Potter

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@dee @Potter Need your butts to post.

@TheWildBunnii

I did post you fish head. I am bringing Peter in soon, not right away.

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bop

Full Name: Peter Woodland
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 14th
Species: Mutant
Power: Gravitational manipulation
Coates or Townie: Townie
Personality: To live on the wild side means Peter would be sacrificing who he is as a person. Collected and patient, he enjoys helping out whenever he can. Despite his genuine nature, Peter won't hesitate to stand up for others or himself. While his temperament is tame, his ferocity is not. Some could say he has the blood of a cold-blooded killer, though others disagree. Peter keeps to himself, however, and remains a lone wolf.
Brief History: His father divorced his mother before he was born due to her drug addiction. This left his father to take care of his son alone. His father, Thomas, worked two jobs around the clock to care for him. Peter thus, grew up in daycare and with habitual babysitters. Over time his father became stressed out and started to drink. Unfortunately, Thomas was not a happy drunk and would become enraged. Peter suffered from this, and soon authorities caught on. He was removed from his home, father jailed, and sent to live with his aunt and uncle in Perdido Beach. He remains there, now, however, but won't speak about his family life, even after moving.
Theme Song: Stand My Ground - Within Temptation

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I posted. If the earthquake didn't reach Coates, I can edit, @TheWildBunni; although I thought it'd spice things up for these two. :P

Sorry for the double post, I forgot there was no delete button.

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Shay

"Sweetie, I have no fucking shit what the fuck is going on. Now, just go to the-" The boy began to reply, but was broken off by another voice. Her attention hadn't been caught yet. Shay titled her head, remaining motionless. Who the hell did he think he was, telling her where to go? And calling her sweetie? The last guy to have called her sweetie left with a broken nose and fractured spine. Nonetheless, this was an academy for the disturbed and troubled, so she had no idea what she was dealing with. Even so, this guy didn't seem to pose a threat.

The next speaker, however, gave the vibe off, and Shay straightened up now. "You know, people would say there’s probably some kind of reasonable explanation for this....And if they don’t come back, there’s going to be chaos. You can try and control everyone, be in charge but it won’t work.” If the people don't return, Shay had an idea of what she would do and that was leave. However, what if she was unable to leave..? The chaos was sure going to be extreme... especially with the type of academy they were in. Shay knew that she had to go back to her dormitory and soon to grab her gun. She wasn't going unarmed in this situation. She had smuggled inside her self-defense weapons. She would not leave those beauties behind.

"I better not see you under Emily's skirt again. Wouldn't want that micro-penis disappearing on you." The original boy smirked, turning back to face her. Eyebrows raised, she studied him, not impressed. What kind of people were these two? They sounded disturbed, at least the second one. The first one seemed haughty. This was not soothing, though she had no-one else to go to at this time. "Go. You would not want to be caught with Altas. Stay away from him."

"I wouldn't dream of it," she responded and watched the boy disappear, then turned her attention back to the original boy. He was, she noticed now, good-looking. With dark hair and his build, he was handsome, at the least. Shay snapped her attention back to the situation at hand. Now wasn't the time to start examining others, especially if half the school had mysteriously disappeared.

He walked passed her, nodding his head in invitation. "I am heading to the dean's office. Might be fun to get some details on the 'delight' of Coates and it's students."

Shay hesitated, then shoved off the locker with her foot. "Got it - the help would be nice." A brief pause, and then she added, "What's your name?" He was, at least, kind, though it could be a ruse. Either way, she was alone in a new town and in an academy for the disturbed and/or troubled. Shay turned to follow him when a quake jolted her off balance unexpectedly. She cried out, grabbing the boy's arm instinctively for balance. "Sorry!" she exclaimed, quickly standing up and staring around in shock. "What the hell was that? Are there earthquakes here?" Then, realizing she had been gripping his arm, she let go. Her face was red, though she remained impassive.

Way to go, dumbass, she thought with an internal groan and gazed around at the academy to break the tension.

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Im here. No worries. I will post soon.

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support and understanding. These days have been real tough, saw childhood friends and family that I haven't seen for years. It is nice to see that she was truly loved. The wonderful thing is she passed in her sleep after five months of battling stage 4 GBM (brain cancer). I am sad but happy that she no longer suffering. God, we knew she only had a very short time but I hope just maybe....

Thank you guys. I will be returning real soon, just need the time to process her death.

Thank you.

@TheWildBunnii

The hope of someone beating those medical issues is always something we will cling to. My childhood's best friend's mother (we were very close) lost her battle to brain tumor. We have to remember they are no longer suffering. God needed his angel back. :)

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I am sorry guys but I am going to take at least two days. A dear friend of the family just passed away this afternoon. I just need just these two days to pay my respects. Once again, I am truly sorry. Please, you have every right to NPC both of my characters. Do not let this die. I beg of you, thank you.

@TheWildBunnii

My condolences go out to you. May they rest in peace. There is no need to apologize, and take your time. I'm here for you if you need to talk. My inbox is frightfully empty, so spam it up if you need to.

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I hope I did not offend anyone with Shay's post. This is not my intent, only a plot line I came up with. Please let me know if you are. I'll keep it to a minimum.

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Shay

"How many times must I tell you?" The dark-haired teen, often nicknamed raven for her hair, rounded on her parents. "I don't know if I'll join the military! Okay! I don't know!"

"That tone," scoffed her mother, equally dark-haired yet with lighter eyes. "How could you not know? We've been training you since you could walk."

"Like I had a choice? My first word wasn't even 'mama' or 'dada', it was 'gun'." Shay spat, throwing her hands in the air with disgust, unable to keep herself from trembling with anger.

"Not so bad," retorted her father, whose lighter hair did not reflect the female's; yet his eyes were parallel to Shay's stormy grey eyes. Her gaze was striking, not immediately soft. His were, and it was often her parents scorned her for it. As if she could help it. "At least you can use one. Something the military could use. You could be an officer and rise in the ra-"

"I told you," She interrupted waspishly, "I don't know if I want to join."
"Do you even know what branch?" Her father inquired roughly, trying to look intimidating as his daughter and failing.

"No." This on-going argument was making her head spin. Her fingers massaged her forehead as her gaze lifted to the window. Sometimes she wished she could go outside and just fly away. She could have a peace of mind instead of having to duck and dodge these people.

"Why not?" Her mother's shrill voice pierced Shay's ears. Holy shit, thought the teenager with increasing exasperation.

"Because I have a bunch to choose from and I want to make sure I'm going to choose the right one." The excuse rolled off her tongue before she had time to process it, but she didn't care.

"You'd be one hell of a marine." Her father quipped, his dark lips rising crookedly. Shay sighed and remained silent, letting the comment die out. Beautiful, joyous silence, up until her mother forcibly broke it with her nasty remarks.

"You better start thinking about it. In fact, you can think about it while you're at Coates Academy, an academy for troubled and disturb-"

"TROUBLED!" Shay yelled out at the top of her lungs, a derisive laugh escaping her lips. "You think I'm troubled because I don't know if I want to join the family legacy of military personnel and go to some godforsaken shithole country?"

"Don't speak to your mother that way!" Her father jumped to his feet, his gaze losing its' softens, his lips curled into a snarl. His gaze could've murdered Shay if she weren't so brazen herself. "You are going young lady and straightening your attitude out or so help us God!"

"Fine!" She screamed back, throwing her hands in the air. "Anything then being around you two controlling my life and making me feel ashamed and stupid for not wanting to immediately throw my life away!"

"Throw your life away? Are you kidding! Go to your room and think about what you're saying!" Without a word, she turned on he heels, but instead of going to her room, she strode out the front door. Her motorcycle boots crushed the leaves and stones underneath her, but she didn't pay attention. "Where are you going!" Still remaining silent as her parents pursued her, she grabbed her motorcycle and geared the accelerator and drove out of sight.

If only she didn't have to return to her parents later that week.

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The argument from that previous summer rang through her mind's eye. Shay stared ahead at the teacher ahead of her, lecturing about something in English. She hadn't been paying attention nor caring. It wasn't as if she was going to be an English major in college - if she even went. Her dream major was becoming an engineer. Anything she knew she picked that was not militaristic was something her parents would disregard. She wasn't sure what field, but was fascinated with engineering.

What was this guy babbling on about? She stared ahead hard, her gaze intent. Still, no words made sense. Why the hell did she need this lecture? She wasn't illiterate. With irritation, she excused herself to the bathroom and stood up, marching out of the classroom. The corridors weren't littered with people like her high school. She sighed and found an empty corridor to sit down in briefly. If someone asked, she'd mutter about being lost. She was new here, after all. Rules were something she often disapproved of herself.

"All the teachers are gone!" The voice disrupted Shay's thoughts and forced them to stop. She jumped at the voice and clambered to her feet warily. What? The teachers were gone? The hell was going on?

"Do you know what's going on?"

"The phones are not working!"

"My brother's gone! He was sitting right next to me and-"

"I'm getting kind of scared. no one's phone's working, and I can't get online.."

Shay moved into the hallway even more. Other students were the Coates Academy uniform properly but she did not. The vest over her dress shirt was half buttoned, the skirt wasn't long enough, but she wore black leggings underneath them. The collar stuck out underneath the dress shirt. Unlike most girls, Shay wore a black and red tie. A messy braid fell down the length of her back with loose strands hanging out. The leather coat didn't help, either. Instead of the dress code flats, she wore motorcycle boots. No way in hell was she going to be caught wearing a pair of shitty flats.

"Enough," An irritated tone of voice broke through the chaos. Shay gazed at the speaker eyebrows raised. Who the hell was he? A student or a staff member? She stared ahead, admiring him nonetheless. Still now was not the time for this. She wasn't feeling social anyways. Students dispersed when the boy yelled, "Now!"

Except for Shay, who remained standing. She leaned against a locker flickering the lock, and turned to the boy. "What the hell is going on? Did I arrive at a bad time? Cause fuck my luck if so." A smirk tugged at the corners of her cherry red lips. At least she had managed to swap a few lipsticks before her departure from home. Mama Knight wouldn't notice, would she?

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*walks in, see grown adults fighting over cookies and slowly backs out*

@OfficerHeadbutt

Maybe I'm a kid. You don't know my life. You don't know my struggle. You don't know what I've been through. *sobs*