LovelyAnastasia

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Anna

As she was teaching a few manners to the new guy, the glittery one went nuts. A chunk of diamond nearly missed her. Eyes wide in surprise, it had forced her to lean back. Seriously? First one and now the other? What was this? Attack Anna Day, or something? And just as suddenly as the kid shouted at her, he turned to the only adult and acted as if nothing had happened. Like she was the bad guy or something!

And that Jack boy. She hated him already. He even called a spiderwoman! Her insane mother flashed in front of her eyes. Every lecture about how evil and how much a monster she was came flooding back. People screaming and blaming her when the crazy woman had been taken away. And how they still screamed at her even when she was alone and hungry and doing anything to survive. She hated them. She hated stupid Jack and stupid Max and every stupid person staring at her stupid six arms. It wasn't like she wanted to be this way! Dammit! All of them could go to hell!

Face red and white eyes threatening tears, her head snapped down at the girl who was holding onto her. It startled her. When was the last time someone had actually touched her? It felt weird, all warm and soft. She sniffed and rubbed one of her hand stubbornly over her eyes.

This girl was probably right. She was getting too worked up. And over something that shouldn't even bother her in the first place. Anna, looking down at the small redhead, wondered why boys were such jerks. They said such hurtful things like they were nothing and then just walked away. Instead of throwing crystal boy's broken diamond ball back at him, or grabbing that gloomy shadow boy by the collar, Anna stood where she was, sedated with the smallest of things. A thing she had been deprived of since she first summoned her extra arms. Touch.

@Blizz @SadCubone@Diabolicalrhapsody

The Five Demon Princes

Twas pretty cool, must admit~

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

Coolio, coolio~ Just making sure so no one is missed or left out and stuff~

No, no, I just showed up at an odd time and I didn't want anyone to get upset. I didn't read about it so, I thought maybe it was overlooked in the whirlwind of RP~ Thank you for telling me ^^@KatherinWinter

Also~ I was seeing a dark trend in Tomohina's thoughts~ Maybe she could end up being a bit antagonistic, since no one has taken up that role yet~?

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

....Reversed time? When did that happen? I read through all the post and I didn't see any reversed time being okayed by the GM...

@KatherinWinter Are there really two different time lines going on at once?

Also, Anna is a bit...sensitive about her extra arms, so... Heh, she is a teenager girl after all.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Anna

Her ears burned. Her white hot eyes turned onto the new guy, Jack, and they narrowed into dangerous slits. She marched right up to him, standing, no towering over him. Two of her six hands were clenched into fists. Tilting her head back and to the side menacingly, she glared down at him.

"Hey, gloomy dude," she growled lowly, her teeth showing like a wolf snarling, "You think yer funny, or somethin'?" Two of her six arms crossed over her broad chest. "Hey, I said do ya think you're funny or something?!" She leaned down so her face was a mere few inches from his, her pure white eyes narrowed and venomous.

"Some people get a bit touchy when you bring up what makes them freaks in the eyes of society," she growled, "So no more hand jokes, got it Batman?"

@Blizz

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

they could be outside the window. like vines growing on a tree or the outside wall.

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

Tomohina

Teenagers were falling, dropping like bugs, in their little group by the fire pit. The girl with the depthless eyes was seated, hidden behind the girls' cabins and the tree line. Two boys went off, disappearing together only to reappear later. Well, seems a couple had already been formed then. The siblings argued and girls got in the way. That filly boy, Kido perhaps, had turned into a doll, which was an odd power, even if the blind girl thought so herself.

Dramatic. Ridiculously humorous and dramatic. Holding her white cane to her chest, eyes closed, she continued to watch the group's antics. Hilarious. They were all fumbling about trying to out 'hero' one another. This was why she didn't like to be close to people. They were whirlwinds of confusing and meaningless dramatics. Not to mention they were overly loud.

Instead of dealing with that, she decided to play all by herself, like she usually did. Standing up, she left her shoes and cane in her sitting spot and brushed off her skirt. Since there was no one around she could manipulate the sound around here to her hearts content. Practice made perfect after all. Maybe someday she could get good enough to snuff out peoples' voice completely. Wouldn't that be a dream come true. Giggling to herself, she wondered since when she had become so malicious. Loneliness did many things to people, didn't it? Even if it was self inflicted...

Raising her hands she moved her fingers as if she were playing a piano. The sounds from her mock piano shimmered through the air and she sighed happily. Throwing her voice's sound waves she let her voice play in circles around her through the trees and twirling upon the rising wind. Her voice sounded so far away and yet so close. Smiling to herself, she played with sounds and tilted her head to the side, black hair fluttering down her back. The blind girl sang and played her sorrowful game, darkness rising like the moon at night.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbLMOAOoqvk

The Five Demon Princes

Drienuhn/Darien

He sat in his chair leisurely and tilted his head slightly to the side, black silk hair falling into his face a bit. His sharp dark eyes were fixed on her and the small ghost of a smile on his lips made him look like an intrigued feline. A predator with too much time on his hands. But that was ridiculous. He was only a human boy after all. There was absolutely nothing intimidating about him. Nothing at all.

"Hello, Miss Bessie," his smooth and cool water voice was soft and yet all to clear, "Pleased to meet you. My name is... Darien." He hesitated. But hopefully it would be taken only as amusement. Truthfully the very average human name somehow seemed foreign with the way his tongue rolled it out. In fact, her name too had been taste and savored as it had been spoken in that slow and hypnotic voice.

Ruomahl had already left with the commanding and all too energetic girl tutor of his. His other brothers were no where to be seen. So that just left this little Miss Bessie... and him. Well and the peculiar girl with long black hair, who was contentedly sitting far off into a corner now, reading something. Drienuhn never took his eyes off of Bessie though.

"Were you all...assigned to specific people...?" he asked slowly, languidly, curiously, "Or...are you allowed to choose your own...student?"

@Aisling

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

You lot sure do post rather quickly, don't you? *laughs*

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Anna

Keeping to her little corner, she had finally finished her stretches. A kid named Max, the diamond dude, had been talking to some angsty gloomy dude named Jack. They had both ignored her perfectly and completely. Suited her. She grinned in that tilted wild way, her pure white eyes narrowing and her platinum hair slipping over her shoulders.

The housekeeper had finally come into the gym, the other kids trailing behind her like little ducklings. Everyone was just so small and cute. Had she ever been so adorably short and petite? Well, probably. But she was six feet of lean muscle and her six arms and creepy colored eyes didn't exactly make people think 'adorable'. More like 'ah, run before it crushes you!' Anna sighed and shook her head, two hands on her hips, two hands rolling her shoulders and two hands pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

Six arms. Six feet tall. She was taller than everyone her age and physically she could probably break their arms, legs and ribs all at the same time. Brute force with a terrifying visage. That was her frigging power. Terror. She'd probably of been better born as a viking or something. With a small snort she passed by the other teens and stood on the left side of the gym.

"Alright, alright," she chuckled in that warm but clear voice of hers, "A little demo of the monster powers right? With me in the room? Sounds like it should be interestin' enough." Two of her hand punched the palms of their paired hands and she grinned a grin that was all teeth and no humor. Her other two hands rested firmly on her hips.

"Might get a bit messy though."