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@Potter Woman you are on fire!!! Love your post. Accepted.

@TheWildBunnii

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Peter

Peter wasted no time after finding the adults and older students gone to leave Perdido Beach's High School. He needed to see if his aunt and uncle were okay. There was no phone service, either. He had tried about ten times already without success. He swallowed hard, his backpack swinging obnoxiously, and quickly freed his phone from the bike raked. His t shirt nearly caught on the side of it, making him scowl. Turning his attention back, he jumped on his bike fast and peddled with all his might - an easy feat for him. Peter made sure he remained fit and conditioned, mostly as a distraction from his background. The memories haunted him daily, but he tried his best not to think of it. On his way, he passed children running around, teenagers gathered together and discussing what was happening. The loud boom from earlier was a topic of discussion, though he had no way of responding. There was black smoke miles away, with what appeared to be a plane. Due to the smoke, it was hard to make it out, but he added it to his to-do list of finding out what was going on that day. Cars were abandoned on the road, a few alarms blaring hysterically throughout the street. Peter groaned, the noise aggravating him. None of this made sense. It was as if their town had just become a real life movie. Where was everyone eighteen and over?

Fortunately he didn't live far from the school, so he arrived minutes later. What made it even better was that his best friend, Emma Remington and her older brother Alexander, lived a few streets away. He quickly stopped and jumped off his bike, breaking into a run and catching himself before he fell. He looked around. The front door was unlocked - but why? Their car was in the garage, too, he noticed as he looked through its' window. Without pausing, Peter burst into his house. It was eerily silent. His heart began to race uncontrollably, while his tongue went dry, despite him feeling clammy. "Aunt Hanna?" He called, his voice low but consumed by worry. There was no response, when he should have received one. "Uncle Aaron? Are you guys home?"

Silence. The silence normally was welcomed but now it filled him with dread. He had no idea what was going on, but it was frightening. He quickly discarded his backpack and stuck his house key in his jeans pocket. Peter left the house intact and locked the door after leaving. Lifting his bike up and then pushing his spiky brown hair out of his eyes, he quickly jumped back on his bike. He began peddling towards Emma's house, tightly gripping the handlebars. He rode as fast as he could to the Remington's house, having recalled Emma being absent from class. Was she sick? He hoped not. That was his best friend. The thought of her caused him to smile. She was so kind and sweet, and her humor made him laugh. On top of that, as a bonus, she was gorgeous. To describe her would do her injustice. There was no way to explain coherently how beautiful Emma Remington was,and he wouldn't dare try. He would not insult her or her name. Peter had befriended Emma almost immediately. The girls' friendly and bubbly nature cheered him up when he himself had the most difficult time in doing so.

After what had to be twenty minutes, he finally arrived. Peter coughed into his arm as he neared the house and set his bike down neatly. He knocked politely, despite seeing Alex, Emma, and an Asian boy named Noah. He briefly recalled seeing him around school but hadn't spoken to him much. Well, they were all here now, so this was as good time as any. "I'm sorry to bother everyone," He commented as he looked around and then smiled crookedly. "But could I come in please? I think we've all gathered the fact that everyone eighteen and over disappeared. But, also, Em, you weren't in school today so I came to check on you after all teachers disappeared, of course. And hey, Alex, hey Noah. How's you?"

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Shay

The boy let out a chuckle at her question. She gazed over at him, eyebrows raised, but remained silent when he said "I guess, I need to try harder on my rep. James. James DiAndre." She smiled mildly at him and wondered why the hell anyone cared about their reputation. They were at an academy for the disturbed and troubled. If that wasn't blatant enough, Shay didn't know what was anymore.

"Well, James," Shay smirked. "It's nice to meet you." She didn't bother introducing herself since he seemed to know her already. The new girl news must have spread around the damn place already. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. If there were troubled and/or disturbed people, then she wanted to stay away. However, she managed to recall entering the academy and seeing him; though she didn't remember speaking to him directly. When the ground shook and she fell, James protected her with his body. She stared, astonished. However, in the split second he was there, she met his gaze to see how much he was longing for her. She blinked, wondering if she had imagined it. However as soon as it was over, he let go and moved away.

"Are you ok?" He asked her, though ignoring her apology.

"Yes, thank you" Shay responded quickly. Who know if this boy was disturbed or not. It seemed as if he were a gentlemen - though it was too quick to tell. She wasn't trying to judge but was trying to figure out his mental state. Her cheeks were red. She had been caught off guard and wasn't sure how to respond. Was his crush that intense on her? They barely knew one another. She kept her thoughts to herself nonetheless. After asking about the earthquake, his comment about "adding it to the list of fucked up shit", failed to relax her rising tension. What was wrong with this damn place?

As if the universe were questioning her, a slab of earth detached itself and floated momentarily in the air before dropping. Shay stared at it, then at the beads of blood on the butt of Jame's hand, then up at him. He was flushed, looking ready to drop. Shay frowned at him, bewildered, and wrapped her arms around his torso to keep him standing. Though nobody knew it, she prided herself in being strong - stronger then some guys, even. She held his torso up until he seemed healthy enough to stand. Once he was, she let go of him.

"The Headmaster must have something for such emergencies." He stated moments afterwards and Shay nodded. Hopefully the headmaster knew how to respond to this, because this seemed to crazy. Had she drank something weird or been drugged? This couldn't seem real. Shay followed him towards the office and once inside, she glanced around. Everyone was gone. She bit her lip and joined James at the computer and read the mail as well.

Dear Headmaster Eric Sweets

I am pleased to inform you that your school is hereby accepted to the new Juvenile Delinquency Program of San Perdido Beach. The residents of San Perdido will be happy to know that the "trouble" students will no longer be hazard to the community. It will keep the students more protected and will have the professional help they need, in order to live a normal life. Coates Academy will turn into the respected school it deserved to be by the end of the summer. Thank you, and congratulations.

Sincerely,
Mayor Victor Hartz

Shay stared at it, agape. "What the hell?" she snarled as James spoke moments later.

"They are sending us off," His voice was etched with hatred and she couldn't blame him. She stared down the list to find her parent's name and glared with hatred. What had she done to deserve being in a juvenile delinquency program - not serve in the goddamn military? Her attitude was not out of control as her parent's mentioned, although it mentioned her extensive training. Well, that was their fault, not hers. She hadn't asked to be trained for the shit they put her through. This was ridiculous! "We have been sold like cattle."

"Yeah," Shay growled in reply, clenching her fists. Genuine anger rose inside of her but she wasn't sure what to do - yell at her parents? That would work out. Maybe she could hide somewhere - then again, she was known by government and state officials all over rude to her parents. "We have been. What the hell is wrong with people?" She turned to face James, whose silence only relied a sense of foreboding. Visibly, Shay could see the gears in his head turning. Was she in the room with a psychopath? The slow dark smile crossing his lips seemed to answer her question. Shay looked around, but he quickly left. She swallowed and followed him out.

Screams echoed, causing her to jump and inhale. She turned in the direction, figuring out quickly it was coming from the cafeteria. James looked at her and then broke into a sprint. Shay ran after him fast, though pausing. She saw her locker and quickly went over to it. Turning the lock hastily, she looked inside her locker and gently puled the backside of it off to reveal a shotgun hoisted against the wall. Shay had gone to her locker the first day and realized the backboard of it was broke. It wasn't easily noticeable, either, but she had a knack for finding what others could not. She had used gloves to store her gun and ammo behind it as well so the DNA wasn't traced back to her. She could pull off the innocent act well enough that she didn't worry about it. The gun was also not in her name. After extracting her gun, she knelt down and reached behind it, puling out the small bag. Shay quickly loaded it, secured her locker back to its' normal state, and then stood up. The cocking of her gun bounced off the walls, but was drowned by the screams and yells of the students in the cafeteria.

She stood up and ran towards the cafeteria, holding her shotgun underneath her arm with her other hand near the front of it. The scene she arrived in was not what she expected - Atlas, the disturbed boy from earlier, was covered in dirt all around him. A girl was tied to a chair by Atlas, her pinky finger missing. Her friend, or acquaintance, James, stood there, eyes having turned to orange. She rubbed her eyes and wondered what kind of drug she was on. The reality of the situation wasn't registering in her mind - this couldn't be real, could it? It seemed as if it was true. James' voice reached her ears, though it took her a second to register whilst his eyes returned to their normal brown. "What the fuck is going on?" His tone, irritated, bounced off the marble walls, though he looked determined. Shay cleared her throat, entering the fray and carefully holding her shotgun away from students. People turned to stare at her and back away, whispering, inhaling, or hiding behind tables and chairs.

"Yeah, what the hell is going on? I thought this was an academy for disturbed and troubled teenagers, not people out of Heroe's TV show." She looked at Atlas and Jame,s then moved forward. She smiled kindly at the girl who looked too be around fifteen and terrified out of her mind. "It's okay, don't worry. I won't hurt you." Her voice was compassionate and warm. She wrapped the gun around her back and untied her fast, glaring at anyone who came close. "Don't even try stealing my gun, people. I wouldn't recommend it." After untying the girl, Shay backed away and faced James and Atlas. "So, tell me, what the bloody hell is going on?" She moved the gun closer to her front body so she could grab it fast in case she had to defend herself. Pulling out the gun fast and aiming it, was one of her specialties, her mother said.

Sudden, sharp pain in her back caused her to jolt sideways and inhale. She felt her back with her free hand and frowned, feeling stubs. Had she injured herself without realizing it? She didn't know anymore. Turning her attention back to the others, she gritted her teeth and returned her hands back to her gun.

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Forget that. it's back, but I don't know when it'll poof again. I don't understand what's going on... Sorry.

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Okay, I posted. My fingers might fall off, but I posted. :)

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Full Name: Chandra R. Herondale
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 18
Species: Mutant
Power: Weather control
Coates or Townie: Neither
Personality: To those who deserve it - Channy will be loyal. Trust comes at a price - a price one will pay if they break it. Vengeance suits her just fine, though she's prepared to dig two graves. Kindness is something rarer than a flower blossoming in winter. Once her mind is set, changing it is like pushing a truck uphill. A laugh from her bodes signs of evil or deception. One might call her twisted, but she finds herself justified. Chandra does not, will not, ever underestimate anyone, or let her disability impair her.
Brief History: From birth, it seemed as if her life were cursed. Chandra's parents' abandoned her due to her physical impairment, which was her missing her right leg. Though the doctor's gave her a prosthetic leg, the family still refused her. A loving family adopted her, but their neighborhood wasn't the best. Her education was tough, but she became top of her class. Bullied, left out, and teased, Chandra eventually joined a gang, who accepted her for who she was inside. They taught her self-defense and more. Despite this, her involvement with them caused her to be sent to juvie twice; once for stealing and the other for hospitalizing a rival gang member. Years later, Chan's parents raised enough money to move and ended up nearby Sans Perdido Beach. They hoped it would change her, but Chandra turned for the worst - especially when she ignores her warnings to stay away from Perdido Beach.
Theme Song: Demons - Imagine Dragon; You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi.

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@Penguin

LMAO, you never fail to send amusing stuff.

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I'm hungry. Speaking of which, Penguin, do you like eggs?

Extraordinary [Potter & Penguin]

Once Xavier was inside, Persephone was left alone with Rose. There was only silence. She couldn't think of anything to say that might not be morbid or depressing. What was the point? That question plagued her every waking moment and her dreams. She couldn't figure out how to live normally. The scenes of her parents murder echoed in her mind twenty-four-seven. The shattering of glass, the screams and yells, the cold blade against her face... It was a repetitive memory, one she could not shake. How Rose was able to didn't seem reasonable. After being inducted into the psych ward and seeing its' terrors, Persephone had begged and pleaded for Xavier to rescue her form its' hellish depths. He had, and here she was now: moving into a new town Maybe it would be okay, but a voice inside her head doubted it and created a new layer of sorrow and fear. She felt as if she were drowning and nobody could see, hear, or understand her.

Rose's voice managed to fill her hearing. She turned her head to look, perhaps even a quarter of an inch. "I think the truck with our furniture should be here soon. It'll be fun to decorate the house don't you think? We can make it really nice..." She paused, and Seph knew why: she didn't expect her to respond. She didn't know what to say anyways. "I know I want to decorate my room just the way it was at home." Decorate her room the way it had been? Was she out of her mind? Persephone didn't care how it was decorated or what it looked like, as long as it didn't resemble her old house! That was maddening. Persephone would not enter that room if it looked the same. The thought caused her skin to crawl as if there were ants on them. She shuddered and remained silent, finding her responses were too bitter. Despite it all, she envied Rose's optimism and faith. Persephone wished she had that mindset, but it seemed impossible.

"It's safe." Xavier's unexpected emergence and voice startled her, causing her to jump almost off the porch. Heart hammering, she saw Xavier withhold a sigh. "I'm sorry, Seph." He rubbed her arm gently and escorted inside. He shut the door, since Rose had already entered. He smiled at her encouragingly and patted her shoulder, letting go. He turned to face the both of them, remaining in her field of vision so he wouldn't startle her again. She began to relax, telling herself to breathe deeply and slowly, that there was no danger. As if there was none... She felt as if they were being watched. No, no, don't think that way, she told herself and clenched her fists.

"Wow it's lovely!"Rosaline exclaimed, spinning around to look at everything. Persephone watched her and tried not to feel nauseous. The motion of Rose moving fast was causing her to be sick. She hadn't slept well that night or ate much, and the last thing she wanted was to watch Rose spin in circles. How come she felt so irritated? Seph tried to distance herself from her emotions. If Rose didn't stop soon -no, focus, she told herself and gritted her teeth. "How cute is that wallpaper! It's so vintage. Xavier you nailed this!"

Persephone glanced around and smiled to herself. "It's really nice," she commented simply, speaking for the first time in what had to be four hours. Perhaps shorter - maybe longer. She had lost track of time.

Xavier smiled at them both, relieved to see Rose's reaction and hear Seph's voice. "Thank you. Want to go look around together, you two?" He asked as he began pulling the blinds shut on the windows. Seph watched him and gently pulled him away. He looked down at her, blinking.

"Let's focus on the house right now." She told him quietly, nodding. "We can look around together. What about you, Rose?" The more she spoke, the more Xavier seemed stunned. It made her lips curl upwards into almost a smile. his negligence would bite him in the ass. He might have saved her from the psych ward, but in the end, she would be the one to save herself. Not him. No matter how hard he tried, she couldn't fathom him being caring. Forgiveness would be long hard road that she thought he best start running for now.

Fernwood Academy - Penguin & Potter

Shay

Shay leaned against a willow tree inside Fernwood Academy's gates, sighing and wishing she could sleep. She had to be up at 6:00 A.M to catch the train that took her to the academy. Now it was 7:15, and the damn place still had not opened up. Her uncle, Garrett, was not available to drive her due to a business meeting he had to attend. Although it did not bother her, she hated being up early. She surveyed the people littering the grounds ahead. There was Mike - a friend of hers since elementary school. He had nicknamed her "Moony" after her silver-grey eyes. It was one of her favorite features, next to her wings. Shay would have said hello, but he seemed immersed in his book and she did not want to disturb him.

She meandered over to a bench and sat down quietly. Laughter filled the air and caused her to whirl around. As meek as it were, they backed off. She sighed and rested her head on the back of the bench. Hopefully these underclassmen would learn to not be rude to others - especially in the morning. It was taking all her self control not to say anything. If anything bothered her, it would be bullying. Why people did it was beyond her. People could justify it anyway they wanted to but there was never a valid enough reason for it. She wasn't someone to just stand around and take it either, but she knew when to let it go. Now was that time.

Turning her attention away, Shay watched parents bidding their children goodbye and tore her gaze away. Shay had only known her family for a few years, Garrett had told her, until a fire engulfed their house. From what she understood, she had been at daycare when it occurred. However her parents had been home to prepare for work. They had murdered; murdered by King Zakheav of Russia. His reasoning had been for political reasons, though Shay did not know them entirely. She was furious with the situation and missed her parents. From what Garrett told her, they had been the best parents ever: loving, protective, and above all else, selfless. Their positions were Guardians, which was a career Shay was striving for daily. No other career had been considered. She would follow in her parent's footsteps and avenge their deaths. That had been a promise she made to herself years ago that she would keep. Garrett had been training her for her position, too. He seemed as adamant about her avenging their deaths as she.

Shay glanced around, looking for a familiar face or voice. She hoped Alex would arrive soon; he meant the world to her. He was everything: her rock, confidant, sunshine.... The list went on. He had been her best friend for the longest time. She had seen him as often as she wanted over the summer break. Garrett kept her busy this summer by training her frequently and extra hard. She had asked him why but he wouldn't tell her and asking more only caused him to yell. That, she admitted weakly to herself, had been frightening. The teenager had not dared asking him again and had cleared her mind of it. He must have had a good reason.... Garrett loved her and protected her. She trusted him entirely. From the training, Shay had joked he was doing it for war. It did not occur to her that it might actually be the reason and the war she would be facing was beyond her comprehension.

Alexander's familiar voice broke through her reverie and she bounded up excitedly. She gazed around, grinning wildly. She spotted him and smiled even more. Emma was with him! That little girl meant much to her, too. She had always wanted a sibling, and everyone in their group had one: Jason had his twin brother, Alcina and Ariana were twin sisters, Rose had an older brother, Alex had his sisters' though two were missing. She didn't know where they were, much less Alex. Shay had tried looking for them, but the guardians yelled at her too. It was a common occurrence to be yelled at, though she never truly cared. This year, however, gave her a sense of foreboding that being yelled at would be the least of her worries. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and reminder herself Alex could read minds.

"Alex!" she chirped in delight as she joined them and beamed. "Emma!" Shay embraced Alex tightly and knelt down to Emma's height to hug her. "Good to see you here, kiddo! How are you? And how's Mr.Alex? Was he a good boy this morning?" With a teasing grin, Shay picked up Emma and set her on her shoulders. She didn't want her to feel left out or scared and shrived to make Emma's day as cheerful as possible. Of course, she would do the same for the other,s but she didn't see them. Shay thought she had seen Jason skulking around but wasn't sure. Either way, she'd see him eventually. That was a thought powerful enough to wipe away any dark or unhappy memory: her friend's who were pretty much her family.

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@Potter Just focus on getting better, missy!

@TheWildBunnii

Thank you, I am. Taking it easy. :)

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My internet is back and I am recovering from being ill. I may post tonight, but probably tomorrow. My apologies.

@OfficerHeadButt; wonderful post.... LOL. Shay's reaction will be great.

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Not only do I not feel well, but my internet isnt working. I may post late. Sorry.