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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education

- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language

- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god

- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing

- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art

- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball

- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything

I'm too busy for my own good. LOL

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Sue


knight125 said
John


After Sue walks toward her classmates, Mimic stands shakily before falling once again. His wings move slightly, revealing a large shard of wood sticking out of his back. John immediately noticed his teacher's injury, and jumps into action. He suits up as he sprints toward Mimic, and then drops to his knees. John pulls out the 4 inch thick, 20 inch long piece of wood, then sticks his hands on either side of Mimic's chest. As the internal damage is healed and the blood stops flowing, John's head feels lighter and lighter. Once Mimic's wound is completely healed, John falls to the ground, unconscious.


Sue by reaction covered her mouth in shock. The wood that stuck out of Mr. Rankin was a horrifying sight. When Ben healed Mr. Rankin and passed out, Sue thought not to touch them. She was devastated. The one time she was finally felt free and alive, she nearly killed two people.

It was a grim reminder that she could never return back to her normal life, and that her powers were a curse cast upon her. Her teary, red eyes and short, panicky breaths were obvious that she was upset. She did not mean to hurt them; she did not mean to hurt anyone or destroy anything. They were now outside the very building she destroyed, and she looked up to see the damage. More of the building was caving in, and students kept watching Sue. The volume was getting loud as people started to talk amongst each other, talking about her, talking about the state of Mimic, people screaming, the wood and metal cracking and bending. Her heart was racing, and she was scared, she was amplifying everything she heard again. She clasped her ears, and ran off.

She ran away from the crowd, away from the hateful eyes. Her so-called friends must hate her now, her teachers distrustful, her father disappointed. She ran to her room far away from everyone else’s. She exited the elevator and ran into her room.

Her caretakers stood guard by the entrance of the building. No one was to come in. Sue fell to the ground and curled into a ball , and cried heavily in her sound-absorbing prison.

She cried heavily, but silently. The sweet return of her old life today was unwarranted and unwanted. Her life could never be the same again.
There has to be repercussions from the Academy.

This will surely bring Sue down. I'll wait for Knight to come up with some ideas. :)
Oh God

Such destruction

What will happen to dear Sue? :(
Sue


Eyes were really on her, and many compliments and positive comments were given to her.

She blushed, and bowed to the whole class and returned to her seat.

She was confused as to how to feel about what she just did. She could have killed everyone, but she just proved to everyone and herself that she was a force not to be reckoned with. She was so going to get told off.
Reserving this!

This ought to help me push this work faster! I'm sorry!

I have been thinking hard, plus managing another RP as co-GM. Not impossible to manage my time though, I hope you give the chance. :)

Edit: Done! Please do tell me if you think this needs revision. I will adjust appropriately.

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Full Name: “My name is Allison To Hoi Ying, but you may call me Allie.”

Date of Birth and Age: “My sister and I were born 5 minutes apart, before and past midnight, believe it or not! So I was born on the 25th of May, 1994 and my sister 26th. So I’m 19.”

Male or Female: “I’m female, yes.”

Relationship Status before the Outbreak: “I never really had anyone besides my parents and sister but I suppose that’s not what you’re asking for.”

About Yourself before the Outbreak: “I was kind of the more sensitive one, between my sister and I. I was a nerd; at the top of my class with a few prestigious awards here and there. My dad was a civil servant and our family lived a joyous middle class life, I guess you could say. There were plans for me to go beyond and over with scholarships of academic excellence… I suppose none of it matters now, but I still like to delve in thought of my old life every now and then.”

How Did you Survive the Outbreak: “Being an important civil servant, our father had privileges of safety and we were being brought to a safe place, so we were told. On the way, just before we reached the highway, we were attacked and the van was toppled over by those things... Our parents… were gone with the initial crash.

Millie saved us. She was tougher and knew what was doing, in some sort of sense. She was good at self-defense and we managed to fight and outsmart the Infected within the shade and silence. We’ve been running ever since.”

What Weapons do you Have: “I personally like to travel light, think of my feet and flee rather than fight. I have a Swiss army knife, the tiny thing. Millie found a fireaxe for me, but I dislike it. I do have a pistol though, but I could still use some practice with it.”

What is Within Your Bookbag: “I bring along our camping site supplies. We like to move, so I have our sleeping bags and some rope. My own water bottle and set of clothing are in it as well. We haven’t found much ammunition for our guns.”

Any Personal Items: “Millie and I have necklaces our mom and dad gave us when we were 1… We’ve held it dear ever since, the last and only thing that we have left of them.”

What are you wearing: “We keep it simple; tight and fitting clothing. I personally avoid anything bright-coloured anymore, and most of what I wear is either black or green. No skin is exposed, save the face.”

What you Look Like: This was us on our 16th birthdays. That was a fun day. I’m on the right.



What Have you Noticed About the Infected: “Arbitrary placements and movements, really. They are either bunched up or singled out and alone. Both are equally scary. They react violently to light and sound, but really they react to anything.”

Have You Noticed Any Physical Changes in the Infected: “There are variations in sizes but some of them have gross protrusions. They also… smoke, somehow.”

Who Have you Lost to the Infected: “…everyone.”

How Many Infected Have you Killed: “I don’t know. I really don’t want to know.”

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Full Name: “My name is Millie. Millison To Fok Sung.”

Date of Birth and Age: “The date is deceiving. Allie and I are twins, but we were born around midnight. Allie was on the 25th, I was on the 26th. May, 1994, anyway, so I’m 19.”

Male or Female: “Can you like, not, like, tell, like, by, like, my, voice? Urgh.

Female.”

Relationship Status before the Outbreak: “I had boys after me, but none ever impressed me. It was just my sister and me.”

About Yourself before the Outbreak: “If my sister was the studious type, I was the active, outgoing one. I was a cheerleader who kept up with her studies. I took up taekwondo. It doesn’t show, yeah? Anyway, I was the tough to my sister’s gentle. Were we not twins, I’d be the older sister looking after the little one.”

How Did you Survive the Outbreak: “We were supposed to be taken to a secure area, my dad being a politician of some sorts. Needless to say they caught us in our van. I literally had to fight our way out of the road and take my sister to safety. Together we combined our knowledge to survive. We were careful like that.

My sister even took notes on maps. Goodness. But yes, we stayed together. It took a bit for Allie to shake off that shock and realize that our life of ease and decadence was over. We needed each other.”

What Weapons do you Have: “I have these two pistols. My sister has one so that makes three, technically. I also have a switchblade.”

What is Within Your Bookbag: “I have our medical supplies; some alcohol and bandages. I have our maps and a compass. We like to move fast, so we’re light for what it’s worth.”

Any Personal Items: “I’m sure Allie told you about our necklaces.”

What are you Wearing: “Whatever she’s wearing, really. She chooses what we wear and I adjust. Never loose clothing, never bright, never worn out. I’m wearing a boy’s polo right now.”

What you Look Like: “I believe she’s shown you our picture already, but anyway. I’m on the left.”

What Have you Noticed About the Infected: “They’re vicious for their lack of a brain. They rot and they migrate almost together. We tend to stray away from major cities because that’s where they just like to gather. Human flesh is that appealing, I guess.”

Have You Noticed Any Physical Changes in the Infected: “My sister pointed out the growths on their bodies. We stay especially away from those.”

Who Have you Lost to the Infected: “… everyone.”

How Many Infected Have you Killed: “Kind of a gruesome question, there. We’ve killed some, we left some. We’d rather live another day than risk our lives killing off a horde.”
floodtalon said
Flood spun around the blows constantly. After being beaten quite soundly though he stuck a miniature bomb on his wing so he could detonate it during his next fight. Serves him right for humiliating him.


((Sorry but we're quite past this.))
Aye.

I just bought the Divergent series, going o be reading that soon :D
:>
I remember I had a developing character once in one of my old RPs.

A traumatized gentle giant, haha.

6'6" football player, a rising star, but lost his parents in a Zombieland-esque RP.
KatherinWinter said
I am proud of my writing. I am glad you are also enjoying it. A paragraph is my limit most days and I'm OK with that as long as I feel I've done my best.


I love everyone's.

It feels good to just write a little sometimes, and not feel the pressure from Advanced like I used to.

The days where I wrote 8 paragraphs minimum.

God, I shudder at the thought.
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