Apokalipse Banned

**Eddie** Eddie’s cheeks burned like the fire of the depths of Hell and, to make matters worse, the butterfly from earlier landed on her cheek, seeming to mock her. “I gave you life and this is how you repay me?” Eddie snarls at it and it just twitters its wings before fluttering away. It was only then that she heard the voice of a girl and Eddie struggled to her feet, blowing hot air from her mouth. But, just as quickly, the anger and heat of her face disappeared and her face was impassive again. “I’m fine.” Eddie answered, totally monotone in hopes that she could recover from her depressing beef. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Eddie threw her nose into the air, and crossed her arms. She was better than the floor and this girl, that was for sure. To reiterate this fact, Eddie glanced back at the girl from down her nose.

“Call me when you get settled, okay?” Kaja’s mother said over the phone and the brunette could distinctly hear sobbing sounds in the background. “I can’t believe my _kochanie_ is all grown up!” "Mama, I’m only an hour away. You act as if I’m on the other side of the country. And tell Tata to stop crying, it’s embarrassing just to hear.” Kaja sighed, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear while dragging her suitcases behind her to the dorms. Kaja glanced down at the piece of paper in fingers that told of her dorm room and nearly dropped the phone "Tch, I’m on the fifth floor. _Cholerny.” _The eighteen year old said mostly to herself, but by the clucking of her mother’s tongue, Kaja realized her mom heard. "Watch your tongue, Kaja, before I smack it.” She reprimended and Kaja only groaned in response. "_Tak, tak_. No swearing, _zrozumiany_. Listen, mama, I have to go, I arrived to the dorms.” And true to her word, she did. Without waiting for the dreaded response of "I love you’s” and "call me’s,” Kaja quickly ended the call and shoved the phone into her pocket. She entered the building and dragged her suitcases up multiple flights of stairs until she finally made it to her dorm room. Digging the key out of her pocket, she struggled with the door, cursing multiple times, before jiggling it open. The door swung open and she was greeted with the sight of a boy and a girl. _Shit,_ Kaja thought. She was hoping that she would have the dorm to herself.

I'm gonna make Kaja be roommates with Jasmine, if you don't like that please tell me and I'll change it.

**Eddie** Hmph. Why did she have to be here with these losers? She didn’t need to attend this stupid assembly, she already knew everything. Maybe that was why she was drawing a butterfly with an ink and a brush on her hand, making it very Henna-styled. Eddie was obviously too awesome to listen to what these people were saying. She kept a straight-face, her lips only frowning slightly when a slight botch happened to her butterfly’s wing. When it was finished, she pushed her ink and brush into her pants, not caring if it got all over her jeans, and dug her finger into the palm of her hand, drawing blood. When she pulled away, the butterfly escaped her skin and became a new being. _I’m so cool._ Eddie thought to herself. Matter of fact, she was so cool that she didn’t need this stupid assembly. Eddie’s stomach growled angrily and, so, she decided that she would go to the cafeteria. Stalking away, strutting almost, she walked elegantly and beautifully. Well, until she tripped over a rock and fell flat on her face.

Poppy felt anger course through her: _not sexual assault?_ Ha, that was laughable. _Sexual assault is any type of sexual contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. Falling under the definition of sexual assault are sexual activities as forced sexual intercourse, forcible sodomy, child molestation, incest, **fondling**, and attempted rape._ Maybe they should have put more emphasis on the fondling. Even if it wasn’t done with sexual intention, it was still sexual contact. But Poppy wouldn’t say anything. No, not yet, especially since that girl didn’t get too bad of a punishment. However, it should be noted, that if that shadow-guy ever did that trick on Poppy, she would raise more hell than that. Yes, she would even seek out that Louise girl and if she didn’t do anything, she would go to the authorities and make sure he was expelled. Or, at least that’s what Poppy was telling herself. Since he didn’t do the trick on her, and the blonde was quite sure that he learned his lesson and never will, no one would ever know her reaction. Poppy probably didn’t even know her reaction. Sighing, Poppy smiled at Belle and nodded her head, fidgeting slightly. “Yeah, uh, let’s go somewhere. The library, uh, maybe?” She was quick to add, “Only if you want to I mean, we don’t have to go, I’m fine with anything. _Really.”_ Without waiting for a response, Poppy grabbed her pizza and a napkin – wise choice – and stood up, but not before knocking the chair backwards with the force of her stand. She scrambled to lift it back up on its legs and her bottom collided with the table behind her, hurting her tailbone in the process. “Fuck!” Poppy cried, standing up and dropping the chair, rubbing her sore behind.

I just want to make a note that what Michael did was, in fact, sexual assault even if his intent wasn't anything sexual. He touched her without her consent and, therefore, sexually assaulted her. I just wanted to point that out for future reference. c:

 She has light red hair and brown eyes, stands at 5'5" and has tanned skin. **Name:** Edeline Ackerman **Nickname:** Eddie **Age:** 16 **Gender:** Female **Powers:** Eddie has the ability to bring things from artwork and literature to life and is able to enter artwork and literature, using it to hide or to interact with the storyline. **Skills:** Ink painting **Hobbies:** Watching the clouds, reading, and visiting art museums **Personality:** Eddie tries to play as if she is a cold, emotionless girl which she can pull off relatively well. Well, if only her moments of dorkiness and sheer clumsiness didn’t ruin it for her. It is well-known in her family that she’s a walking mess; she falls everywhere, spills everything, bumps into all, and, through it all, maintains a nose in the air. She has a deep intellect and she is always reading too-much into things, often causing her to get into embarrassing situations. She is a perfectionist and needs everything perfect, but, at the same time, she is one of the messiest people you have ever met. She is also very ambitious. **Background:** The Ackerman family always had weird abilities, some were able to read the future and some were able to read the past, but it all had to do with something artistic. Well, it turns out that they are descendants of the Muses of Greek mythology. The Ackerman family’s abilities usually center around art. **Theme song:** [Strut by Adam Lambert](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkhVc6i000I) **Clubs:** Nope **Dreams:** Eddie dreams to take over the world (it’s a half-hearted dream, but Eddie figures that if she is going to dream, she will dream big)

 She has light red hair and brown eyes, stands at 5'5" and has tanned skin. **Name:** Edeline Ackerman **Nickname:** Eddie **Age:** 16 **Gender:** Female **Powers:** Eddie has the ability to bring things from artwork and literature to life and is able to enter artwork and literature, using it to hide or to interact with the storyline. **Skills:** Ink painting **Hobbies:** Watching the clouds, reading, and visiting art museums **Personality:** Eddie tries to play as if she is a cold, emotionless girl which she can pull off relatively well. Well, if only her moments of dorkiness and sheer clumsiness didn’t ruin it for her. It is well-known in her family that she’s a walking mess; she falls everywhere, spills everything, bumps into all, and, through it all, maintains a nose in the air. She has a deep intellect and she is always reading too-much into things, often causing her to get into embarrassing situations. She is a perfectionist and needs everything perfect, but, at the same time, she is one of the messiest people you have ever met. She is also very ambitious. **Background:** The Ackerman family always had weird abilities, some were able to read the future and some were able to read the past, but it all had to do with something artistic. Well, it turns out that they are descendants of the Moirai, or the Greek beings who would weave Fate together. The Ackerman family’s abilities don’t usually center around fate, but around the arts. **Theme song:** [Strut by Adam Lambert](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkhVc6i000I) **Clubs:** Nope **Dreams:** Eddie dreams to take over the world (it’s a half-hearted dream, but Eddie figures that if she is going to dream, she will dream big)

> I can't lie and say I'm not a bit anxious to start. But I also understand circumstances and I don't like to prod people to do things. But if we don't get this started soon, it will probably never start up. Well, we could always get it started and just have them jump in at a different time. I know it's unfair...buuuut...

To explain Poppy is all sorts of confusing: she’s oblivious, but shrewd; intelligent, but lacks common sense; friendly, but more awkward than a one-night-stand-gone-wrong and many other paradoxes that could be used to describe her. So, it would be hard to explain how Poppy didn’t quite grasp the situation that was happening before her eyes. Things felt…blurry to her. She wasn’t scared, even though it was clear that everyone else was, and maybe she didn’t quite understand what had caused the palpable fear in the room. People faded in and out as she changed her focus rapidly, her eyes not staying on one person for more than a few seconds before flitting to the next. Maybe she just had trouble processing the whole chaotic mess? But, there was one thing to be said: _she was nervous._ Not the nervous as she had been previously; those were just little flits of her anxiety acting up and her over-thinking. This, this was a horrible churning in her stomach and a rolling sickness in her heart. For a queasy minute, Poppy was afraid she would barf all over her pizza – and, god, not the pizza. Her leg bounced up and down with restless energy, the table vibrating with the movements – or maybe it was from Belle’s shaking that hadn’t quite made it past Poppy’s senses, but she was much too preoccupied with the icky-feeling to pay much attention to it. Maybe, to preoccupy herself, Poppy should focus more on Belle? Yes, that she would do. Poppy leans forward and whips a hand at Belle, not really attempting to hit her, but to gain her attention with the movement. Her hand falls flat onto the table and she bites her lip, wriggling her body apprehensively. “Uh, hey, um, are you okay? It’s, uh, okay to be scared, y’know.” Poppy mutters, though what to be scared of was lost on her. Perhaps it was that Louise girl. But what did it matter to Poppy? It was best if she just stayed a spectator: on the outside, looking in. Like always. Still, an undying curiosity was building up inside of her, just wanting to be released. Her desire to be there might be best left ignored as her gut-instinct was screaming at her to stay put and not draw attention to herself. Poppy twirled her fingers and decided to rely on her knowledge. _Justice (jəstəs),n,: the quality of being fair and reasonable_ Did this Louise-girl fit that description? She seemed volatile and, well, the girl who said “tough-luck” when you got bullied in the hallways. _Stereotype (sterēəˌtīp),n: a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing_ Poppy might just have been fitting her with a stereotype. She could be fair and reasonable – who was Poppy to know? The blonde gnawed on her lip until she tasted copper, chewing it while continuing to attempt to make sense of what was happening. Still, she drew a blank.