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Northwood Academy

Forum Roleplaying: Uh... I started when I was 9? On a site called Neko Kyugyay, tbt, and I haven't truly stopped sooo nine years now? That's a lot of writing.

I've done tumblr rping once and rp on skype with friends sometimes so I guess I just write too much for the time I have.

Northwood Academy

Aiden Carren and Luca Agnelli
12:50 PM; Northwood Library

Unlike the halls, which were open and often filled with swarms of people, the library was enclosed and quiet. Though there was an after-class buzz in the center of the complex room, Aiden found herself hiding among the tight shelves, following the few ghosts who wandered aimlessly with curiosity shining in her eyes. A new environment meant that she had to examine the new (dead) faces around, and though it may seem sad for her to be approaching invisible people rather than living ones it made complete sense in her head. The spirits around her were like the ones in the hall, silent and prodding. Some would walk away, turn to stare at her, then return to her side and repeat. Others would attempt to poke her or D, eyes glossy with fear and mouths moving yet wordless.

After sometime of endless wandering through the dusty aisles, Aiden found herself staring out a window, blankly examining the students that wandered the lawn below as she allowed her mind to wander, hoping to spur some language from the spirits surrounding her. The only word she managed to notice however was from Diana; 'danger'. That's ominous. Aiden tore her eyes away from the outside and turned to stare at the young girl clinging to her arm, eyebrow raising in confusion. The girl shook her head slowly, eyes slowly growing with terror, and Aiden simply turned away, pulling her arm loose,

"You have to stop, okay? I'm stress enough; I've talked to more ghosts than real people for God's sake! Please just calm do-" Aiden froze mid-rant, her already hushed voice seemingly drowned out by an unfamiliar buzz. The Northwood spirits were no longer simply silent, and their eyes were wide and frightened as the air hummed with an unnatural feeling. Aiden backed up slightly, ignoring the feeling of coldness at Diana hid behind her shoulder, and as the clock ticked over to one o'clock, they began to vanish. Fading into nothing, their mouths a gap as if they were screaming, and then only Diana as left clinging to her. Aiden was frozen with shock and confusion, hands furiously tightening and relaxing against the cross necklace on her chest. The library was practically silent now, the dark aisle now filled with mid-day light that hit the dusty air and sent shimmering specks across the still picture in front of Aiden's eyes. She was too far from any other students to hear their gossip, and the sound of her own beating heart filled her ears with thick pulses. It was so quiet, a deafening quiet that made her feel sick.

This wasn't natural.

Aiden took a deep breath, head slowly turning to check on the small shape of Diana, and seeing the small girl gave her a brief moment of relief. It wasn't anything to do with her 'gift', no, it was the ghosts themselves. These Northwood spirits were entirely too different from the ones back home, or from the airport, or anywhere that wasn't Northwood. Aiden let her knees give out as a sudden burst of stress made her chest feel heavy with panic. She slide to the cold floor, eyes focusing on the dust-filled air while her ears tried to seek out any kind of sound that could possibly comfort her own beating heart but nothing came to mind.

In another effort to calm her panic, she pulled a hefty tome from the shelf to her left, but instead of opening the ruined cover instantly her sights settled on the space left behind. There was a hazel eye watching with no discernible emotion in its depths, nestled in the gap between two other thick, tattered books. Someone watching from the other side, bent over backwards just to watch a nervous breakdown? “Psst… Are you okay?”

"O God!" Was her initial reaction, shoulders hitching up with surprise at the unexpected voice. Aiden sucked in a deep breath after a moment, rolling the shoulder Diana was still clutching to tightly, and then with a shaky voice she whispered,

"I’m fine, just, uh. There was a bug…? It scared me, that’s all." She cocked her head at the single eye, the faintest shadow of a bemused grin painting her lips, "besides that, what are you doing peeking one a stranger?" With a shuffle of movement behind the bookcase as the figure pulled the other text out to reveal a thin mouth without even a twitch of humour and brows drawn together in utmost seriousness.

“I’m an expert bug hunter, apparently. How can I help?” Aiden felt her head tilt slightly, her beating heart quickly being replaced with curiosity at the odd yet pretty girl before her. She took a moment to stand, once again rolling her shoulder before waving her hand towards the bookcase to her right,

"I should be fine now, though. Crawled under the, er, shelf." Aiden’s accent faltered slightly, her lie stand clear among the tall, quiet shelves, and then with a quick change of pace she shifted to her other hip, hands quickly tangling in her loose hair as she nodded towards the newcomer with unfamiliar eyes,

"I’m sorry, I’m a bit skittish. Name’s Aiden. Aiden Carren. And you?"

“Luca. Pleasure.” The girl smoothed out her skirt, fidgeting uncomfortably. “What are you doing here then?” Aiden tilted her head at the question, then slowly rose the large book that was still in her left hand, nodding towards the tome with general disinterest and slight annoyance at the girl’s nosey question,

"reading, what else would I be doing?" She rose her nose slightly, but her eyes twinkled with the satisfaction of having a conversation with someone living. Maybe this could be her first friend…? Aiden took a step forward, shoving the book back into the shelf at random, and with a small cough she held out her hand, forcing a small smile,

"Sorry, that was rude of me. Nice to meet you, Luca. This your first time at Northwood?"

Luca blinked owlishly but shook the offered hand. “This is my fourth year. I must be invisible.” Aiden tilted her head at the answer, shaking hands gently before letting her fist drop to her side. Then she shrugged, smiling ever so slightly,

"not invisible, only unnoticed. It’s actually my first and last year here after all. Can’t expect me to know anyone on day one."

“I think if you’re wanting to know people, the library isn’t the best place for it. As far as I know, nobody comes here. These books haven’t been touched. Ever.” Luca took a seat on the edge of one of the study tables, legs crossed and grass-stained ballet flats marking up the clean wood. “I could take you out to meet my friends. Friend. Singular.” Aiden shifted towards the smaller girl, opting to stand rather than sit down with her, and then tilted her head at the girl’s comment. She hadn’t exactly gone to the library to meet friends, she had come to… Right. Her eyes flashed across the area once more, hands fiddling with the cross around her neck, and still no spirits could be seen save for the small girl hiding behind her back. It was odd, unusual. Scary. But perhaps now she had some time to meet the living, no use worrying about people that were no longer around.

It was probably nothing to worry about, after all.

"Would you really be willing to do that?"

“Yeah, of course,” Luca said nonchalantly. “It’ll be like a girl’s club. Made up of three. Me and Amy aren’t super popular, y’know?” Aiden nodded quickly, smile widening slightly as she felt some of her new-school-teenage-anxiety-stress melt away. Friends would be nice, and social standing never mattered to her anyway. She was always known around her old school as a nerdy book worm anyway.

"That sounds like fun, actually. It’d be a pleasure to meet her and get to know you two..." Aiden blushed slightly at her polite response, hands now reaching up to toy with her hair.

The girl nodded. “Rad. Amy’s already seen all my card tricks, so it’ll be nice to have someone new as a test subject.” Complete, deadpan sincerity. “We’re in Floor 3, Room 1 so drop by, aight?”

"Y-Yes, of course. Sounds like a plan." Aiden was no visibly confused by this girl’s offbeat personality. It was almost like talking to an emotionless child, completely flat yet definitely sincere. What an odd girl.

"I’ll see you around, then?" She asked quietly, eyes upturning to meet Luca’s dead on.

“Probably.” A small smile, possibly the most human-like gesture yet. Aiden noticed it instantly, and let loose a beaming grin back. At least Luca wasn’t totally weird, that smile proved it. She let her grin drop to just a simple smile, and then with a shift of her shoulder and a wave of her hand she vanished back into the aisles, heading towards the exit with a small farewell and a slight skip in her step. Conversation seemed to have taken her mind off of the missing ghosts for the mean time, and perhaps that was for the better.

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig?

im glad i brought an umbrella that sky is looking rather dreary

Gentle hands tightened aggressive around the handle of a maroon umbrella, and green eyes stared blankly out at the moving scenery surrounding the train. Gray skies filled her vision, endless swirling clouds that were definitely not unusual for the UK, though to the Lady in Red it was basically alien. Home sickness was quick to fill her chest, the blazing Spanish sun would definitely out beat a creaking, musty train ride. In fact, absolutely anything else would be better than the current anxiety she was experiencing. Her hands loosened as her eyes dropped to stare at the scuffed floor beneath her feet, and the Lady in Red felt her throat close in fear as she remembered the letter she had received a mere day or two before.

Blackmail.

It wasn't her first time experiencing something like blackmail, and it wasn't her first time traveling to try and settle a disagreeing situation like this, but this particular blackmail was worrying. No one should know about this part of her life. No one should have such... Damning information. Her eyes rose to connect with her bag, a rather boring black purse that seem nearly empty, but it held everything she had to offer to try and fix this error. And she was going to do everything in her power to stop this Mr. Jig from ruining her life.

The Lady in Red straightened her back, smoothing the creases in her dress as she let her eyes connect with the other passengers in the train. It was nearly empty, very quiet, and everyone seemed somewhat... Off. No use try pry, though. The English were never very talkative anyway, she'd probably be told to 'fuck off and mind your own business'.

God, she wanted to go home.

By the time they had finally pulled up to the station her phone was completely useless. No service, and due to her forgetfulness, almost no power. She slipped the smartphone back into her purse as she sashayed off the train-car and into the white-lit station. Two or three people exited the train with her, and that was it. NO one else dared to follow, in fact, some gave them a few wary glances. Odd. Her attention shifted from the glances to the station in a matter of moments, though. It was old, just like the inside of the train had been, and buzzed with an uncomfortable silence that could drive anyone mad. The Lady in Red shifted to and fro, stepping away from the general crowd that had gathered within the walls, and watched as an older woman rang the bell at the ticket counter countless times. There was no one here besides the other passengers on the train.

No wonder that man back at the first station had given her such an odd look when she told him her location. Pryrush was bare and lonely, no one wished to visit and no one cared to stay. Perhaps these few people around her were all on the same boat as she, and they were simply following directions.

The directions, of course, were to sit and wait for further instructions.

might as well get to waiting then

The Lady in Red crossed the platform quickly, heels clicking on the old concrete, and she took a seat on one of the many benches. Her umbrella rested on her lap, while her purse slide to the floor without a sound, and she tilted her eyes to the ceiling and stared into space, awaiting a sign from who knows who to go do who knows what.

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig?

@Jig I might not be able to post till Saturday since my prom is tonight and in heading down the shore after, but if I have any free time I'll try and work something out <3

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

くコ:彡 im "squith" ya

(squid with ya)

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig?

Lady in Red

• She's a short but pretty woman, with a curvy body and a rather elegant way of walking.
• Noticably Hispanic. Has a very thick Spanish accent and speaks pretty basic English. Often breaks into Spanish phrases when words evade her.
• Overly polite, maybe a bit too quiet at times. Stares often.
• Wearing: A matching red dress and hat. Large black heels, and expensive-looking golden bands on her wrists.

Shrugs

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig?

I am here

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Wildchild" Vagabond

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The snapping branch had frightened him, almost made him shout out loud, but Wildchild felt reassured by the other Scully's hand in his. Dry lips pursed as the two managed to settle on a sturdy branch together, and then with only a slight shiver he stared about the forest below. It was lovely to say the least; red and gold and orange leaves gathered below their tree, gleaming in the mid-day sunlight. The air was less dense up in the air, it rather felt good against his warm face and smelled of distant rain storms and sunlight. It made Scully feel... Serene. Calm.

That's new.

He glanced towards the nest when the other boy pointed it out, heading cocking to the side curiously. It was a sturdy little thing, woven tightly together with string and small branches and hay. As it was just above their eye level seeing inside would be near impossible, unless one of them stood, and Wildchild wasn't that wild. He shrugged in response, nodding towards the view before them,

"That's pretty cool and all, but I'm more floored by this view," he pointed at the colorful drop before them, and that at the far off edge of the town that hated his guts, "it's pretty amazing." He sat back, only slightly, and slow lifted his hands from the branch below him, examining the red palms he obtained from gripping the wood far too hard. They hurt, but not as much as his lip or knuckles. He rubbed them on his jeans, stiffening slightly as the branch dipped for a moment, and then he turned to the other Scully, eyebrows raising slightly,

"So... Do you do this often?" He motioned to the trees around them, obviously curious of the other Scully's hobbies and habits.

Northwood Academy

Aiden Carren
6:45 AM; Northwood Academy Halls

"What has been bugging you lately?" Silence met the question, the clicking of flats on linoleum the only sound worth noting in the empty hallway. Aiden's eyes didn't quite relate to her noiseless surroundings, though, they instead focused on something that wasn't there, gleaming bright with quizzical light. They shifted as her unseen conversation partner probably did, and though her eyes gleamed with intense curiosity her face was simply a blank slate. Stoic and pale in the low-wat lighting.

"Why are you acting so strange, it's annoying." She swatted at something no one else could see, turned her head forward and quickened her stride down the hall, turning a corner until she was faced with another empty brick wall. Where the hell was the music room? Her hand traveled to her sling bag, clenching around the map of the school she had been given just the day before. Much to her annoyance, Aiden had wandered in the complete opposite direction of her first classroom, and with a huff she turned, traveling back down the hall with slightly quicker steps.

Around her, at least, through her eyes, a collection of discolored people followed. Some were simply floating in her wake, staring ahead with their usual big, glossy eyes, but others were attempting to poke her, hands reaching forward ad then backing away with sudden shyness. They were all so silent, not even attempting to whisper to her, and there was fear burning in their eyes. It was unusual behavior, but the most unusual part about all of it was the fact that the one ghost that always clung to her, a small girl she named Diana, was doing this as well.

"D, don't copy these new guys. They're weird." The child shook her head slowly, hands clasping at the hem of her nightgown, and then simply clung onto Aiden's right arm as she usually did. Diana was one of the few ghosts that would follow her everywhere; the only one from back home that clung to her all the way to America. She knew everything about the child, her habits, her way of pulling pranks, her immense psychic power, and seeing her act so frightened amidst all these new faces caused a bit of anxiety to dwell in Aiden's chest.

no no dont let this stress you out its a new school new life youll be fine perfectly fin-

Having your thoughts cut off was an odd feeling, but Aiden experienced it so suddenly as her eyes connected with a familiar face. A woman stood at the end of the hall, looking unnaturally familiar, almost like her mother, and she was staring forward with such terrified eyes. Distraught, Aiden took a step back, then tilted her head as she realized the ghost wasn't approaching. There was silence, save from the sudden harsh buzzing from the surrounding spirits, and then with a shake of her head she stepped towards the unusual ghost slowly, making sure to keep her eyes soft and kind.

As she got closer to the spirit, prepared to accept another soul into her dead posse, the shadows suddenly seemed to grow, and just as she was an arm length away from the spirit she vanished, swallowed by the sudden darkness behind her. Aiden let out a surprised yelp at the action, tumbling back into a crouch as her eyes stared wildly at the spot where the ghost had stood. Around her, the others were oddly still, staring at her and humming with excited, frightened energy, and Diana clung to her right arm with a cold grip.

"That... That was... That was new." She whispered, mostly to herself, straightening with no trouble. Her eyes glanced across the hall again, hoping no one caught sight of her embarrassing act, and then with another glance at the map still clenched in her fist she continued towards the music room, feet now gliding across the floor with a light jog.

Northwood Academy

Aiden Carren

Age:

17

Year:

Senior

Appearance:

A fully Irish child, Aiden is cursed with pale white, easily burnable skin and thousands of dark freckles that dot her cheeks like stars. Her hair is thick, red, and just barely reaching her mid back, and the wild mess can often be found tied tightly into a braid. Her eyes are a stormy green, often concentrated on work, but they seem to stare off into space often. She is relatively pretty, if not a bit prudish, and is always seen wearing long sweaters and skirts (mostly because she has to hide her bruised skin). Her lips are often curved down into a frown and she can always be found stroking her hair or fiddling with her cross necklace when nervous.

Ability / Power / Creature:

Ever since she moved into the "big house", Aiden has been able to see and attract ghosts. Apparently she gives off a certain aura or energy that spirits are drawn too, making her the victim of many paranormal happenings. The ghosts are effected by her mood, so if Aiden is angered or frightened telekinetic accidents are bound to happen. Due to always being surrounded by different ghosts and spirits Aiden can often be seen staring into space or talking to herself. If she is also left unprotected (example: her cross necklace is lost) then the ghosts can often be found trying to possess Aiden, and a possessed Aiden is something no one wants to see.

Biography:

Dublin, Ireland was where Aiden grew up. Their first house was small and wooden, the floors sleek with polish and the walls lined with grout and stone. Outside lights hung from the street poles and children played among the cobblestone streets. It was a nice house, roomy but comfortable, and there were no whispers from the walls like at school or her friend's house. It was perfect for Aiden.

The move happened during her eighth summer. Father had suddenly gotten promoted which meant they would be moving closer to the center of the city. Where all the big houses stood, gaping coldly against the smoke-filled streets of Dublin. When she first entered their new home, a three-story manor with at least four balconies, she instantly saw another child standing on the steps. They were oddly dislocated from the world, appearing almost dull gray against the vibrant brown behind them, and when she attempted to say hello the child would not speak back. Only stare. Her mother didn't seem to notice the child either, and even walked through them like they were simply an apparition.

And they were.

Aiden was kept awake at night by ghostly whispers and unfamiliar faces. They tried to speak to her but no words could form at their lips, and their eyes always stared. The ghosts were attracted to her body, they found it warm and welcoming, and constantly Aiden found herself being possessed. The possessions never lasted long but she almost always ended up hurting her body, either unintentionally or not. Her parents sprung into action when Aiden nearly smothered her young brother at the age of eleven, and they found that the ghosts were kept somewhat at bay with Christian symbols and prayers.

After basically drowning their daughter in religion she was sent off to school, where she graduated middle school with high honors and entered high school with absolutely no friends and no future plans. It was in her senior year of high school that she was summoned to Northwood Academy, and with a slight wish that it could turn her future around she quickly accepted their offer.

Personality:

Aiden is, more times than not, stressed. Just imagine a ball of constant stress and annoyance, put a face on it, and you've got the lovely Aiden Carren. Unlike other people, who might talk about their emotions or cry it out, Aiden remains stoic and unnerved, bottling her emotions until she just explodes one day into a full on rant. She will not show weakness, she will not cry. Aiden has always believed there is weakness in such things, and she can't show such weakness around the things that watch her. She had to be strong, and stubborn, even if she didn't want to be. It was the only way to keep the stupid ghouls at bay.

Besides the spirits making her stressed, school work could also be a major factor. Despite her love of learning, Aiden is easily overwhelmed by schoolwork and must take breaks constantly or else she'll grow depressed.

Aiden could easily be considered a maternal character. She has a motherly attitude obtained from having to take are of her kid brother, and babysitting all those ghosts can lead to one being very responsible. She has a love for children and small animals and will help anyone in need if they so request. Her other true love appears to be literature and writing, and if one were to ask her about books they would see the true nerd Aiden really is.

Around strangers she is shy, maybe a bit cynical, but those who befriend Aiden will realize her motherly capabilities and protective personality. She would never let anything hurt her friends, nothing. She would use her whole body to protect them if she cared enough! Her skills lie in writing and analyzing, but she has been placed in dance classes basically since birth, so she is also a gifted ballet dancer. Other than that, Aiden is somewhat fidgety and distant in conversation, and can often be found talking to herself while reading or staring into space.

Schedule

0 – Music
1 - Science 4
2 - English 4
3 - Latin 4
4 - Political Science
5 - Maths 4
6 - Free Period
7 – Theater
8 - Dance
9 - Chess Club