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the role-play starts during school right before the end of last period. everyone goes home and then comes back for the ball.

[GOD!]

Aaron -Havoc- Mar
-Pic-
with out the tiara
Age:17
Grade: Junior
Sex: male
~ As much as you might love him, he is basically Antisocial. Being by himself, and never really [paying any attention to those around him. Seems to be mistrusted, a outsider who was not good enough to be put in the school. Never donated a dime, never even payed for scholarship. They all think he threatened his way in. It might be just about right, if he would take to some one to threaten.~

Being a gifted he has a nick name. Most of the time people call him Havoc. Messing with peoples brain so they always get to see the worse picture is his calling. One moment you see your homework completely done, the next it is up in flames. Of course it is always a illusion so it can't hurt no one, but it can sure freak people out. It can be from only one person viewing it to the whole school ground watching something. Downside, he can't control it, so he himself see many illusions like that. Use to freak him out, now it doesn't even brother him.

<I will post an intro after you Smarty>

[PuppyWuffyKins]

Janette 'Cinderella' Kelley
The Goody Two-Shoes

Janette, a human, was one of the most bullied students. Everyone pulled pranks on her. Why? Because the brunette blue-eyed 'princess perfect' was just that. She was an extreme fan of Disney, even from a little child. So they nicknamed her Cinderella. Not everyone laughs at her, but most do. So, she has no friends. She pretends to be fine and happy, but down inside she's depressed. So, what does she wear? Black clothes, black nail polish. Black purse, black rings, black everything- everything but her hair and eyes. Those she leaves untouched. Though she does have permanent black streaks in her light brown hair. She often sat outside between classes. During spring, fall, and winter, she preferred inside, so, she had a tan in the summer, and during the other seasons, she was very pale. She was quite tall, and looked about seventeen, though she was fifteen.

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be my bad b o y } A smile was placed firmly on a girl's face as her pale green eyes watched the clock tick. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The end of school was getting near, only roughly five more minutes. It seemed as though the hour had worn on mercilessly. It wasn't like it was the end of the school year or anything, only the end of another day - though this was a special day. Willow was even going to do a report on the events taking place this afternoon. She tapped her pencil anxiously. Couldn't Professor Locke let out the creative writing class any sooner? She finally tore her eyes away from the ticking clock, replacing it on the shaggy-haired, blue-eyed man. He was walking around the room, placing papers on desks. Willow sighed slightly. He would stop to talk to every single person - at least he was almost done. Then he came to her. He coughed slightly, making her eyesight sharpen on him more and blink a few times. "Miss Rosenbloom," he said, nodding once before placing a paper on her desk - with a packet and book beneath it. Curious, she picked up the paper first - her grin widening at the large red A at the top. She then looked at the packet. It was a simple packet for her to finish and bring back in a few weeks to see if she should be put in advanced placement, A's since the beginning of the year can do that. Willow then looked at the book, and realized it was a journalism book, with papers and applications to different newspapers around the country and state. Her eyes widened slightly as the bell rang and she slipped everything into her messenger bag. She stood up shakily, walking toward the front of the classroom and door. As she walked past Mister Locke he simply said, "Might as well prepare you." She nodded, her smile returning as she walked out of the door.

be my weekend l o v e r }

[/color] Willow clicked her tongue slightly as she walked out of the classroom, brushing back some of her fiery red hair. Tonight would be a great story. Everyone hidden behind masks, and illusions always equaled tons of drama. Rosenbloom merely nodded her head slightly as her step brother walked past her, talking with a few of his friends - he didn't even acknowledge her. She scowled as the pale skinned boy. He was always so rude everywhere but in class, even at home. She brushed it off and continued to her locker. Carefully putting in the numbers of her combination it swung open and she looked in it to see everything messed up, some charred ashes at the bottom, and about every decline from the newspapers she had tried to join. You know the larger ones of New York. All of them with large red letters, 'ha ha ha ha'. She growled slightly, ripping all of them down and stuffing them in the bottom of her locker. She rolled her eyes, taking her history book out harshly and then slamming her locker - it closing with a simple clicking noise. Rosenbloom closed her eyes, holding the book to her chest and breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm her nerves. [/blockquote]

!let me go n o w }}

[/color] A chorus of laughs came from down the hallway as a group of boys turned the corner. They had been joking and joshing around with their gifts since fifth hour. Obviously, the pack had skipped their last two classes to have a little fun. They couldn't during school with all of those humans in the classes, so they chose to skip and have a little fun. If you looked at the group, you could tell most of them were surrounding one, and looking toward him. This one, would of course, be Damien Averey Anderson. He was more or less the king bee of the school, even though cliques were strictly prohibated. Everyone admired him, while some were afraid of him - 'specially the gifteds that knew he could fry their ass if they got him mad. He was laughing mostly the loudest, and was one of the only ones who waved when three of the pack broke off to go down another hallway. As the last three boys walked to the front doors, Damien spoke. 'Hey guys, Im going to stay after school to wait for Willow. If I dont Im dead, and you know how long itll be,'[/color] he said, rolling his eyes to emphasize. They all laughed, and the other two finally departed after a quick wave.

! S H A K E }} He shook his head, watching after his friends for a moment. They got annoying occasionally, but they were all really close friends. Damien then turned around, walking towards the large barrier looking things along Sphinx Academy's steps. He hopped up on it, leaning back agaisnt the incline that went up the school. He then put his left hand in his pocket, blinking his eyes and beginning to stare at the sky.[/blockquote]

[Blaze]

Lance "Psych" Marcus
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Sex: Male

Be careful what you say... and think.
Lance, often called Psych, is a gifted human. Born with psychic powers, Psych was a social outcast until middle school. Thats when he learned to control his powers. He can read minds and psychically move/grab items. He's 6'1" and has short black hair and misty blue eyes. He has an slightly muscular build, though with his power he doesn't really need it. He's also kind of clumsy. Psych not the most popular kid in Sphinx, but he has a lot of connections and friends.

Actual Role-Play: As ball flew all around him, Lance had only one thing on his mind. Freedom. He was eager to get out of this torture chamber they called high school. Finally, after hours of waiting, the bell rung. Saved by the bell..... he thought with amusement as a ball flew toward the spot where he was just standing. As he walked to his locker, he day-dreamed about the summer. Ahhh..... What could be better? No school, relaxing in the water, hot chicks in bikinis..... All of a sudden he found himself face-to-face with the principle and next thing he knew he was on the ground. He quickly got up to face the principle again. "Are you ok, Ma'am? I'm sorry. I should pay more attention" But before she could answer Lance was already on his way to his locker.

After taking a short-cut through the library, Lance found himself right next to an extremely attractive girl with red hair. Startled, he barely noticed that this girl seemed to be freaking out. "Umm... Are you ok?" he asked as nicely as he could. "You seem a bit... troubled."

[GOD!]

How nice the bell rang, now he couldn't get in trouble for ditching class again. Who really wants to go to English anyways, he already knows enough about writing. Shaking his head, blonde curls rolling over his eyes. How much did his teachers hate that, enough to get on his case every class. Havoc let out a chuckle when he thought of his teachers. They always though he had potential, well when he was in class that is. He stood up, sitting near a wall was getting quiet boring. he stretched his arms and glanced around, no one was around the hall just yet, no one to scare with silly mind games. Walking down the hall he saw two people,right at a locker.

A gifted and a human. Being here long enough you seem to learn you is who. It looks like Psych was talking to that newspaper girl. The one who always wants top know the gossip. He shrugged, his back trench coat was unbuttoned, showing off his striped red shirt. He scratched at his head for a bit then stop were he was. letting out a sigh he walked toward his locker, which was placed a couple lockers down from Willow, and opened it, completely ignoring the other two.

[PuppyWuffyKins]

Janette walked briskly through the hallways as the bell rang. The pale, tall figure was smiling on the outside, crying on the inside. She hated science class. It was so boring, not to mention science disaprooved of magic. Being a lover of Disney, Janette also pretended to beleive in magic. She knew it wasn't real but liked to pretend it was. Her light brown hair was a mess, the black streaks tangled with the natrual brunette locks. Her black dress flowed as far from smooth as it could as she half walked, half ran to her locker. She clicked in the combination. Click, click, click, clock. She opened the door and put her books in, sighing. She closed it slowly, scanning her locker for nothing in particular. She shut it with a click and locked it.

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be my bad b o y } Calming down wasn't exactly her strong point, but breathing slowly usually did the trick. She tightened her eyes more, blocking out all sources of light whatsoever. It helped if it was dark, and there were no noises. Most people had finally filtered out of the school, the excitement buzzing with the october ball close at hand. So her reaction to the sudden voice near her was only natural. "Oh!"

[/color] Came the surprised gasp as the boys voice echoed into her ear. The book she was holding dropped to the ground, and with a small scowl she bent over to pick it up. Why must her locker be next to the doors to the library. Oh how she wished it was nearer to the doors to the school. "Er, Im fine. Just breathing a bit,"[/color] she said, conjuring up a smile. He was? She searched her brain for his name. Rosenbloom knew everyone in the school. She was the newspaper's editor, and it was only right for her to know. Click. Ahh, yes. Lance Marcus. Short name, he probably has a longer one she doesn't know about. WIllow shrugged slightly, trying to think of something else to say. Then Havoc showed up at his locker.

be my weekend l o v e r }[/color] Her smile grew a bit. Someone she actually knew, then she remembered she was supposed to ask him a few questions about the ball. She nodded her head to Psych and took the few steps in between her locker and Aaron's. "Hi Aaron,"[/color] she said simply. Then someone walked by and gave her a weird look when she said hi. Why did people sometimes do that when she talked to someone? It was like they had another name they went by. Willow quickly shook this thought out of her head. "Ms. Larkington was wondering if I could ask you a few questions for the paper. Ya' know, about the ball tonight,"[/color] she said. "She would normally have me ask you at it, but I wouldn't know who you were. Now would I?"[/color] she said, sarcasm in her voice. Willow always knew who people were, she was quite talented - for a human at least.[/blockquote]

[Blaze]

Lance was a bit surprised as the beautiful girl simply turned around to talk to Havoc. Sometimes Lance hated Havoc. Their was something about Havoc that he didn't like. He could never figure it out. Envy, maybe? he thought to himself. It can't be!! He frowned at his confused state. Get yourself together, man!! He began to walk away, but stopped mid-step. Maybe.... Just maybe.... he thought with a devious grin. he quickly opened his locker. Pretending to be shuffling though papers, he focused thoughts on the girl, probing her mind.

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be my bad b o y } She leaned against the locker next to Havoc, wanting to take some of the pressure off of her legs. She'd been walking all day, asking questions and such. 'God, why is the school day always so busy?' she asked herself, blinking her eyes a few times. It was like the boy wasn't going to answer. 'It's only been two seconds Willow, shut up,' she thought, arguing with her impatient side again. She felt sorry for anyone who could read her mind, 'But that's impossible Willow, remember?'

[/i] she said, thinking to herself once more. Poor, poor Willow and her multiple personalities. Well, in a way they were multiple. She had different features of her persona that conflicted, and thus warred in her head when she wasn't thinking about something. Perhaps that was why she was always busying herself - so she never had time to think to herself about things. Maybe that's where he impatience sprung up from. Who knows?[/blockquote]

[Blaze]

As Lance secretly scanned this girls mind, he learned a lot. Apparently this Willow girl had a lot of confusing things on her mind. But it became very confusing when he noticed she said, or thought, she felt sorry for anyone reading her mind, Was she toying with him? Or is it meer coincidence? It must just be a coincidence, he concluded. How could she know my secret? We just meet!! I must be paranoid or something... Now he deiced it was time for him to go.

Outside, he noticed his friend Damien leaning against a wall looking bored. "Hey, Damien!! Hows it going?" Lance called from the door. As he walked to his friend, he only had that Willow girl on his mind. "I see someone played hooky today" He said with a grin. "Hey, do you know that good looking Willow girl? She's a junior."

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!let me go n o w }}

[/color] Silence. Tanquility. Oddly that's what it felt like for Damien after the rush of people out of the door. It was now quiet, with the exclusion of the wildlife surrounding the academy. He sighed slightly, closing his eyes and leaning back more. How peaceful it would be if it were like this every day, without having to keep secrets or anything of that sort. But his fire manipulation was a secret only other gifteds knew about - not a single human soul had known except for his late stepmother, Willow's mother. She had found out about her boyfriend's telepathic ability - or was it his telekinetic? - Either way Alexandra Rosenbloom had found out about Thomas Anderson's ability, and she had been enthralled by it. Then with no secret between them, they had married and Damien had been stuck with an overobservant, annoying younger step sister who didnt - and wasnt allowed to - know a thing about the gifteds of the world. You could say it was interesting in the morning while people were waking up and you had a bit of a temper, and fire powers easily accesible - and the want to singe your sister's hair off. These thoughts were scattered though when the yell was heard, his opened his eyes - turning his head toward the boy who had called.

! S H A K E }} 'Oh, Hi Lance,'[/color] he said, nodding slightly. He rarely answered any questions of hows it going - because everyone should know it was always going great for him - but this was one of these rare times. 'Good, for the most part. Bored,'[/color] he said, rolling his eyes at the hooky thing. He listened to Lance ramble on about some girl he met. Then it clicked. Willow? Did he just say Willow? It then dawned on Damien he had. He had said Willow. Junior. Willow. Willow Rosenbloom. There was no other girl with such a weirdly floral name. He gagged. Yes, actually gagged - the coughing and everything. Anderson leaned forward, trying to catch his breath before bursting into intense laughter. 'Willow? You think Willows good looking? Man dude your completely insane,"[/color] he said, still laughing. Then it dawned on him, he knew Willow was Damien's stepsister right? Probably not now that he thought of it. Lance was a close friend, but not the close enough type to be trusted enough not to use his power long enough to come over to Damien's house and hang out. So thus, he didnt know about the annoying red head who occupied the bedroom across from his. And since Damien had his father put up one of those nifty mind block things in his head, Lance never was able to read his mind. But maybe it was better people didnt know the journalist freak girl was the king bee's step sister. Wow, social status down the drain with that one. But he pushed these thoughts out of his head quickly and continued laughing.[/blockquote]

[Blaze]

Lance was bewildered when Damien gagged and burst into laughter at Willow. He tried reading his mind, but he couldn't because of the mind block he set up. And because Damien could control fire, his head now burned like crazy. "What's wrong with Willow?!? I'm not insane!! Lance was a bit surprised at the slight hint of harshness in his voice. "Am I supposed to know something, here!! You don't have to be a psychic to figure that out!!"

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!let me go n o w }}

[/color] The laughter died down a bit, giving Damien the chance to throw Lance a weird look at the boy's tone. Him, yelling at Pyro - and meaning it? Woah, bad idea. Damien flamed up his hand lightly, looking at it as the flames danced. It was a sort of threat, you know the small ones just to get a point across. Pyro halted it quickly though, snapping his figures and the cold flames disappearing. 'Yes, yes there is something you should know,'[/color] he said, leaving Lance hanging. 'Willow would be my step sister,'[/color] he commented lightly. Willow might only be a step sister - but he still was a bit protective over her, be it him only a few months older. And one of your friends calling your sister good looking isn't exactly what you want to hear.[/blockquote]

[Blaze]

As soon as he saw Pyro's reaction, Lance knew he was in trouble. He took a step back, almost tripping. "Look, Pyro. I don't mean trouble." He protested. "I'm not looking for a fight, either." Lance was starting to get a bit scared. "If you wasn't me to back of because she's your sister, i get it." He wonder was he wasn't running for cover by now. As he began to walk away, Lance stopped and quickly turned around. "You know what, Pyro!" he said the name with as much disgust as he could, which wasn't a lot because he thought it was a sweet name. "I don't care if she's your sister!! I you have a problem with that, you can take it up with me!!" By then a crowd started to form by then. Lance started to worry if he was taking it to far. And then he did. "Let's settle this like men. You, me, at the ball tonight. You game, hot-shot?"

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!let me go n o w }}

[/color] Damien smirked as Lance backed away. How simple it was to scare the wits out of someone. Being on top had its perks. People were either scared of you, loathed you, or loved you. He then began to close his eyes and lay back a bit more as the boy walked off, only to hear him yelling again. Grumbling his eyes shot open - the blue hue looking like flames. Why couldn't he just drop it and go away. Now a little ticked that his peaceful scenario was being disrupted by now only Lance but the damn crowd that had gathered in the general vacinity of the high schoolers, Damien lept off of his perch on the stone. He was more than tempted to flame up right then and there, but as his eyes darted through the crowd he realized that a few of the bystanders were human - and thus didnt know that he could turn into a human fireball in the blink of an eye. He then settled for a substantial glare at the other boy, his eyes showing the intensity behind his words. 'Fine Marcus, you'll get your fight tonight,'[/color] he said, blinking his eyes before smirking once more. 'Just dont eat your words when the ball rolls around. Oh, and try to relax. I dont want it to be too easy,'[/color] he said, smirking more as his eyes flashed with the silent threat. Wanting a bigger response from Lance, Damien momentarily put down the mind block, thinking one thing while hoping Psych was watching. 'Beware Psych, this fight may be your last,'[/color] he said, his expression not wavering. Winking once, he waved the crowd away with a flick of his hand - everyone scattering to their places.

! S H A K E } Great, with the fight business and Lance's headstrong attitude Damien was all worked up know. There was no chance that he could just hop back on his perch and relax it all away. No, he was wild now - his fire powers wanting to let loose. He growled to himself. Why the hell was Willow taking so long in there. 'Should've asked Lance,'[/color] he realized as he walked into the school. Damien was walking with his hands in his blue jeans, his white and black checkered jacket only particially zipped up - reveiling the black t shirt he wore beneath it, and his eyes staring in a straight line on the ground. So thus, there was no way he would've seen the girl that was shuffling in her locker. He also would've noticed the locker - which he didn't. But I can freely say he noticed it when his head slammed into it. cha'.

!let me go n o w }} BANG! Goes Damien's head slamming into the front side of a steel blue locker. Fun Fun. A groan escaped his lips as he staggered backwards and fell to the ground, his hands coming out of his jean pockets to flail for a minute before going backwards to try and catch himself. They failed. Pyro fell against the pretty tiled floor - hard. He groaned again, more like a moan sort of as he hit the ground. His jacket was now ruffled, and his head was pounding harder then his iPod headphones - which was pretty damn hard. 'What, .. What hit me?'[/color] he murmered to himself, finally able to croak something out in his shocked state. [/blockquote]

[GOD!]

What a strange reaction, Willow came up to him. He glanced at her, not really taking his face out of his locker. Enough to see her lean against a locker close to his. She seemed calm and collected, he wonder what Psych had read. Then re walked away, as quick as that. Havoc brought his hand tot he back of his head rub it and then turned and faced Willow, while muttering 'missed my chance.' It would have been fun to see what he could have made Psych see, maybe Willow catching fire. With a grunt he dismissed the idea, better not even try it.

He let out a chuckle, not only did she call him Aaron, but also assumed he was going to the ball. He waved his hand a bit and look at her, blonde hair hiding his eyes. "You wouldn't see me, because I wouldn't be there." he said to her. Cold hard truth, the way Havoc like it. He shrugged after what he said, he didn't care if she asked him questions. It was for the newspaper, something easily toasted with a flame.

[Blaze]

As soon as those words were out of his mouth he regretted it. 'How the h*ll am I supposed fight the king of the school??' he thought in slight panic. He tried to hide his fear as best as he could, which seemed to work. He tried entering Pyro's mind risking the burn. But he was surprised but disappointed when all he heard was 'Beware Psych, this fight may be your last,' As the crowd broke, Pyro went back to the school and Lance began to walk home. 'Well, you've definitely gotten yourself into a rut today,' he thought. Then he realized a grim truth. 'Well, if you beat up Willow's brother, she'll hate you. And if you lose, she'll hate you. So, it's an altogether lose-lose situation. Why must things always play out like this for me?' He continued walking home with worried thoughts buzzing in his mind. He just realized what a nice day it was. 'It won't be so nice when your blood is splattered on the ground' he told himself with digest. He wondered if Pyro was going to use his power at the fight...

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be my bad b o y } From the long wait - well long in Willows mind, it was actually quite short. Merely about a half a minute before Havoc had responded, anyway. From the wait, Willow had begun to sing a Cobra Starship song in her head. Guilty Pleasure. Though she phased out of it when Havoc spoke. "What do you mean you won't be there Aaron?"

[/color] The answers would be useless if he wasn't even there. Honestly, you're supposed to go to the balls. "You should go, You'd have fun,"[/color] she said simply. He might, he might not. But it would be better for her if he did go. What was the use of questioning someone who wasn't even going?[/blockquote]

[GOD!]

Aaraon shook his head, of course she would want him to go, how else was she to get a story from him. "Why do you want to interview me anyways? he asked her. A fitting question right, no one really cared about him unless he was standing in front of them using his mind powers. He didn't care much for any one, so why should the care for him.

"And the ball is going to be boring." he said again. He shrugged again, 'why else wouldn't I go. I just don't want to' he thought to himself. Holding his tongue maybe she would take that hint and stop bugging him about it. Today wasn't the day to make an enemy. Plus with the news he heard, about Willow and Pyro. Not like he was on bad spot with Pyro, they really ever talk, but a fight wasn't what he was looking for.