Airalin

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Lyra's eyes went as wide as saucers as an older boy offered to let her eat from his plate. Cheeks blazing and voice going shrill, she said, "That's not appropriate! Notnotnot! A lady must not eat of another person's plate!" Her stomach growled more persistently than ever. That bacon smelled really, really good - it had been a while since she'd had a proper meal. But she couldn't eat it. Absolutely not!

She looked over the boy and frowned. He looked perfectly ordinary, and was wearing casual clothing, yet he had answered her call for a waiter. That must be what he was - the waiter. That nonsense about this place being self serve couldn't be true. She had been sent her, and a girl of her stature was not to be carrying trays around. It was enough of an affront that she had to carry her teapot!

Pouring herself another cup of grape soda, she said, "Please go get me another of what you have. If you try to deceive me into serving myself again, I will certainly put an a complaint to Miss Dawson. And add a chocolate chip muffin. And a cupcake for dessert." She turned away from the boy and took a sip of her soda. She scowled; it had grown warm. It didn't taste nearly as good when it was warm!

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Someone play with silly Lyra in the cafeteria! xD

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

I blinked my eyes open only to find darkness.

Hastily, I turned on my bedside lamp and looked my body over. No scratches, no wounds... nothing. It had only been a dream. A dream where that horrible monster had slowly torn me to shreds.

I had to leave. There was no other way. The more distance between myself and the necklace, the better. The house itself might prove to be a danger, too - based on the apparitions that had appeared while I was in my coma, it was almost certainly haunted.

Perhaps if I spent some time in one of my distant estates I would have the opportunity to recover my sanity, the necessary peace and quite to think clearly and come to a rational decision about how to deal with this necklace. I was a fool to have stayed in this house as long as I had after it had manifested itself before me.

I had always wanted to go to England - that would be a suitable destination. I glanced at the clock by my bedstand. 5:22 A.M. With luck, I could have one of my private jets ready to transport me by this afternoon.

I looked through my papers eagerly. How exactly was I supposed to get in contact with these people...?

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Suddenly, the picturesque little scene Lyra had created for herself was disrupted. Her stomach rumbled. How annoying! She hadn't had any breakfast, of course - she didn't even know how to make anything for herself - but she had really hoped her need to eat could wait a while. Nonetheless, the sensation persisted.

Grumpily, she downed the rest of her grape soda before stretching out her limbs and climbing to her feet. She picked up her teapot and cup, of course - she would need those in the cafeteria. Nowhere seemed to ever serve grape soda, so if she didn't bring her own, there would be nothing for her to drink!

For a few long moments, Lyra stood still despite her stomach's growling. Yes, she was hungry, but in the cafeteria, there would be people. Lots of people. She hated people! Of course, they would probably pay her no mind. Compared to some of the oddballs she had seen here, her appearance was downright normal. But that was the problem - among so many weirdos, she might stand out specifically because her appearance was so unremarkable.

Eventually, she sighed and began her trek toward the cafeteria. She left her blanket behind; she couldn't carry it around as well as her teapot, but if someone took it, there would be hell to pay!

It took Lyra the better part of half an hour to actually find the cafeteria. She was totally new here, of course, and she had never been any good at remembering directions. By the time she shambled into the room, her cheeks were red, and sweat was trickling down her face. She felt repulsive - but her hunger had heightened, too, and could no longer be ignored. She had to eat, right away!

Her eyes flicked straight past all the weirdos already seated, eventually landing on a table that was vacant. She scurried over to it and took a seat. There was something distinctly off about her surroundings. People were carrying trays, but everyone holding one ended up sitting in front of it for a long time.

Irked, Lyra couldn't stop herself from raising her voice a bit. "Waiter!" she called, "I'm really, really, hungry, you know!"

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Time to get into lots of trouble, I hope! ^.^

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Was this supposed to be a punishment?

Lyra held her teacup to her mouth and took a dainty sip of the grape soda within. The lake was beautiful; the water sparkled in the sunlight and the grass seemed so green along its banks.

The weird people who had put her to sleep and delivered her here had been looking at her as if she were a monster. She had expected to be strapped to a hospital bed or something, not put in a place like this. Yes, it was a cage, but it was a far larger cage than the one she'd lived most of her life in. She'd only been here a day, but she already knew it was going to be more fun here than it had ever been at home.

As she laid on her blanket by the lakeside, head propped up by her arms, she kicked her feet back and forth, enjoying the sensation of her flip-flops bouncing this way and that. She had chosen a sky blue sundress for her first outing, and she found it just perfect. No one had bothered her all day long, even though she looked so pretty! She could only suppose being hit on in real life wasn't quite like on TV. Oh well! There would be plenty of time to play around later. She still had her abilities, after all. She wasn't supposed to use them, but in a place like this, who was really going to stop her?

The memory of being stung by one of those tranquilizer darts made her wince.

Lyra shifted until she was sitting cross-legged on her blanket and carefully poured more grape soda from her teapot into her empty cup. For now, there was no need to worry about being attacked again - no one here had come to hate her yet. For the moment, she was blissfully alone.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Name: Lyra Mistly

Age: 16

Powers: 1. Infinite Sorrow: When activated, those within 5 yards of Lyra think their darkest thoughts and recall their most painful memories. For each person who experiences this effect, Lyra's other abilities temporarily become more powerful. Lyra can activate this ability for long periods of time and with little effort. However, it cannot be activated while she is asleep or otherwise unconscious. Lyra herself is immune to this effect.

2. Boundless Insanity: Lyra can manifest and manipulate an energy that does a small amount of damage to and repels those who are hit by it. More importantly, her victims' view of reality is temporarily distorted; they see things that would drive them to despair. The duration and extent of this ability increases when Lyra had recently inflicted Infinite Sorrow on many people. When she has not done so at all, the delusions are incredibly weak.

Weapons: None

Bio: Lyra grew up in a wealthy household. Both of her parents were high ranking executives at lucrative firms. As a result, Lyra was all but entirely raised by an elderly woman named Joyce who served as her nanny. As per Lyra's parents' instructions, Joyce saw to it that Lyra got all the toys and clothing she wanted. However, Joyce was to be Lyra's private teacher as well as her caregiver; she was the only person who Lyra regularly saw. She became Lyra's only connection to the world.

When Joyce died, Lyra descended into a pit of deepest despair. Her loss changed her, twisted her. The once sweet but shy girl became callous, aggressive, and insane. That was when her powers began to manifest.

Poor Mommy and Daddy never saw their brutal demises coming.

Dreams/Wishes: To be unconditionally loved

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Evil

Siblings (If Any): None

Pets (If Any): None

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Well, I just started anyway, so I have no objections to a reboot. xD

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Was this supposed to be a punishment?

Lyra held her teacup to her mouth and took a dainty sip of the grape soda within. The lake was beautiful; the water sparkled in the sunlight and the grass seemed so green along its banks.

The weird people who had put her to sleep and delivered her here had been looking at her as if she were a monster. She had expected to be strapped to a hospital bed or something, not put in a place like this. Yes, it was a cage, but it was a far larger cage than the one she'd lived most of her life in. She'd only been here a day, but she already knew it was going to be more fun here than it had ever been at home.

As she laid on her blanket by the lakeside, head propped up by her arms, she kicked her feet back and forth, enjoying the sensation of her flip-flops bouncing this way and that. She had chosen a sky blue sundress for her her first outing, and she found it just perfect. No one had bothered her all day long, even though she looked so pretty! She could only suppose being hit on in real life wasn't quite like on TV. Oh well! There would be plenty of time to play around later. She still had her abilities, after all. She wasn't supposed to use them, but in a place like this, who was really going to stop her?

The memory of being stung by one of those tranquilizer darts made her wince.

Lyra shifted until she was sitting cross-legged on her blanket and carefully poured more grape soda from her teapot into her empty cup. For now, there was no need to worry about being attacked again - no one here had come to hate her yet. For the moment, she was blissfully alone.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

I sent a short message out to all of the companies that had been bothering me. It read as follows:

"Hire someone else to make decisions for you. I don't know what I'm doing."

That would have to be enough for them, because I had no intention of micromanaging five companies. It was stressful enough to just read their mail!

Still in my pajamas, I powered on the latest system and chose a game to distract myself from my troubles. It was ridiculous that someone as rich as I had to be under such stress, and I was not going to tolerate it. I had already gone through more than enough! If necessary, I would take a long vacation, far from any of my properties, somewhere all my stupid underlings couldn't bother me. Even if all I did was sit alone in my hotel room, I would be far better off than I was dealing with all these pests!