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**Hazel Barwicke - Dorsey Hall - Front Lawn** Her nap was short lived but enjoyable, a dreamless journey through a colorless sleep. Instead of the dreams that plagued her, thoughts filled her mind, making her feel heavy and drowsy, but at the same time oddly aware of her scheduel for the day. Once she awoke it would be straight to Ms. Sonata's (hopefully empty) classroom to discuss some club ideas hat she had been brewing, then directly after that Calculus. What came next became a blur as a sudden pain in her right arm sent her eyes flashing open, and the new, added weight on her chest almost sent her sprawling into a panic attack. The pain and heaviness was gone in an instant though, and as she sat up quickly a surprised voice beside her cried, _“Crap! I’m so sorry Are you okay?"_ Hazel glanced to her left, eyes smokey with grogginess and confusion at the sight of a dark looking girl. Hazel ignored the slight feeling of lack of naturalism she normally felt when in the halls with the rest of the students and instead tilted her head to the side, forcing a smile as she rose her hand to assure that she was fine. This was definitely a new face, though Hazel didn't exactly know many people to begin with, so it wouldn't help to yell or be rude towards her. Not if she wanted to be known as friendly to the rest of the school. With the normal forced politeness that she usually had, Hazel nodded towards the girl, smile widening only slightly, "I-I'm fine, really, there's no need to apologize." She shoved a clump of hair behind her ear, ignoring the fact that grass still clung to her back and hair. Hazel nodded once more, the final assurance that everything was perfectly fine, and as her gaze shifted slightly to the watch at her wrist, though she was much to focused on her politeness to actually read the time, "I'm, uh, the name's Hazel. Hazel Barwicke. Sorry, I don't think I've seen you around before?" Her fake smile widened just a tiny bit more, her anxiousness from before fading slowly as she continued speaking, but panic boiled up once she realized what time it actually was. Her (unplanned) meeting with Ms. Sonata! Ah, aaaah, it would be rude to leave this girl hanging, but she had to ask the music teacher about her club idea. Stress became evident on her face despite her smile, and her fingers jittered impatiently as she awaited the odd-feeling girl's reply.
I should have assumed the school had a band pfft, maybe I was just thinking that Northwood had a choir and an orchestra only. But yeah, I'm assuming it would be a gathering for music-oriented kids to hang out and perhaps set up some fun things to do, and there would obviously be times when they would preform at an open mic or something as a band that incorporates singing and instruments.
Yaaaay! Advisor pls! This'll be the best club ever tbh
Sadly not, sorry pal ):
WeLP, if it's quite alright, Thea, I'd like Hazel to start up some kind of music club which could double for a band. She's flexible with singing (mezzo-soprano level, though she hasnt had singing lessons for a few years now so shes a bit untrained) and instruments (being able to play guitar, piano, clarinet, sax, and most percussion instruments ((if you couldnt tell shes kind of a music prodigy, main reason for her acceptance into northwood)), but due to her anxiety she may stay behind the scenes, writing music or conducting unless a certain instrument is needed.
**Republic City 9:00 AM Green Heights Apartments - Jiyū Main Base** As the elevator doors began to open and close with workers and staff, Akira stood up, hands folded against her thighs as she awaited her new members. The new team mates walking in one at a time, and Akira's judgmental gazed cast over each and everybody that sat around the table. The first to arrive was apparently the only other female on the team, an earthbender named Terra. The first thing she seemed to notice about this younger woman was her gas mask, an odd fashion choice, though probably healthier one due to the city's horrid pollution. The mask came off after Terra sat down, though, revealing a young, pretty face to match her young, pretty eyes. Lips moved suddenly, a simple remark filled the air, and Akira nodded at Terra's question, the shadow of a smile present on her otherwise poker faced lips. The next person to come in was a lanky man. He was tall, yes, Akira was normally too aware of the heights of other people due to her own shortness. She had to stare up quite a bit to look the man in the face much to her annoyance, but he sat down as soon as he came in thankfully, leaving her to be the only one standing. He was a nice-enough looking man, with a friendly smile and bright eyes, and from his windblown hair Akira swore she could smell the city's winter air which always seemed to be a mixture of horrid smog and ice. This man's name was Jun, and he would be their airbender. Akira glanced up as the next man came in, the waterbender Tartok. Water Tribe blood was clearly rushing through his veins, anyone could tell with just a glance, but instead of the black or brown hair most would possess his was white, like snow. From his opening phrase Akira already felt as though she was talking to some old, polite grandparent, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. She shook her head in response, uttering a low "Nope, not late at all." Before allowing her eyes to fall upon the final member. The firebender, Kai. The final to enter, Akira looked him up and down with slight interest. He was young, probably the youngest out of all of them, meaning he would probably be a bit reckless. She couldn't determine his character as of yet, well, she couldn't determine _any_ of their characters yet, but it would be nice to assume. Once everyone was situated at the table, Akira rose her hand slightly, an act of gaining attention. Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest as she searched for opening words, and while her face was as stone cold as it usually was panic was filling her throat and head. Anxiety wasn't a common occurrence, mostly because Akira had gotten so good at avoiding those she didn't want to talk to, but now it seemed like the only thing she knew. She sucked in a breath suddenly, slowly, and held it for six seconds before exhaling, and then the words came after that, clear and concise thankfully, "Thank you all for coming today. Due to your various skills and backgrounds, our lovely finder, Tai-Mei, has picked you to be apart of a special part of Jiyū." Akira rose her hand, brushing back a strand of red-dyed hair as her eyes narrowed slightly, "we'll be in charge of many of the important hands-on missions for the Jiyū, in fact..." She turned slightly towards the large screen that was just behind her. A few taps on her watch and then a nod persuaded the screen to life, and instantly rows of information and pictures gleamed brightly. The two most used words on the documents were "avatar" and "Seekers". "We actually have a very big mission on our hands as of today. I'll be sending you the rest of the data via your phones, but for now I'll explain the specifics." Her eyes narrowed, leaning forward on the table as she examined each of their faces with slight hesitance, "there have been some... Rumors that the Seekers, whom you will learn more about in the data, have gotten their hands on the Avatar." Her face grew graver with each words, "And our mission, if you choose to accept it, is to either disclose this rumor as false, or save this poor sucker before the Seekers do anything to him. So," she straightened, forcing a small smile between a sigh, "any questions?"
**Hazel Barwicke - Dorsey Hall - Front Lawn** [Music Reference](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o10drRI3VQ0) "I was following the - I was following the - I..." Hands beat against knees, one, two three four. A simple quadruple beat, quiet and clear as it beat against Hazel's legs and chest. Snaps varied around the beat, and from her mouth came a clear sound. She was singing a rather melancholy song named White Winter Hymnal, and from the blank stare of her eyes and drooping of her shoulders, she obviously wasn't very focused on what she was doing. If one was to listen closer, they might notice that the beat was a bit off tempo, and her voice was obviously being strained as she forced every lyric forward. To be honest, Hazel wasn't exactly sure why she had decided to go outside. Perhaps she had gotten tired from the imagines in her mirror, or maybe the faint whispers from the dorm building's only phone were starting to drive her a bit mental. "I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats, with scarves of red tied round their throats..." Red. Blood red. Around their throats, blood red. Dead Ah right. Something else was bothering her. The dream. A while ago, a few months (Weeks? Days? She had forgotten truly) before Hazel had transferred in, there had been a spontaneous death. A girl named Helen Schwartz had been found dead by the lake. Hazel had been naive to this case until recently, after she dug and dug through rumors and gossip until everything seemed clear to her. She had never had the pleasure of talking to Helen, no, she had never seen the girl once in her life. Well, at least, in her waking life. Dreams, on the other hand, showed this Helen Schwartz as an energetic, sweet girl. A girl Hazel might have liked to get to know. The images of the girl while she was alive were brief, lasting a mere hour in real time, and they were blurry and smudged, making it hard to make out the scenes. Then the scenery would change. The sepia tones of the school turned green. She was walking through the woods, towards the lake, blindly wandering passed the trees and bushes. Through the branches the blue lake was visible, glimmering in the half-light of the dream, and as the shrubbery began to thin out she was there. Mangled. Wet. Dirty. _Dead_ "To keep their little heads - from falling in the snow, and I turn 'round and there you go..." The picture was like a watercolor painted, uneven and much too heavily mixed. She could make out the body, the redness of blood, the blue of a dress, and the awkward angles of the arms. Helen's face was completely erased, and whenever Hazel attempted to reach down and feel the body she woke up, sweating and panting like she would during a panic attack. The insomnia came after that, and she had only recently managed to quench her stress after discovering Helen's name and story. Even now, though,s he was horribly distracted. Those stupid dreams of her's, why did they happen, what were they trying to tell her? Was it intuition, deja vu, what was wrong with her head. "And Michael you will fall -" Her hands slapped her thighs and fingers snapped lightly, her voice tightened and rose as she barely hit notes that she could do naturally if only she was focused. No, her mind was still wandering and worrying, and yet her mouth moved as if it were the only thing she knew. "And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime..." And variety of slaps and snaps came next, a constant rhythm that then persuaded her to 'ooo' melodically. She then repeated the same verse, keeping her voice constant and the beat still slightly off tempo, but this time her eyes began to wander, focusing on the campus of Northwood Academy, or, at least, half of it. The lawn was green, much like the scattered or far of trees, and there was a silence that only a few could experience if they either had a free afternoon or skipped classes entirely. Few students were around, most seemed to be in class or asleep in their dorms, and from where Hazel sat she could just make a few silhouettes from the windows of the main building. Above her, the sky was clear and bright blue in color, and the sun was burning her arms and ears, still not ready to loose its summer intensity. Her voice soon trailed off, the song ending abruptly as she stared up at the pretty sky with dreamy eyes. It was a nice day, almost too nice, and as the warm September air surrounded her and the smell of grass blinded her she let herself fall back, messy hair gathering on the lawn below her. Sleep came suddenly, almost uncharacteristically quick, and she was out in a second, breathing softly as the announcements finally buzzed to life.
I feel as though Hazel would start/join a sort of musical club. Maybe an in school band or just a basic music club, anything could work with her. I'll be posting in either today or tomorrow btws~
Sorry sorry I had something to do. Midterms coming up so next post may be Friday night or Saturday afternoon
"Did you see that?"
A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally make-up-less, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's thin face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back. Name: Hazel Barwicke Age: 16 Year: Third Year Normal or Supernatural: Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena. Personality: Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Hazel rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or drink during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being. Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science. Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them. Bio: Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually. The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick. These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school. How You Came to the School Transferred in at the end of her sophomore year. Preferred Dorm: Dorsey Hall
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