Marco didn't speak, just stuffed his hands in his pockets to try and calm his nerves. He hated being in the spotlight, among a large group of people. One could say he was shy in front of many curious eyes, and he had to agree. With Everett, it had only been the two of them. But now...
He saw Everett take his coat off, but kept his hoodie on, already cold enough. He was about to ask if he could borrow Everett's warm-looking coat, but decided not to as it might sound a bit weird. He gave a small nod after the other boy's words, as a tiny gesture of greeting. This was exactly why he declined in the first place, but tried his hardest not to die of embarrassment.
Marco could only hope he didn't look too menacing, or too much like a wreck. After all, his hoodie was still blood-stained. Sure the black material kind of helped hide it, but he had a feeling he probably reeked of blood to the others.
He just kind of stood there, and it felt like he was waiting for his impending doom. Again, probably not all that far off the mark, as he didn't expect Proctor to greet him with open arms.
{Haha, that's true! This time I woke up early enough to catch you, at least. ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 14:02:53 GMT -5
◈ ---- Otto didn't recognize his face, he doubted they'd met before, but he sure as hell knew who the guy was. He was the guy who's turned his nose up at their group and stormed off. He wasn't too chuffed to see him back again. It would be fair to say that Otto had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. He was second youngest in the group, beaten only by Bisera who was basically a toddler. He wasn't a boy anymore, but he wasn't a man just yet, and he was itching to prove he could roll with the big dogs here (even though no one had asked him to do so). If that meant showing real loyalty, and not forgetting that this guy thought he was too good for the rest of them, then that's what he'd do. Just looking at him made Otto feel cold, and he was standing next to the fire, the fire he'd help light. At least 'Marco' looked uncomfortable, which he should. He didn't belong here. Having powers, and abilities, didn't just magically make him one of the gang, no matter what Proctor said (though it's be a cold day in Hell before he said this to her face). Marco had had his chance, and he'd said no. Was that blood on his hoodie? Well, what was left of a hoodie, because it looked like it'd been shot through. At this realization, the young boy rolled his eyes skyward and turned away from the door, focusing instead to stare at the windows opposite. He wasn't going to be the first to speak, let the big shot introduce himself. ◈ ---- New people weren't that rare. Bisera herself hadn't been here that long, only a few months. She didn't know what to think about Marco. He looked chilly, but none of her coats were big enough to cover him. She caught Everett's eye as he crossed the room to the fire and he gave her a little smile. If he didn't seem to worried, then it helped her relax. Right now, the room was really quiet, and although she liked the quiet sometimes, now was not the time. "Hello." She stuck her hand out in front of her at a steep angle to meet Marco's halfway, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Bisera." Her mother had raised her with good manners. She missed her mum a lot sometimes. It was easier to not miss her now, because she had a new sort of family, and her mother had been dead for much longer than she'd been on the run, but sometimes she'd just remember her in little bursts, and get sad all over again. Now was not one of those times. Now, she was remembering how her mother told her to always introduce herself politely. "Would you like a blanket?" She offered, turning around to one of the old chairs with a big throw across it, "You look cold." She briefly wondered what he could do. Could he fly? Jean could fly. It was really cool. She would have to ask later.
◈ ---- Naps came far and few between these days, and Proctor took them whenever she could. She was exercising using her abilities more and more, subtly, and safely. There was a terrible destructive side to her powers, no one could deny, but enhanced senses came naturally and without any risk of hurting anyone, so they were worth practising. Listening out for possible threats, keeping her eyes open for dark vans and suits on the horizon; it was getting to be a constant habit, and it was exhausting. It had become a much welcomed unspoken rule that after dark, the other could sit up if they pleased, and play or eat so long as they stayed indoors, but Proctor went to bed, and wasn't disturbed until morning. Tiredness put a strain on her control, and she didn't want to snap. Right now however, being awoken by the normally pleasant voice of the group's mascot, she would put her anger on hold to see to the new arrivals. Descending the spiral staircase, the iron cold against her bare feet, Proctor came into view in the clothes she slept in; shorts and a tank top. Her legs and arms were long and toned, and not without scars though right now, Maroc was stealing the show with his blood stained hoodie. "Well, well, well," She dragged her eyes over the whole scene, "Look what the cat dragged in." Her short hair was sticking up at various angles and she was getting goosebumps from the drafts, but the leader of the group managed to keep her intimidating air as she got down off the stairs and stood beside Marco, "Quiet day?" She asked, noting his destroyed clothes, voice coated in a dry sarcasm. She could control violent urges, but caustic wit was a lifelong curse.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 15:27:54 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "We meet again." Marco instantly remembered Otto, glancing over as Otto turned away. How could he forget someone as hotheaded as him? And besides, the guy was a fire elemental. The two were never meant to get along well in the first place. If he didn't wanna speak to him, then so be it. Otherwise, they would probably get into a verbal fight or even a real one if they felt like it.
Looking slightly downward at the girl as she stuck her hand out, he gave her a small smile.
"Fair warning, I'm cold to the touch." The boy took Bisera's hand, shaking it for a second. "If you hadn't caught on already, I'm Marco. Nice to meet you too, Bisera. You have a lovely name." At least she was one of the nicer people in the group, unlike a certain someone who chose not to say anything. He cast a quick glare towards the fireplace where Otto was.
"Thanks, but I probably shouldn't. I'll be fine though." Gesturing to the blood, he'd rather be cold than stain anything. It wasn't like the cold was foreign to him, it was just the more he thought about it, the colder he got.
Not a second later came the main show, Proctor. The younger girl had eased his nerves a bit, but still. Her presence was just overwhelming in itself. You had to be like that, as a leader. Especially a leader who had to watch over a bunch of 'adults' who acted childish. Bisera was the only exception, her being younger and everything. As she spoke, she gave off this powerful vibe that said not to mess with her. But he chose to ignore it, rolling his eyes at her figure of speech that implied he was the rat. His eyes never left her as she approached him, not exactly knowing what to do or how to feel.
"Sure, I'll go with that." He responded to her sarcastic question about him having a quiet day. Marco tried avoiding what really happened if he could help it, about fighting the cops on a busy road. Marco loved sarcasm as well, as it made everything a little less serious. He had realized he had been hanging by the door this whole time, running a hand through his hair as he stepped farther into the large room. There was no way he'd be able to get comfortable, at least for the time being.
"If the offer still stands about wanting me to join, I'll accept. It's not in my place to be the one to ask, but I thought I'd bring it up." Marco addressed Proctor directly, wondering what she'd do.
{Will type up the other's responses now!}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 17:20:48 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman - "Time to mess with the newbie." Alex Kaltman was a veteran of the group. She had been there less than Proctor, of course, but it had still been many long years. Her full name was Alexandria, but mostly everyone called her by the shortened version, Alex. Only the few she trusted could call her by her full name, including Proctor. At twenty-six years old, the woman was still up and at it, ready to fight at any given moment.She had the power over lightning, which was just as fun as it was helpful. She was a living taser, who could easily put a million volts through one's body. Or she could stun someone temporarily, which was a hobby of hers. The not so fun part was that she gave off a small shock when she was touched, like a defensive mechanism from her body. Though people's reactions always gave her a bit of a laugh, watching them jump in surprise. She always had a liking for thunderstorms, so her power was only fitting. Whenever there was a storm, she went outside. It was almost calming to her, though she may be the only one who felt that way.
Alex had been sitting in one of the chairs, dozing off a bit before she heard five loud consecutive knocks. That easily woke her up, keeping her alert. It was probably just the boys, but she was curious about this 'Marco' guy. He had turned them down once, but now he was back. He seemed like the type who would spice some things up around here. They all needed a little action. Anyway, the woman was dressed in a fancy white shirt with a black coat over it, and some black slacks. She also had suspenders on, to top the look. Might as well look good while she could. Besides, it was surprisingly comfortable.The temperature dropped as the newbie came in the room, which caused dissatisfied looks from most of the others, including her. Cold wasn't something people particularly liked. She could tell Otto despised it, a small chuckle coming from her."Need a blanket, Otto?" Alexandria joked, never one for quiet, serious moments.Her eyes drifted to Proctor, who had descended the stairs to the large room. She had a feeling that things were about to get really interesting, with everyone being here. She sat up straight in the seat, crossing her legs.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 27, 2017 17:30:05 GMT -5
Tom Ridgewell | Male | 20 | Can turn into a giant purple monster if angered enough. | Works as a youtuber. | N/A Matt Hargreaves | Male | 21 | N/A | Youtuber | Very vain Tom: Matt:
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 18:19:06 GMT -5
Valerie Byrne - "Guys, stop messing with Otto." Valerie, better known as Val or explosion girl, had been sitting near Otto, next to the fire. It was nice and cozy at that spot, and she was grateful for it. She liked to think that she got along with Otto, or at least better than some people did. They had very similar powers, both dealing with fire. But his powers were good for burning people to a crisp slowly, lighting fires, or even cooking if he felt like it. On the other hand, her powers were mainly used for the fighting, too dangerous to be used indoors. Sure she got a hold of it, increasing or decreasing the amount of burst in the explosion itself. Speaking of burst, she could destroy one's body in seconds. She didn't necessarily like doing that, though. Only as a last resort. But her powers were definitely the fighting type. But hey, she could also make a perfect, crispy toast. That was a very practical use in her book.
Val had only been around the group for about a year. Not too long, but not a newbie. Long enough to call the others family, at least. Before she was recruited, a freak accident happened as her powers turned out of control, injuring many, including her family. Some survived, along with her parents, who now despised her. They abused her, before throwing her out and calling the cops on her, claiming they disowned her entirely. So she too had been captured, thrown in one of those containment facilities. Frowning at her thoughts, she tried her best to ignore it. But it was impossible, as she had been traumatized while being used as a lab rat.
When Everett returned and introduced Marco once more, she glanced up at the new face. The fire was flickering as it met the chilly breeze from outside. Only when the large door closed she realized it was Marco's powers.
After Marco shot a glare at Otto while Alex teased him, she shook her head. "C'mon, Otto isn't so bad. And you," She lifted a finger to Marco, "Need to stop picking fights with everyone." She took her thumb and motioned it across her neck, an obvious death threat. She wasn't going to do anything to him of course, but she didn't want any fights to break out between the two. The last thing they needed was chaos with the two conflicting powers. A sigh escaped her lips as she laid down, staring at the ceiling as she listened to everyone.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 18:21:40 GMT -5
{Also I'm gonna change Jean's age from 20 to 16.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 27, 2017 18:55:08 GMT -5
Jean Kirshner - "Hello everyone!" The boy appeared from the top of the stairs, then took a running start and leaped over the railing, free falling towards the ground. Right before he would have collided with the ground, he moved his hands up and caught himself with a burst of air, causing him to levitate above the ground for a second before landing safely. It was way faster than taking the stairs, and sometimes he liked to show off by making his grand entrance. Besides that, the boy was a thrill seeker. He put his complete trust in his powers, knowing he would be safe. Probably not the best idea, but his powers hadn't failed him yet. He would never let himself get hurt anyway. The gust of air was suddenly gone, and he excitedly made his way to the new guy and Bisera, in awe how just standing there, Marco made the whole room feel a bit colder. He waved to Bisera with a smile, knowing she was always interested in his powers. And he felt the same way for her powers, which were very unique. Not only that, she was a fun person to be around in general.
Jean introduced himself to Marco in a cheerful voice, always excited to see new faces. He then made his way to the wall next to the door, sitting down against it. He had woke up to Bisera's loud yell, curing his curiosity by coming down here. He couldn't help but yawn, the tired feeling lingering around him. But now he was awake, and it would be hard going back to sleep. He tried his best to warm the air up a bit, keeping a nice snug temperature. It sure drained his energy as the room was huge, but everyone had originally seemed bothered by it, so it was only a kind gesture.
The boy loved his powers. Being able to defend was always a good thing, but he could also attack if the situation called for it. Jean was able to create strong winds that could literally blow people away, and even a tornado if he was up to it. But he never planned on going that far, as it caused him to become lightheaded and pass out if he overdid himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 7:34:14 GMT -5
◈ ---- The Senate discusses
◈ ---- She appreciated straight talking, so getting straight to the point was a good move. Proctor didn't say anything at first, just tilted her head and then shrugged, "Well, it's not just up to me." She turned to the group as a whole, placing her hands on her hips. Beforehand, letting Marco in would've been simple; he gets a room upstairs and agreed to some of the loose rules they had, and bam, he was in. Now however, he'd made a name for himself and getting back in wouldn't be as easy.
When he'd initially turned down the offer, Proctor had been annoyed, but not too surprised. Marco struck her as a bit of a lone wolf, and she knew how big an ask it could be to just expect someone to start trusting a group of people they didn't know. She'd never actually been in the position of having to join, as the group had just sort of naturally occurred around her over time, but she wouldn't have liked to have been in that position either.
The fact that he was here, however, and he wanted to talk, did speak volumes for itself. Sometimes people just needed some time to get their head in order before they could properly assess a situation. And sometimes they also needed to be shot in the chest. It could be daunting, to be alone one second, and then part of something the next, and a small part of her had always believed Marco would come around eventually.
It's not like any of them had smooth stories after all, right now in Powerscourt, it was more like eight long stories. And when stories are that long, with so much in them, it could be complicated getting them to work together. This whole group thing was a work in progress as it was, everyone was constantly learning, Proctor was no exception. Ten years ago she would've curled her lip at the idea of leading this sort of placebo-family, thinking herself better off alone, so she couldn't blame Marco for doing the same.
"We're a democracy here Marco, we vote on everything from dinner to whether or not we leave here. So it's only fair that I open the floor to the public's opinions. Feel free to jump to your own defense, if you so please." The room seemed mixed to say the least, but mostly people seemed to be a little on the fence. Nothing like a good debate to sort that out. She crossed the room and sat down in a high-backed arm chair, resting there like it was a throne, "Speak now or forever hold your peace, people." ◈ ---- A tiny little part of Everett wanted to stay quiet here, and simply enjoy the heat of the fire from his spot on one of the poufs, with his back to the flame. The backlighting cast a bluish shadow over his face and lit up his hair with thick amber streaks, and he could nearly feel himself dozing off. It was typical of Proctor to make Marco sing for his supper here; she'd want him in the group, of course, but she wasn't about to just forgive and forget. So, seeing as someone had to be the adult, Everett raised his head and addressed the room, "I know some of us might be a little angry about certain events before," He steepled his fingers like politicians on TV did, "But I've been tailing Marco since then, and I have to be honest, he's a cool guy. No pun intended." He added quickly, holding up his hand in apology.
Now was not the time to talk about Marco vs the Police, so instead, Everett addressed the problem of his temper in a wide circle, "Sometimes, yes, he gets a little bit cranky but he knows how to keep his head down, and his abilities are really powerful." Nothing like a direct appeal to what linked everyone here together make them think twice, he supposed. He leaned back and rubbed the nape of his neck with one hand, trying to think of what else to say. It was a crossroads; he had to stick up for Marco, but if he went into too much detail, it would probably seem a little bit creepy. For now, they'd glanced over the fact that Everett had been essentially stalking him but someone was bound to bring it up if he went too deep.
"And of course, he's one of us, blah blah blah." He rolled his hand on his wrist, earning scratching side look from Proctor, and subsequently stopped. "I like him, and um- I think we should let him join. And get him a proper coat, he's freezing." The warmth from the fire suddenly seemed a lot hotter, he could feel his face heating up, and Everett indicated he was done speaking, looking down at the floor, the threads in one of the uglier rugs suddenly very interesting. There was no reason to feel embarrassed, but he did. ◈ ---- She'd heard about how Marco had decided not to join, of course, hadn't thought much of it at the time. Bisera had been disappointed, she supposed, to not get to meet someone new. Their social scope was very limited, and she rarely got to talk to anyone who didn't live at Powerscourt. And the people who they did talk to, backstreet dealers and shady suits, weren't very pleasant. They gave off bad vibes, and Proctor normally told her to stay away from them. She was never to approach them unless absolutely necessary. That was one of the rules.
So right now, being given the opportunity to help someone new join, Bisera nodded her head, bobbing like a little bird, "I think he seems rather nice." Her good opinion of Marco didn't stop her from talking about him like he wasn't there, "He has kind eyes." She'd wrapped herself in one of the blankets after Marco had turned down her offer, and was now perched on the arm of the sofa, only a face and two eyes peeking out from the fabric.
Sometimes the others didn't always tell Bisera everything that was going on. She knew lots, they said she deserved to know, but the young girl could tell when they were leaving something out. Like when they abruptly just left in the middle of the night half a year ago, and had to walk for hours in the dark, though in the beginning, they'd been running. She'd slept through most of the early morning, being carried like a little bundle of blankets, but in the morning, she'd simply been told it had been time to leave. They were lucky to have found this warehouse here when they did. This was a chance to be included in a big decision, and she wasn't letting it go, "I say we let him join." She ended on a little smile.
◈ ---- Of course Everett would stick up for him, the healer was as weak as water, and had probably gotten 'attached' after babysitting Blythe for so long. And it was natural that Bisera would have something nice to say, she always had something nice to say. Otto, however, had no attachment to him, and maybe that was because he'd turned down the offer to stay here? Just a thought.
At Alex's sharp joke, he just responded with a glare and crossed his arms tightly across his chest. He wasn't about to start a bickering match right now (he'd probably lose anyway). He'd just hold onto this anger for a while and wait. He ignored Val completely, only rolling his eyes and doing his damndest to sink further into the wall and closer to the fire. She didn't have to stick up for him, he could fight his own battles (just not right now)
At least this was how they were settling it, and at least he'd get to speak his mind, "Well, I think it's pretty cheap to come sauntering back after you get your butt kicked and just expect to be welcomed." He directed this straight at Marco, coming out from the corner and leaning against the fireplace. If he got much closer he'd be in the fire, and that was fine with him. "What's made you change your mind? How do we know that you're not just going to leave once you get bored?" His voice was a little nasally, which he hated, but it didn't stop him from raising it a bit, "You guys all realise that now he knows exactly where we live, right? He's been here twice, there's nothing to say he wouldn't lead anyone else right here. He's flaky, we can't trust him." His hands were starting to heat up, getting slightly itchy, and he bunched them into his jacket to ignore it. Losing it right now was not a good idea.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 28, 2017 12:55:16 GMT -5
{Not sure if I'll be able to reply when you're on, because I have to go to the dentist right now then go grocery shopping. :c}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 13:28:35 GMT -5
curse ur teeth ://// jk it's fine lol )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 28, 2017 13:51:23 GMT -5
Tom Ridgewell | Male | 20 | Can turn into a giant purple monster if angered enough. | Works as a youtuber. | N/A Matt Hargreaves | Male | 21 | N/A | Youtuber | Very vain Tom: Matt: Am I accepted?))
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 29, 2017 5:13:02 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Don't underestimate me." Marco crossed his arms over his chest, nodding. It was to be expected, as he'd turned it down once before. He had probably lost some of the group's trust, but that was fine. The ice wielder hadn't expected anyone to trust him, not after he had only been there twice.His mind had drifted off for a bit, but he heard everyone else speak. The boy heard all the good things about him, making him feel at least a little welcomed. Just the thought of being welcomed was nice, since it wasn't like he had any friends.When Otto spoke his mind, Marco's shoulders lifted up in a shrug."I did give it some thought, you know. Also, it's not like I came back alone, or even begging for that matter." He made a small motion in the direction of Everett, who was the one who lead him back on his own free will. Everett didn't have to say anything, and Marco didn't even have to follow now that he thought about it. Coming back just seemed like the right thing to do."Also, I heard that someone wanted to keep an eye on me, so that speaks for itself." He meant that Proctor either might have been interested in him, or wanted to watch him so he wouldn't act recklessly and get captured. Or she could have even been wanting to keep an eye on him for both reasons. At least I won't need anyone to 'babysit' me if I get in."Again, I've thought about it, and Everett helped persuade me. And I won't 'leave' when I get 'bored'. It isn't like I have a place to return to. Tch, I'll even prove my loyalty if you want me to." The criminal surprised even himself at times. But it was only natural that he would want to prove his loyalty."And sure I know where your hideout is. I did the first time, didn't I? If I wanted to, I could have rat everyone out already. But I have nothing to gain from it, and it would most likely lead to my own demise." Marco wasn't the kind of person to rat anyone out. He, too, worried about others. Even Otto, though he hated to admit it. He certainly feared being captured, and he was sure everyone else did too. Marco didn't want to be the one responsible for everyone's capture. It just wasn't the right thing to do. He had to show loyalty like a true man."But if you still don't trust me, I get it." The criminal stated afterwards, deciding to end with that statement. Alexandria Kaltman - "What a compelling argument!" Alexandria chipped in after the heated argument between Otto and Marco came to a conclusion. To her, everything became clear once Marco rested his case.
"I have to side with Marco on that one, I can tell he's speaking the truth. I would be fine with him joining." Was all she said, leaning back in her chair. So far, three people had agreed to let him join. Everett, Bisera, and her. Otto was the only one who refused for the time being. But who could blame the guy? Marco had came back with blood all over him. She knew deep down everyone had their own suspicions about the guy, but chose not to say it. He was almost a complete stranger, while the group was practically a family. But this always happened when someone joined the gang. Everyone usually felt a bit uneasy, deciding to keep an eye on the newbie on their own, as most people had a bit of trust issues, caused by being deceived or stabbed in the back at least once in their lives.
Anyway, she had came to her conclusion, so she remained quiet. Alex would let the others speak their mind first, listening to their arguments in case something came up that changed her mind about him. So far, the boy was able to hold his own, and he didn't make any reckless moves that he would regret. Like for example, using his powers indoors. It was clear that Otto and Marco both strongly disliked the other, and some verbal things were thrown about, but they knew their boundaries. And as a bonus, addressed all the concerns Otto had put on the table.
The part about proving his loyalty really grabbed her attention, earning a smirk from her. Hmph, so the boy wasn't all talk if he was willing to physically demonstrate for them.
{Augh I'm so sorry for how short it is! I didn't know what to say for the other two besides that they would agree to let Marco join, and my brain can't process anything right now anyway cause I'm like beyond tired. :L}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 6:30:22 GMT -5
◈ ---- "Well, that settles that."
◈ ---- The overall mood seemed to be that Marco would join, something she would've guessed, but still liked to be certain. Proctor could see Otto opening his mouth to further his arguments, and could almost hear his voice getting higher, and decided to cut him off before the tears started, "Everyone's given their two cents." She nodded, looking around everyone one by one, and ending on Marco, "Looks like you're in. Majority rules." She added, before Otto could go off on one.
She pushed herself off the chair and dragged a hand through her short hair, before extending it out in front of her to be shaken, "Welcome to Powerscourt, Marco. Glad to have you." He could be safe in the knowledge that this was true; Proctor rarely lied, and or even entertained the notion. She just never saw the point. She didn't mind that his skin was cold when she shook his hand, because few people here reacted the same way as normal folk did. Alex gave off a little shock when she was touched, Otto's hands were always uncomfortable warm, Bisera could turn her fist into a very large diamond, and Proctor herself knew exactly how much damage could be inflicted with bare hands alone.
"Come upstairs, I'll show you your room." The second floor had clearly been meant for offices, because unlike the first floor, there were walls and doors dividing each lot, and each door had the first letter of a name engraved into it. Instead of desks and files in the 'offices', they had been fitted out with a variant of different beds; all old and none paid for. One room even sprouted a hammock instead. There were a few touches that made each room unique to the owner, but they traveled light, and tried not to get attached to worldly possessions.
After the door marked with a neatly scratched 'E' was a blank door, and inside was a bed and a pole across the room for hanging clothes, "It's a bit bare right now, but if you've got stuff at your place you want to bring over, we can go back later and get it." The room had a big window facing the water, but unlike downstairs, it wasn't blacked out, "I'm at the end of the hall, and these walls aren't as thick as you'd think, so don't think I wouldn't hear if you get up to anything." She warned, pointing a finger at his face.
"Everett's next door, Val's across the hall. Need anything, go to them first, because I am going back to sleep. Bathroom's down there." She leaned out of the door frame and pointing at the space by the stairs, "Tomorrow, we'll go over rules, and you can go up to the third floor if you want to see where we practise, but right now, it's late." She was already backing out of the room, and god it was cold out here. Shame there were no fireplaces in any of the rooms. "Good night Blythe, sweet dreams." She tapped the doorpost on the way out, turned on her heel and headed to bed.
◈ ---- He felt relieved, to say the least. Honestly, it could be hard to pin these people down sometimes. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that there wouldn't be a problem, but Everett was an overthinker. It wouldn't have been impossible for things to have ended badly there. It was no big surprise that Otto had been annoyed, and the others could've gone either way, but they hadn't. Phew.
He was tired, after the healing from earlier, and in general the stress of being on watch for so long, and now that he was back, he just wanted to slip into bed. So he bid the others by the fire adieu and head up after the others, walking light enough up the stairs so that the metal barely made a noise. He could hear Proctor talking at the end of the hall, he'd forgotten that one of the empty rooms was the one beside his. Looks like the shadowing wasn't totally over.
When Proctor walked off, he was left hovering by his own door, uncertain of what to say. Was 'goodnight' a weird thing to say to Marco? She'd just said it, but that was mainly sarcastic. Everett doubted if Proctor ever felt nervous about anything she said. That must be nice. "Glad you came?" seemed the safest option, "They warm up quick, even Otto. Especially Otto actually, if we're being literal." He gave a tiny laugh at his own joke, hand fidgeting with his hair.
It's fine!! Just to let you know, I'm going on holiday this saturday, and I'll be gone for about a week. I might be able to get on once or twice, but they'll be short and probably wouldn't happen ^^'
Also, I rlly love these characters and I want to do one of those facial expressions challenges memes so give me a number and a letter for each of your characters c; though they may not get done until i'm back ~
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 15:37:12 GMT -5
I got my characters done!! Tho they look nothing like their acc face claims lol ~ Also I gave Proctor scars bc she's a really old oc of mine, and a million years ago, she was originally a werewolf, so in my head she always had scars, but I could never find the right model to faceclaim her. I was going to make Otto one of the angry ones, but in all honesty, every emotion that boy feels is a front for oncoming tears. Drawing blushing Everett was fun tho >;3c that poor boy is hopeless tbh
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 30, 2017 2:12:38 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Thanks." Marco nodded, feeling some pressure leave him as Proctor said he was in. When Proctor extended her hand out toward him, Marco gave her a firm handshake with a slight nod, as if to confirm he was going to become one of them.
"Glad to be one of you." Marco played off of her words, not sure exactly what else to say. It wasn't like he was going to celebrate.
As he followed her towards the spiral staircase, the boy took one final look around the place, and at everyone who was down there. Everyone seemed exhausted, and that was to say the least. Marco could feel his body getting heavier, as all he wanted to do was crash in a bed. It sure had been a long day, after all.
The second floor was rather large too, with a long hallway and rooms on either side. He took a look around the fairly empty room which was now claimed as his own. It was cozy, better than what he had before anyway. Before he came here, he had been staying in a small abandoned apartment with absolutely no furniture. This was pretty much an upgrade, with the bed at least. The guy didn't have and belongings either, all that was in the place was trash from the wrappers of food he stole. He didn't have any personal possessions besides his clothes, but those seemed a bit disgusting now. He noted that he needed to get some new clothes later.
"Got it." He gave her a thumbs up before she began walking to her room. He slipped off his hoodie, revealing a once white t-shirt which was now pretty much red underneath. Before Proctor reached her room, he stepped outside into the hallway.
"Bonne nuit ma chérie." Marco responded to her sarcastic comment with another sarcastic comment. At one point in his life, before he was a criminal, he had learned French. But it wasn't like he could remember much of it anymore. Tossing his black hoodie onto the bed, he stretched out his arms above his head, about to head back in and sleep on an actual bed.
He regretted taking his hoodie off now, however. It was twice as cold up here, and he ran his hands up and down his arms to try and create some warmth.
As Everett spoke, his eyes widened in surprise. He turned his head to see Everett, who seemed like he was about to go to bed as well.
"Well, it's because of you that I had another chance at joining. And for that matter, you also saved me from bleeding out." Marco ran a hand through his messy hair, a habit he had when he was embarrassed or nervous.
"So...thanks man. I owe you." Marco was completely serious with his words. One day he would pay Everett back, if he wanted it or not. But for now the guy formed a small, sharp icicle in his palm, proceeding to scratch the letter 'M' in the door with it, before letting the icicle melt. He couldn't really imagine a time when Otto warmed up to him, but who knows. If Otto was nice towards him, then he would do the same.
"Night." With that, the newest member of the group closed his door and headed straight towards the bed, moving his hoodie aside before crawling onto the comfortable mattress. He closed his eyes, pretty much falling straight to sleep.
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Marco slept for a good long while. He was catching up from the lack of sleep, and he felt at least somewhat safe, being surrounded by other people.
That wasn't to say that he had good dreams, though. He was a stressed guy, and his dreams mostly replayed all his fears of being captured. Today however, his mind was replaying when he got shot, and he could practically feel it all over again. That caused Marco to wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He remained sprawled out on the bed, however, not feeling like getting up yet unless he was called down.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 30, 2017 2:30:25 GMT -5
{I hope you have fun!!!!!! And no worries, you deserve to enjoy your time in real life lol. AND YOUR CHARACTERS LOOK SO GOOD ASDFGHJKL!!!!!!!}
Marco Blythe - E3
Alexandria Kaltman - A2
Valerie Byrne - A6
Jean Kirshner - B1
{Haha yeah it's hard to find the perfect picture. I feel you on that one. Also now that you mentioned scars I kind of want Marco to have a few scars on his face here and there too, cause he finds himself in trouble often ahaha. I just can't get over all the characters, they look so adorable!!!!!! c:}
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 5:02:58 GMT -5
◈ ---- "No problem." Everett, nodded a little, acknowledging the favour. And it wasn't a problem - it was his job, and he liked doing it. He turned and walked to his own bed, slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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The next morning he woke late, but felt better rested now than he had for days. Back when he was shadowing Marco, he'd had to adapt his own sleep schedule around his target's, and turns out that Ice Man could be a bit of a night owl. Everett wasn't an owl or a lark - he was sleepy, all the time, and his body cried out for joy when he woke up naturally.
The others must've been up too, because there was a fint din coming from down stairs and there were light peeking in through his faded curtains. At least it wasn't as cold this morning as it had been last night, though he still dressed quickly, and under the covers. Heading downstairs, it was comforting to see the familiar breakfast scene laid out, as if he'd never been away. Bisera was watching cartoons on her phone with a bowl of cereal that had dyed the milk in her bowl pink. Was that popping candy cereal? Never mind, he didn't want to know. Otto was frowning with concentration, trying to heat up his coffee with just his hand, which was currently a bright bunch of flames. If Everett squinted, he could see the outline of his fingers, but his focus was mainly drawn the the way the coffee was bubbling. Cursing, Otto set it down quickly, and started fanning it with his other hand, waiting for the flames to die out. Proctor must've still been asleep, because her own huge mug was dry and untouched.
"Good morning." He grabbed an apple from the fridge, wincing as the cold hit his teeth, "Otto, just get the extinguisher." Everett suggested, pointing to the new one in the corner when the cup of coffee situation was beginning to get out of control. Between Val and Otto, they went through a lot of extinguishers. Otto muttered and sprung up to get it, but not before he got a few glares in at Everett. Looks like he was still mad about Marco. Let him be, he'd get over it eventually. One day.
Thanks!! I liked drawing them c: I'll get started on your characters as soon as I get back ~ sorry this one's kind of bland, I had no idea what to type ^^' should we get a bigger plot going? like some kind of government agency is looking for them?)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 10:40:44 GMT -5
I got it done!! Turns out i totally forgot Proctor's anisocoria lol I gave Marco some scars and honestly?? he suits them
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jun 30, 2017 14:35:51 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "My stomach is an empty void." Marco just laid in the soft bed for a while with his eyes closed, enjoying the peace and quiet for once. At his old home, he always heard noises, rather it be animals or the faint voices of other people. But here, it was quiet. Just what he always hoped for. It wasn't like the quiet ever lasted, but he decided to enjoy it while it lasted.
The light from the sun was peeking though his window signaling that it was day, and with a sigh buried his face into the bed. This 'oh so dangerous' criminal hated mornings more than anyone else, but that was because he always stayed up dreadfully late. Sure he brought this upon himself, but he couldn't understand how anyone liked the morning in the first place.Sometime later he decided to force himself to get up, stumbling as he got out of bed. He was like a zombie in the mornings, with slight bags under his eyes and an expression that just read death. He made his way to the restroom Proctor pointed out, standing at the sink for a second. He proceeded to turn the faucet on and cup his hands, splashing water on his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Groaning as the freezing water hit his face, he quickly dried it off and headed downstairs where he could hear some familiar voices, letting him know everyone else seemed to be pretty awake and lively.His hair was super messy, but when was it not? It was sticking up every which way, making him almost look like a completely different person. Taking a look around the room as the boy stepped onto the first floor, he noticed everyone else had a fresh pair of clothes on. Must be nice, he thought. Marco wore the same thing as yesterday, just without the hoodie. Again, it wasn't a sight for the weak-stomached, as he looked straight up like a victim of a murder. The boy would die for some new clothes.
Marco didn't feel like putting back on his hoodie, however. Even though he loved his hoodie, which hid most of the scars running along his body, he just didn't want to go through the effort of pulling it over his head, since that required energy which he didn't have.He had almost forgotten what he was doing there at that moment, still half asleep. Suddenly, all the events of yesterday were flooding back into his mind, and he figured today might be pretty hectic in itself. It was his first day here after all, and he had yet to go over the rules and everything.When he saw that Everett was awake as well, he made his way over to him, not wanting to simply grab food. It just wouldn't feel right. Marco wasn't aware of the customs of the group yet, and he felt like if he just grabbed something, that would make him look conceited. He always made an effort to mind his manners, but he usually said the first thing that came to his mind, which half the time was sarcastic and therefore not all that polite."What's there to eat? I'm starving." Making sure to emphasize the last word to make it sound as dramatic as possible, he groaned. As if it was a cue, his stomach made a loud growling noise. The last meal he had was just a bag of salt and vinegar chips and an energy drink about a day ago. Everything had just prevented him from getting food, so now he was grateful for it. He was practically drooling at the smell of all the delicious food and coffee.Marco stood beside Everett, not wanting to just sit down in some random seat that could be someone else's. He leaned on one of the back of the chairs, eyes barely staying open while his stomach didn't stop making noises.
"Feed me." Marco joked to Everett, a grin spreading across his tired face.
{No worries, I feel the same way. And yes! They totally need the government searching for them! Or even surrounding them for that matter haha. We should discuss it first, but we do need some angst soon. ;P}
{THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!! I literally can't get over how cute they all are!!!!!! All the precious children look wonderful! I love them all! C:}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 11:19:41 GMT -5
just wanted to let you know that I'm back!! can't rely rn, but i should be on tomorrow c: )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 12, 2017 18:41:52 GMT -5
{Yay!!!!!!! Welcome back!!!!!!! C: And no worries, I'll be here! ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2017 13:28:24 GMT -5
◈ ---- "You are so uncouth."
◈ ---- It was a little strange to see someone new come into the 'kitchen' area, almost a little unnerving. Marco looked well rested, but messy, and the growls coming from his stomach were understandable. All the same, Everett leaned back against the ridge of the sink and huffed out a breath, "I got you here," He teased, "Feed yourself." He took a sip of his coffee, he wasn't much of a drinker when it came to alcohol, but that boy could put away gallons of caffeine.
Regardless of what he said, Everett reached round and opened the fridge; there was milk, some fruit and yoghurts and other foods that were only eaten at breakfast by the truly brave. "We've got cereal, tea and coffee too, if you want any." He offered, reaching in and pulling out an apple, "But I'd suggest starting with some fruit. You look like you haven't had a single vitamin in about five years." Surprisingly, Everett wasn't much of a health freak when it came to food, but he wasn't sure whether the extent of his abilities would cover scurvy. Better to be safe than sorry.
Bisera was eating cereal whilst watching a cartoon on an old tablet, but she somehow found a way to keep glancing up at Everett and Marco; not saying anything, just munching and staring. He was used to her by now, the girl was a little strange, he just hoped Marco wasn't too freaked out. Bisera's gaze was curious, but not hostile, unlike Otto, who was crunching at toast that he'd burnt to a crisp whilst glaring daggers at the ceiling, refusing to interact with anyone. Everett was glad he'd gotten dressed before coming downstairs; this silence would be hard enough as it was without having cold feet and the vulnerability of pajamas to worry about.
"You need new clothes, by the way." He added, finishing off his coffee, "You look like a homicide victim. And it's really unhygienic to be walking around in your own dried blood. You're all crusty." The healer pointed out, shaking his head mournfully. Bisera giggled at this, but she may have been listening to her show through her tiny white earphones, her gaze jumping back and forth. "We have a sort of communal kitty for things like this; we can spring you the cash for new clothes, if you need it."
I wasn't sure what to write here ^^' i'm still brain dead from the road trip lol I'm glad you like my drawing!! I love these characters sm tbh. They interact well with each other ;3c can't wait to start on possible government officials ~ )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 14, 2017 3:53:52 GMT -5
{Sorry I didn't reply tonight. I promise I'll do it tomorrow though! :3}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2017 9:58:05 GMT -5
it's cool ~ i might not be on tomorrow bc it's my friend's 18 and she's having a fancy dress party. it sounded a little cheesy at first but tbh??? i can't wait lol )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 15, 2017 4:20:34 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Alright Captain Obvious." "Ugh, fine." Marco rolled his eyes jokingly at Everett, responding to Everett telling him to feed himself.
Marco stared in the fridge, face to face with a bunch of 'healthy' food. But he was hungry, so it wasn't too much of a problem. He was so used to eating just chips or some dessert for a meal, but this would do. After spending so much time around the bad, sugary, food, he kind of craved it. Marco took the apple that the other boy was handing to him, taking a big bite out of it. At least it was a sweet apple and not bitter.
As he ate the apple, he moved to make himself some coffee. Marco was helplessly addicted to coffee, or any kind of caffeine rather. Once the coffee was made, he grabbed a glass and poured the liquid in, practically chugging it down. He had ended up devouring the apple too, and began raiding the fridge, pulling out a bunch of yogurt and fruit that nobody really seemed to care for. This was definitely a feast for Marco, who seemed to be enjoying it a lot.
He managed to wave at Bisera between scarfing down his food, not freaked out in the least. If anything, he hoped that nobody was freaked out by him, as he practically inhaled all that food at one time.
"Now you notice. You think I wanna walk around like this? I feel absolutely disgusting." Marco huffed, tossing all his empty yogurt containers and fruit pits in the garbage. His stomach was settled now, and he felt a lot better. He sure had a lot more energy too, which was just what he needed.
"And who needs money when you can just take stuff like I do? I don't have the time to stand in line and pay for things, y'know." Marco kicked back in one of the seats, hands behind his head. "I'll just run a few errands later." He decided, picking at some food in his tooth with his fingernail. He was mainly waiting for Proctor to come down, and quickly go over the rules and such so he could be on his way and get a fresh pair of clothes for himself.
{No worries, I don't really know what to write either whoops. We can timeskip either now or in a second. And I can't wait for some action too! ;>}
{Also haha, that works out then!}
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