A beat of silence met Adam's question before Mia shrugged. "Oh, fine." She waved a hand towards the nearest school building. "Getting ready for the joy of this semester's piles of homework, that's all."
She tilted her head to one side and looked at him, temporarily ignoring the lure of the search to answer Adam properly. Damn, she really didn't know anything about him except for the most mundane rumors. She was pretty sure almost half of the students had been rumored to be gay or lesbian at some point during their time here, so that didn't tell her much. It was like the rumor that was slapped on when there was nothing else more interesting to be found. And the other one... him a robot? Come on, seriously?
She couldn't think of something good to ask Adam. "And, you? Decided on which class is your least favorite yet? Joined any new and interesting clubs?"
The question of prank or accident was pretty much solved when a third alarm started ringing. Oh, geez. How many were there going to be? There couldn't possibly be too many more waiting to go off, right…? Even with more people starting to get in on the search now, it would be a headache if they had to find them all before Phoenix could continue. He was still standing up there, the poor guy.
At least now she and Adam had reached the picnic tables. "It’s got to be around here somewhere,” she mused, more to herself than to anyone else. Then she turned to Adam. "Alright, now we can try to pinpoint where exactly it is. Choose a table and get started.”
Nothing sitting on the table. Not on the bench part. Not under, not around it. Mia moved on to the next nearest table, frowned as that seemed to make the sound grow softer, and backtracked to choose a different one. Half a minute later, she was sure that this was the place. It was definitely loudest here, so…
Where?
That was when she saw it. The alarm was nestled in a small hollow created where a branch connected to the trunk of a tree, one that shaded the table during hot months. It was a splash of bright blue, just at eye level. Mia snatched it out and hit the silver button on its top. Silence, blissful silence from this one, at least. She rubbed her thumb lightly over the writing at the back--room number of its owner?--before grinning and holding it up over her head.
"Found the first one!" she called out. Still clutching the offending alarm in one hand, she let her bag drop roughly to the ground and performed a one handed round off. She landed neatly, and let out a whoop.
Mia couldn't help it. She was a cheerleader, after all, and they had to show a little enthusiasm. The deed done, she slipped the alarm into her bag and prepared to continue searching.
Mia looked over as the black haired teen appeared beside her. Adam was somewhere in the year below her, wasn't he? Quiet guy. She didn't stop walking but nodded quickly at him. “Hey." She waved an arm vaguely towards the picnic benches farther out on the lawn. "I think I hear it coming from over there, so that's where I'm starting.”
But there were two alarms, weren't there? It made her feel like she was walking in the wrong direction because while she felt like it was getting louder, the other alarm was sending a different signal to her brain that she was wrong. It would be nice to think a student had simply set an alarm and then left their phone behind by accident, but… Mia felt a twinge of annoyance. First days were important.
Time: 5:20pm -> 5:30pm Location: Campus Commons Interacting: Anyone who wants to help
First days were always a little wild. There was, simply, so much to learn after an entire summer away. The did you hear this and did you hear that which had been ricocheting through the school all day both drove her crazy and made her feel more alive.
She was back.
Tugging her bag more securely over one shoulder, Mia exited the girls bathroom where she had been touching up her makeup and strode briskly down the empty hall. She was late. The cheerleaders’ first group meeting of the school year had ended almost an hour ago, but she’d stayed behind to mark through a few moves and the time had just disappeared.
Nova Infinitum’s cheerleading line was compromised. Each year was always a scramble to get a little patriotic demonstration together, because this welcome thing was always on the first day, yet they never missed it. While meeting over the summer was encouraged, those who returned home for the summer like her couldn't. Today's meeting was the first time they were all together, and they had scrambled to fix the formation with two members graduated and gone. A little wardrobe crisis had presented itself too: Iz had grown quite a bit over the summer and didn't fit into her old uniform anymore. They'd found a spare skirt for her but the shirt was a hopeless cause. Good thing the student council had extra welcome week shirts, and the student overseeing the distribution willing to donate the spares to a good cause.
In other words, they were rolling up and knotting the bright orange shirts to use as their tops this year. It had meant extra work with her makeup to ensure she didn't look hideous--most Chinese had trouble pulling off the color--but it was done. Now all she had to do was actually get there before the speeches were over.
Mia pulled out her phone, skimming over the “where are you” texts that she hadn't bothered to respond to. 5:22. With a sigh, she steeled her stomach and cast her intangibility over herself and belongings. She plummeted through the floor, undoing her intangibility once she was through, and landed in a crouch on the first floor. Faster than using the stairs.
There was a yelp from behind her. Turning, she flashed a wide grin at the shocked newbie, then jogged out the door onto the commons towards the gathered group.
Why was... Mia's grin faded. Phoenix stood up at the podium, but he wasn't talking and the students weren't paying attention. There was an out of place ringing, well audible even with the low buzz of students talking and someone's loud laughter.
"What the..."
Some other students seemed to be catching the amusement too, hiding giggles behind their hands.
Mia cast a look at the students around her. Blinked once. Twice. Then she raised her voice. "...Well, looks like it's a treasure hunt. Someone please find where that's coming from." With that, she took a guess and started off in the direction of one of the alarms.
Name: Mia Zhong Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Female, she/her Age: 17 (February 3) Year and Degree Program: High-school Junior, undecided Nationality: Chinese-American
Appearance:
Dark brown hair cropped just past chin length, long bangs swept carefully along her forehead. Deep brown eyes, a delicate nose and pointed chin. Mia is a pretty girl, slim and compactly muscular from all her gymnastics and cheer leading practice. She stands at five foot eight (perfect posture, of course!), but often appears taller thanks to the multiple pairs of high heels or heeled boots she owns.
Mia has a good dose of fashion sense. She knows what clothes to pair together in order to create a comfortable but good-looking outfit that will bring her through a long school day. Tank top first (so as not to violate the dress code), then a loose crop top over it and long skinny jeans. White blouse and delicately patterned skirt. Belted dress with long meshed sleeves. Short shorts only come out on weekends or holidays. She also loves long cardigans and light scarves.
Location and Notes on Star Mark: A singular star just above her navel about the size of a quarter. It is a brilliant white, well visible against her light brown skin, with eight points in total. It has four main large points and four smaller ones spaced in between.
Star power: Mia's star power enables her to turn objects or parts of an object intangible. The appearance of the object will remain as if nothing has happened, defying science more than it already is because even if, say, a wall were made intangible, that area still wouldn't let in light from the adjoining room or outdoors. It's like an illusion--there are no giveaway hints, so it's impossible to tell whether something is intangible or not until someone leans against it and goes right through. With the exception of herself, her power doesn't work on other humans or animals.
Making herself intangible forms the approximate upper edge of her power. She has trouble making things with a larger area intangible without slipping up--while she might be able to hold it for a few seconds, any longer and parts of the object may start flickering uncontrollably between solid and not. She must also see or touch what she is rendering intangible when she activates it and afterwards remain in short range of it.
Overuse of her power gives her headaches and achy bones. Often when she's tired or just extremely upset, feeling strong emotions will cause her to mess up her control... something that has ended in her falling through floors before.
Personality: A princess. Often her first impression comes off aloof and somewhat snotty, due to her immaculate wardrobe and upright posture. She's easy to laugh things off and dismiss matters, and likes to slide in a sarcastic comment or two in her conversations.
However, she's generally a decent person and open to socialize, though her attention span seems a bit short. She hasn't made it a secret that she's not crazy about grades; she'd rather practice a new routine or have some fun instead of study for the next test. Live your life full is her mentality. Some people get the impression that she doesn't care about anything or anyone deeply at all--calling her distant. Shallow. Snob. Others love it--she's beautiful, mysterious, captivating, if not a bit...
Off-putting? She's extremely, almost creepily, observant of others. A long, carefully aimed knowing look has been enough to send a few freshmen into nervous sweats. She also rarely seems to touch people. Most have accepted this and give her her space, but those who try to grab her arm or go in for a hug will often find she's made that part of herself intangible.
Despite this, she still has a large friend group. Maybe not close friends, but they're good enough for her. She's a princess up high, and all she's missing is her crown.
Biography: There's not much to tell about Mia. Her father immigrated to the United States from China before she was born, met her mother-to-be, fell in love. She was born a year later, her little sister three years after. They were a middle class family with a steady income, living not lavishly but comfortably.
As the oldest, her parents saw her fit to take on a lot of responsibility, so she learned to shoulder it young.
"Take good care of your younger sister." "It's time for you to learn how to contribute to the household." "Remember, homework before play. When's your next test?"
Everything was normal. She grew up a little anxious, a little eager to please, a little lonely. But mostly, it was okay. She didn't have a very close relationship with her sister, for in the eyes of a nine or ten year old they were worlds apart, but they were okay too.
Her star appeared when she was eleven, and that's when the trouble started. Her parents would have preferred she have gotten a more useful, less prankster-like ability, but for the most part they were fine with it. They didn't care, as long as she kept up her grades and appearances. But Mia... she wasn't okay with it. It made her nervous. She was different, now. Not like the other kids. And they made fun of her.
And...
Within a month, she proved she couldn't control it. She fell through things when she was too sad, mad, or even overly happy. Then she would sometimes flicker in and out of intangibility for hours, unable to grasp hold of the panic that always enveloped her when these things happened, the catastrophe only ending when she exhausted herself enough to fall asleep and her intangibility shut off. She would wake the next morning, head pounding, bones still aching, and know that she couldn't be sad, or mad, or happy today, because if she was then the whole thing might start all over.
After that first month of trial, her parents pulled her out of school. Homeschooling helped, a little, but she still struggled. It was proof that a child's emotions were powerful and volatile. Her parents had never realized before that Mia, their good little girl, felt so strongly. She'd never shown it.
After half a year, just as Mia turned twelve, her parents gave up on their notions that Mia could continue normally. Resigned, they put her in Nova Infintium's middle school program, and hoped the teachers there could do better.
Notable Rumors:
“Do you remember the name Ethan Parker?” “Maybe, I dunno. Why?” “Come on. Rumored to be Mia’s secret lover and boyfriend? Most average guy but with that cool windy power? “Okay, okay, I remember, what's the point? They were bland. We only have a minute before some teacher comes storming.” “No one has seen him this year, and it's been a month. He should be with us in sophomore. He loved it here.” “So…” “Remember they had that big fight end of last year? Word is Mia thought he was going to reveal some big secret of hers, so she turned the earth under him intangible so he fell in, and then made it solid again. Trapping him in there so he suffocated to death.” “She can't do that. That's scandalous.” “You think she can't? She's stronger than she looks. And meaner. Cheerleader girls always are. Ruthless.” “So what was her secret?” “No one knows, dumbo. That's why she killed Ethan.”
“You know what? Mia Zhong is a ghost.” “Now that's funny. Ha. Ha. Good try.” “No, I mean seriously. Has anyone ever touched her?” “Of course someone's touched her!” “Nope. Think harder. They always go right through.” “Maybe she's just touch averse. What about shaking hands?” “She doesn't do that.” “Well, shit.” Nervous laughter. “Now you got me thinking.”
Trivia: She ended her routine at cheerleader tryouts by backflipping and sinking into the ground. No one can agree whether it was for show or because she got so nervous she lost control at that last moment. She entered the institute's programs when she was twelve.
Here it is! I know you'll say if anything needs changing, but in particular let me know if the specifics of her power need to be changed. I wasn't sure exactly how strong an uncorrupted star should be.
Name: Mia Zhong Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Female, she/her Age: 17 (February 3) Year and Degree Program: High-school Junior, undecided Nationality: Chinese-American
Appearance:
Dark brown hair cropped just past chin length, long bangs swept carefully along her forehead. Deep brown eyes, a delicate nose and pointed chin. Mia is a pretty girl, slim and compactly muscular from all her gymnastics and cheer leading practice. She stands at five foot eight (perfect posture, of course!), but often appears taller thanks to the multiple pairs of high heels or heeled boots she owns.
Mia has a good dose of fashion sense. She knows what clothes to pair together in order to create a comfortable but good-looking outfit that will bring her through a long school day. Tank top first (so as not to violate the dress code), then a loose crop top over it and long skinny jeans. White blouse and delicately patterned skirt. Belted dress with long meshed sleeves. Short shorts only come out on weekends or holidays. She also loves long cardigans and light scarves.
Location and Notes on Star Mark: A singular star just above her navel about the size of a quarter. It is a brilliant white, well visible against her light brown skin, with eight points in total. It has four main large points and four smaller ones spaced in between.
Star power: Mia's star power enables her to turn objects or parts of an object intangible. The appearance of the object will remain as if nothing has happened, defying science more than it already is because even if, say, a wall were made intangible, that area still wouldn't let in light from the adjoining room or outdoors. It's like an illusion--there are no giveaway hints, so it's impossible to tell whether something is intangible or not until someone leans against it and goes right through. With the exception of herself, her power doesn't work on other humans or animals.
Making herself intangible forms the approximate upper edge of her power. She has trouble making things with a larger area intangible without slipping up--while she might be able to hold it for a few seconds, any longer and parts of the object may start flickering uncontrollably between solid and not. She must also see or touch what she is rendering intangible when she activates it and afterwards remain in short range of it.
Overuse of her power gives her headaches and achy bones. Often when she's tired or just extremely upset, feeling strong emotions will cause her to mess up her control... something that has ended in her falling through floors before.
Personality: A princess. Often her first impression comes off aloof and somewhat snotty, due to her immaculate wardrobe and upright posture. She's easy to laugh things off and dismiss matters, and likes to slide in a sarcastic comment or two in her conversations.
However, she's generally a decent person and open to socialize, though her attention span seems a bit short. She hasn't made it a secret that she's not crazy about grades; she'd rather practice a new routine or have some fun instead of study for the next test. Live your life full is her mentality. Some people get the impression that she doesn't care about anything or anyone deeply at all--calling her distant. Shallow. Snob. Others love it--she's beautiful, mysterious, captivating, if not a bit...
Off-putting? She's extremely, almost creepily, observant of others. A long, carefully aimed knowing look has been enough to send a few freshmen into nervous sweats. She also rarely seems to touch people. Most have accepted this and give her her space, but those who try to grab her arm or go in for a hug will often find she's made that part of herself intangible.
Despite this, she still has a large friend group. Maybe not close friends, but they're good enough for her. She's a princess up high, and all she's missing is her crown.
Biography: There's not much to tell about Mia. Her father immigrated to the United States from China before she was born, met her mother-to-be, fell in love. She was born a year later, her little sister three years after. They were a middle class family with a steady income, living not lavishly but comfortably.
As the oldest, her parents saw her fit to take on a lot of responsibility, so she learned to shoulder it young.
"Take good care of your younger sister." "It's time for you to learn how to contribute to the household." "Remember, homework before play. When's your next test?"
Everything was normal. She grew up a little anxious, a little eager to please, a little lonely. But mostly, it was okay. She didn't have a very close relationship with her sister, for in the eyes of a nine or ten year old they were worlds apart, but they were okay too.
Her star appeared when she was eleven, and that's when the trouble started. Her parents would have preferred she have gotten a more useful, less prankster-like ability, but for the most part they were fine with it. They didn't care, as long as she kept up her grades and appearances. But Mia... she wasn't okay with it. It made her nervous. She was different, now. Not like the other kids. And they made fun of her.
And...
Within a month, she proved she couldn't control it. She fell through things when she was too sad, mad, or even overly happy. Then she would sometimes flicker in and out of intangibility for hours, unable to grasp hold of the panic that always enveloped her when these things happened, the catastrophe only ending when she exhausted herself enough to fall asleep and her intangibility shut off. She would wake the next morning, head pounding, bones still aching, and know that she couldn't be sad, or mad, or happy today, because if she was then the whole thing might start all over.
After that first month of trial, her parents pulled her out of school. Homeschooling helped, a little, but she still struggled. It was proof that a child's emotions were powerful and volatile. Her parents had never realized before that Mia, their good little girl, felt so strongly. She'd never shown it.
After half a year, just as Mia turned twelve, her parents gave up on their notions that Mia could continue normally. Resigned, they put her in Nova Infintium's middle school program, and hoped the teachers there could do better.
Notable Rumors:
“Do you remember the name Ethan Parker?” “Maybe, I dunno. Why?” “Come on. Rumored to be Mia’s secret lover and boyfriend? Most average guy but with that cool windy power? “Okay, okay, I remember, what's the point? They were bland. We only have a minute before some teacher comes storming.” “No one has seen him this year, and it's been a month. He should be with us in sophomore. He loved it here.” “So…” “Remember they had that big fight end of last year? Word is Mia thought he was going to reveal some big secret of hers, so she turned the earth under him intangible so he fell in, and then made it solid again. Trapping him in there so he suffocated to death.” “She can't do that. That's scandalous.” “You think she can't? She's stronger than she looks. And meaner. Cheerleader girls always are. Ruthless.” “So what was her secret?” “No one knows, dumbo. That's why she killed Ethan.”
“You know what? Mia Zhong is a ghost.” “Now that's funny. Ha. Ha. Good try.” “No, I mean seriously. Has anyone ever touched her?” “Of course someone's touched her!” “Nope. Think harder. They always go right through.” “Maybe she's just touch averse. What about shaking hands?” “She doesn't do that.” “Well, shit.” Nervous laughter. “Now you got me thinking.”
Trivia: She ended her routine at cheerleader tryouts by backflipping and sinking into the ground. No one can agree whether it was for show or because she got so nervous she lost control at that last moment. She entered the institute's programs when she was twelve.
Anja gave Roger a quick once-over, still smiling, and noted especially the glowing eyes and the gloves. The gloves could just be to add some mystique to his appearance, but she would have to figure what abilities he had. She nodded at his silent offer—a little social time wouldn't hurt, even though part of her wanted to hurry to get set up. "Sure, let's go."
She waited for Roger to lead the way, her own luggage in hand. It wasn't that heavy, though, for it wasn't all she owned. She would have to pick up the rest of her stuff from where she had been living outside of the school later. @Spike
Thank you for stopping by. I have been struck by a craving for a new roleplay with someone, so here I am. A bit about me first, I suppose? I can write anything from a paragraph to several, but recently I have been struck hard by the "quality over quantity" motto, so I prefer to write less than ramble on and on about my character's current thoughts. I think I can respond two to three times a week, depending on the length of response needed. If our characters are in a conversation my replies may come faster, as it's often easier for me to write dialogue than description.
Now to switch over to bullet points for quick information sharing.
I'm fine with playing more than one character.
Writing on the forum, in PM, or in Discord are all fine with me.
Importantly: romance is fine and good, but I fade to black. No funny play.
FxM, MxM, and FxF are all good!
Please write in 3rd person. I do the same.
I don't do fandoms.
I like to mostly play characters in their teens.
I am female, and am open to playing both females and males. I don't mind if you're only comfortable playing one gender, but if you think it's weird I play both I'm probably not the right partner for you.
Let me know if you're leaving, or if you lose interest! I don't need explanations, I just would like to know.
Possible Pairings
My preferred role, if I have one, is bolded. These are only a few ideas, feel free to hit me with your ideas!
Vampire x Human
Supernatural x Hunter
Supernatural x Human
Test subject x Test subject
Test subject x Human (like after an escape)
Human x Human in a setting that is hopefully a bit more interesting than a slice of life school rp? Maybe in an apocalyptic setting? (Or something else)
Rich child x Poor child
Royalty member x Servant/Maid
Lost outsider to a place x Native (Like in a strange city?)
Criminal x Criminal
Criminal x Victim?
Plots
I'll explain this one in more detail if anyone is interested. But for now, a very brief summary since I have a ton of ideas for this. Some people have been getting magic powers, though they don't know why or how (though they may have ideas). But my behind-the-scenes idea is that they get these powers when in some dire situation. They get a burst of their power to get them out of their mess, and then it goes away for a while. Then their power starts flashing on and off, uncontrollably. Finally, it stabilizes and they can use it whenever they want... except there is a bad side effect to their magic.
So basically, we could each play one character or more if we want a group, but basically they would find each other and have to figure out their way through this.
So. There's a vampire on the loose. Perhaps there are a few rumors here and there about it, but mostly it's being covered up by those who are hunting it. One day, the vampire (I would prefer to play the vampire) is chased to an area that your character is in. Weaker than usual and low on blood, the vampire grabs your character as "hostage", threatening to kill your character if the hunters come closer.
Maybe because your character is the child of a high ranking person, or simply because the hunters are wary of causing the death of a human, the hunters hesitate. While holding the hunters at bay with the threat, the vampire feeds on your character (I know, it sounds bad) until they are strong enough to escape. I'm thinking this is before guns and high power weapons. But when the vampire escapes, they take your character along as a food source. Before, the vampire didn't want to capture one person to constantly feed on because it was a hassle, and because they couldn't find someone who tasted right.
So instead, the vampire picked out a person every once in a while, fed, and then left. But of course, this meant leaving a trail behind them. So then we get back to the story, where the vampire has decided to just keep your character with them because your character tastes so good! From there, they are stuck together. This strikes me as an idea that has a good possibility for romance, if you're interested in that.
This is the standard "end of the world" survival thing. Last few people on the earth, meet, join together eventually, etc. Still, it's something I wouldn't mind doing. We can have one character each, or we can make a few.
A character is shipwrecked onto a remote island, and is found by another character who has been hiding out there. We can brainstorm reasons!
You know those dystopian walled cities? Our characters live in there, but one day they are kicked out into the wilderness beyond. Maybe they participated in criminal activity, maybe they became a threat and tried to uncover the government for what they really are, etc. But either way, they end up outside and have to find a way to survive. It's known that there are dangerous monsters out there, hence the wall, but maybe they don't exist. Or they can, both ways can be interesting.
Now, I do have to say I'm eager to see if anyone is going to approach me for any of these. So though I may add more later, I'm posting this now! Suggesting additional plots is always welcome. If you're interested, please PM me!
She had been observing the other students mingle for a few minutes now, close enough to catch a few snatches of conversation, but far away enough that she didn't look like she was hovering around. A boy and two girls, one of which seemed to communicate only by writing, caught her attention. When the girls left, she took her chance. Taking just a moment to make sure her clothes—black jeggings, plain white shirt, and a jeans jacket—looked just as perfect as they had been earlier that morning, she then approached.
"Hey." Anja gave him a smile and cocked her head. "So if you're not Shelley, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
She extended her arm for a handshake. "Anja here." @HeroicSociopath Hope you don't mind me joining in
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