Flightless_Soul

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

"Well...I guess that's good to know." Harley said with a sigh. "I don't care much for bullies myself. Anywho, it was nice meetin' y'all. I gotta go grab my camera and head to my photography class. Catch y'all later!" She hopped up from her chair and went to her dorm to grab her camera. Along the way, she hummed a tune to herself.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter She'll follow orders, but for the most part, she's not too fond of being part of a government agency. The worst she'll do is give a bit of attitude and sarcasm.

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Everything that night was just a blur to her, and it didn't help matters either she was half drunk and half baked out of her mind. It happened so quickly. First, she got rushed out of the mosh pit and bumped into some dude. He started yelling at her about spilling beer on his shirt, and that's when he pulled a knife on her. The next thing she remembered was a flaming hand smashing into his face, her hand. Her friend Tony grabbed her and pulled her out of the club...then the cops showed up. Before she knew it, she was face down in the hood of a Seattle Police cruiser, cuffs on her wrists and blood pouring out of her nose...

m.youtube.com/watch?v=u4AK9qK8r00

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

Rattled her phone across her nightstand beside her bed. Wearily a hand shot forth from the covers and grabbed the little bastard before it met the cold floor below. Helena rose from the covers with a groaning yawn and bleary eyes. It had been another rousing night of When the fuck am I going to sleep?. Unfortunately, it was around 3:45 AM when she passed out, only to awake late in the morning with drool seeping out the side of her lip and her fiery red hair a mess. Ugh...just call me Angel of the Morning, baby... God, I feel like a fucking zombie...

She laid there for a moment looking up at the ceiling. Heh... Home sweet Hell. She thought, reaching under her bed and pulling out a plastic ashtray containing...her morning remedy. Some people enjoyed pancakes in the morning. Some liked a nice, hot cup of coffee, but for Helena, her day started with a puff of marijuana.

Don't get me wrong. If staying here means not going back to that hick ass hellhole Aberdeen, then I'm totes up for it, but these agents are so fucking tightwadded.
Heh! They even walk like they got sticks up their asses!

Taking the crudely rolled spliff from the ashtray, which she sat on her chest, she stuck it between her lips and closed her eyes. In seconds, a small gout of flame sparked from the tip of the joint. Being a living cigarette lighter had its perks she supposed.

Taking a drag, she exhaled a thick white cloud of smoke that seemed to linger in the cold, dead air of her room. She took a few more puffs, and then she snuffed out the grass. Already, her room smelled like a dead skunk, but she didn't care. Nor did she really care about what she wore as she was picking up a random pair of clothes from the mess of them on her floor. Once she was dressed for success, she grabbed her board and skated out the door.

Unfortunately, that weed smell was all in her clothes, which meant she'd probably be busted. Plus, the Bureau wasn't too keen of her board leaving scuffs on their nice new hallways, but like the quote on her dingy, gray t-shirt riddled with holes says,

Does it look like I give a fuck?

It was only a few blocks from her crappy apartment the Bureau so generously donated to her that the main office was located. She kept skating along, earbuds in her ears, unaware, or possibly uncaring of any traffic, pulling a kickflip onto the sidewalk, flashing her keycard to the security with a bored look, then pressing on through the door.

And so, Helena Hell on Wheels Sheppard had arrived to the conference table, setting her board down under her chair and leaning back in it while propping her muddy black Vans on the table top. "Alright, I'm here. Let's talk bidness." She said pulling a cigarette from the hem of her beanie and lighting it.

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@KatherinWinter Thanksies! I'll move her to the char tab later!

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"Burn it down."

Helena Sheppard

Age: 18 Years Old

Species: Human

Weapons: A Beretta 92FS Inox and a switchblade knife

Skills/Powers:

Helena is blessed (or cursed) with the inate gift of pyrokinesis, meaning just using her mind she can create fires and control them. Over the past few years, she has learned to master this ability, but she tends to lose control at certain times. She is also good at picking locks, a skill she learned from an old friend of hers when she was living on the streets in Seattle.

Weaknesses:

Overuse of Helena's power can give her splitting migraines and often nosebleeds. She will sometimes pass out too. Despite mastering her ability, it still takes quite a bit out of her. Being human as well, she's not as sturdy as the others, and being just some teenage skate punk from Seattle, she's not as combat oriented either, aside from a few nasty brawls.

Personality:
-Brash
-Hot headed (no pun intended)
-Sarcastic
-Cynical
-Moody
-Loner
-Reckless

Bio:

On October 12, 2013, a major wildfire broke out in the small logging town of Aberdeen, Washington at around 11:45 PM. No one knows who or what started the fire, even to this day. During that night, a fourteen year old girl named Helena Sheppard had gone missing from her home. Police investigation into the disappearance brought up no further clues, other than where this girl lived was a nightmare. Her mother was constantly innebriated, and her stepfather, who was later discovered to have been killed during the fire, was a convicted felon and a methamphetamine addict. Her birth father had been killed in a highway accident two years ago. Helena also had a rap sheet a mile wide, charges ranging from public intoxication to vandalism, trespassing, minor possession, and assaulting a police officer.

Four years later, Seattle Police arrested a girl, age eighteen, after a fight at a night club went sour and ended up with a man being burned on the left side of his face. Mysteriously, this girl was never processed or charged. Instead, she was handed over into the custody of a shadowy government organization. Her previous records were wiped clean, especially any tying her to incidents involving fire damage. She was allowed to keep her original name, but given her circumstances, she was held under special care.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

"Well, at least some of y'all ain't." Harley replied fixing her hat back and leaning back in her chair. She figured now she should tell them."While I was gettin' Kat's clothes, there were some girls down there sayin' a bunch of mean shit about her. I woulda popped the sorry bitches, but since this is my first day here, I reckon I didn't wanna start no trouble."

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

"Aww hell, no problem, girl!" Harley chuckled falling back into a chair beside Zack. "It's nice to meet y'all too. I gotta say, I was wrong about y'all city people. I figured y'all all be so stuck up your ass and what not...eh...no offense!" She giggled nervously pulling her hat down over her face.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

Harley stood there for a moment, wondering if she should tell Kat what she heard. She wondered if this poor girl was always bullied like that. Hell, even a small town school like Harley's had their mean girls. Finally, she stammered a reply with a sheepish grin, "Oh uh...n-nothing! Here's your clothes, Kat." She sat her clothes beside the bed, then turned to Zack. "Glad she's feelin' better. Kinda gave me a scare when she fell." Still her face was beat red. Those bitches had her blood boiling.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

"Sure. I'll go get 'em!" Harley jumped up out of her chair and hurried back to the gym. She figured while she was there, she would get out of her own sweaty gym clothes. She went into the girl's locker room, where upon entering, she heard a few girls gossiping about Kat. From what she heard, not one bit of it was nice. She scowled, one hand on her hip as she told them off, "Now y'all listen here you bunch a motormouths!
Y'all best quit talkin' mean about her, or I'll have the headmaster on y'all like a snake on-" But her threat was cut of by their laughter as they coldly brushed past her. Harley growled at them then got dressed. Afterwards, she grabbed what she figured were Kat's clothes and hurried back. It was evident though she was fighting mad, given how red her face was when she got back.