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Post by ▐ MONARCHY ♥ on Jul 30, 2008 23:06:57 GMT -5
be my bad b o y } Willow's eyes sharpened a bit, the blue a tad more intenified than before. "I'm asking you because Ms. Larkington asked me too, saying that you would be one of those there," [/color] she said cooly. Even after a whole year and a half at Sphinx Academy she still couldn't fathom how the principal, or headmistress as some odd ones called her, always guessed correctly. It was like she could see into the future or something. But then she groaned silently in her head. What was he point of interviewing him? He wasn't even going to the damn ball! Willow breathed out a small sigh, locking her eyes with Havoc's. "You really should go Aaron, I have a feeling this ball won't be so boring,"[/color] she said, dipping a bit into her intuition. Why did she feel like that? She shrugged it off lightly. There was always intense drama at balls - maybe this one would just have something special. "Sure you won't go?"[/color][/blockquote]
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Post by GOD! on Jul 30, 2008 23:25:47 GMT -5
He shook his head, this was really the tenth time some one asked him really. First his "group" wanted to cause mischief, and no Willow wanted to interview him. He shook his head again and sighed. "Fine, I will go." he mumbled. not really wanting to get into a fight, and she just didn't want to give up. Maybe he could cause some Havoc there. Freak some people out, make them run screaming out of the ball.
He turned his attention back to Williow, letting out a little gasp when he saw her. her face rotten with bugs crawling out. Skin was peeling off, he quickly closed his eyes. Another vision of her wasn't what he need. Her normal looks weren't bad, but he didn't need that. No one need that. It makes him feel a tad bit sorry for his victims, just a tad though. "So the questions?" he asked her. The quicker this was done the better.
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Post by ▐ MONARCHY ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 0:04:34 GMT -5
She had been looking at him from under her bangs, an innocent expression at most. A smile had been crawling across her face she watched his facial expressions change to defeat - that's when she grinned. "Great!" [/color] she said, her eyes a bit brighter. Yet another one fallen into her stubborn arguments. A confused look flickered across her face at his surprised gasp as he looked at her. Odd much? She shook it off though. "Oh, the questions? I'll just ask you at the ball."[/color] she said, her face showing her amusement. "'Kay?"[/color] she asked, even though she would just ask him at the ball anyway if he said no.[/blockquote]
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Post by PuppyWuffyKins on Jul 31, 2008 0:11:03 GMT -5
Janette heard a noise. It sounded like a Bam, or a Bang... She looked, and look who walked into her locker door? Damien; king of the school. She sighed and looked at him, laying on the ground. "You hit my locker door. I'm sorry, I would have closed it if I heard you coming. D'ya need some help up?" She said, offering a hand. The pale, tall, black-clothed female blinked. She hoped he wouldn't be mad at her. It wasn't her fault. why should he? It was still possible he'd get mad. She was used to it, didn't mean she liked it though. What if he got arrogant for her offering to help him up? She hoped not. That would be so insultingly embarresing, she might get angry and hit him or yell or something. But then she'd drop lower in her social rank, so she would try to refrain from yelling, or hitting Damien. I mean, you seriously do not hit popular people. It's just wrong.
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Post by GOD! on Jul 31, 2008 8:12:52 GMT -5
"Sure, sure." Havoc said with a nod. He let out a little yawn and turned around, it was time he got him and sense she didn't have question. Havoc just figure she was done. Titling his head to the side, a crack loud enough for Hacoc to her. Then he was on he was. He she wanted anything she would probably run after him. If that were to happen then he would stop and talk some more. More or less if he wanted to but he would.
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Post by ▐ MONARCHY ♥ on Aug 1, 2008 0:10:22 GMT -5
Damien shook his head. Still a bit confused on what was happening. He opened his eyes, looking at the girl. The first thing that registered was - 'unpopular'. It was a sad thing when your mind went that low, but still, that's how his worked. He shut his eyes, registering that her name was Jane or something like that. As he opened them again he saw her hand extended out. He waved it off, choosing to get up himself.
He brushed off his jeans, giving an apoligetic look at Janette. "It's my fault actually, I wasn't watching where I was going," [/color] he said simply, looking back up at her. XXXXXXXXXXXX Willow tilted her head to the side slightly. He was leaving, just like that. Not even a goodbye. "Umm, alright then! See you at the ball Aaron!"[/color] she said after him, turning around in the same moment. Her feet then carried her toward the front of the school, where she found Damien talking to a girl nicknamed Cinderella. "Hey Damien, Ready to leave?"[/color] she said - not even stopping. As she walked past she hooked his arm in hers, dragging him along. "I guess,"[/color] was his simple response as he back peddled while he was in an armlock, before getting out of it and walking next to her on the way home. OOC:// Now everyone posts their charrie getting ready for the ball, and than arriving there. =P i'll post again once somebody else posts. [/blockquote]
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Post by Blaze on Aug 1, 2008 1:48:21 GMT -5
'The red one or the blue one?' Lance asked himself as he debated on clothes for the ball. 'Either way, its probably gonna get scorched,' he thought grimly. After he ended up choosing the blue shirt, he pulled on a pair of nice jeans, grabbed his oldest, crappiest skateboard and got a drink of water. Even after all the regret, there was no turning back now. As he walked out the door, he made one last wish to be struck by a car.
At the ball, Lance had a lot of preparing to do. He constantly scanned his surrounding for anything he could use in the fight. he found several things, but most were outside. 'It wouldn't be a problem if i could just use my powers!' he thought to himself. HE also began scanning the mind of surrounding people to see what other people thought about the fight. That didn't do much good. After 5 or 6 minds, he realized that the odds were against him. WAY against him.
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Post by ▐ MONARCHY ♥ on Aug 1, 2008 4:09:56 GMT -5
xx WiLLOW ,, there's a place off ocean avenue, where I used to sit and talk with you, we were both sixteen and it felt so right, sleeping all day, staying up all night, staying up all night. Willow smiled largely as she got to the front door to her lovely home. Riight. She sighed heavily as she reached the front door, beginning to fiddle with the knob. After a minute or so of annoyence she turned around with an annoyed look, glaring at Damien. He gave her his key, and she slipped it into the lock - turning it until she heard the soft click or the lock being tripped. Then she smiled, tossing the key behind her and scurrying inside and up the stairs. "Miss Rosenbloom where are you going?" The voice called from the other room's doorway. She stopped, hurrying back down a few steps to look at her step father through the railing. "Ball, gotta get ready!" [/color] She said, running back up the stairs and throwing her door open. She quickly slammed it behind her, flinging her bag on her canopy bed and then running over to the stereo system. Willow immediately pressed the 'play' button, pushing the volume lever to 'high' and taking a moment to listen to her stereo blare the first song on her iPod playlist. The neon green lights went across the little iPod's screen - 'Cobra Starship - Bring It'. Willow then let out another sigh, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. It read 7:16, making her nearly scream. The ball was at eight, and she was supposed to get ready in less than an hour? This is what happens when your idiotic step brother forgets his volvo at home. Letting out a soft groan she swiftly stripped and lept in the shower for fifteen minutes. Slipping on some grey sweat pants and a baggy white t-shirt she wrapped a towel around her wet red hair. Once again those baby blues looked toward the clock. The junior grabbed the end of her bed, almost fainting from seeing it read 7:39. Only twenty-one one minutes to get ready? I'm going to die before this night's over,' she thought simply, maybe not over shooting the mark a bit. Hell! She could end up with scorched hair by time the night was over - and she didnt even know it, poor Willow. She practically jumped from beside her bed and flung her closet doors open. Her eyes scanned the hangers, looking for the precise dress, when the song changed. Now, this isn't exactly the biggest deal in the world - seeing as it merely changed to a Paramore song. What was the big deal was that her door was open with Damien leaning against the frame holding a hanger with some sort of clothing covered in plastic. Willow's face broke into a smile as she saw it, and then lept forward embracing him in a hug. "Best brother in the world, you're officially that now,"[/color] she said as she swiped the dress and pushed him out the door. She was in the process of removing the towel from her now dry hair when he opened it a bit and threw the mask at her. She nodded and then shooed him out again - quickly slipping into the silver dress. Sighing in relief at the clock, 7:58. Not bad timing, not bad at all. She then took a few pins, putting her hair up swiftly into an intricate pattern, before running out of the door and downstairs. She ran into the kitchen, kissing her step father on the cheek and merely saying an "Alright!"[/color] When he wished her good luck since she was already flying out of the door to the volvo. Damien was already there waiting, of course. He was dressed in the tuxedo he always wore to these get togethers. She smiled sweetly before hoping into shotgun. Willow then began to tap her thigh with her forefinger in nervousness as Damien slowly sat in the driver's seat and started the car. He shok his head at her, beginning to speak. "Simple advice Sis, calm down. It's always good to arrive fashionably late,"[/color] he said, smirking confidently. He then started the car, driving the two of them to the school. Others were there already, seeing as it was now roughly eight forty five - ish and it had started at eight. She finally sighed in relief, quickly jumping out of the car and beginning to walk away, before of course Damien called her. "Rosenbloom!"[/color] he said, still smirking as he tossed her the silver mask with black feathers coming from the edges. She nodded, slipping it on and looking at his through her baby blue eyes. "Keep observant tonight, you might just get a story,"[/color] he said, as he slipped on his own. She smiled curiously, giving the simply response of, "You know I always am brother,"[/color] before scampering off inside and beginning to mingle. (xD)[/blockquote] && damien ,, " sit tight, im gonna need you to keep time come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me good, good now we're making some progress come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat and I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well dont you see, im the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Damien shook his head to himself as he trailed after his younger sister. She had practically ran back to the house, yet it still took them a few hours. He was as she fiddled with the door handle as she got to the door. Amuse, he took out his silver keys and held them up toward her. Then when she turned around, her face red and her expression flustered, he couldn't help but laugh lightly. He merely smiled as she glared and snatched the keys to open the door. Damien leaned against the door, watching the scene play out in front of him. Willow raced up the stairs, until of course Johnathon called to her. He was so naive for a middle-aged man. He was seriously asking what his daughter was doing? How severely oblivious. Had Willow not been talking about the ball months in advance? Like when school started? Damien chuckled slightly at his dad's face - confused, concerned perhaps? "Might as well help him out,' he thought, sighing slightly as he walked through the door to the Anderson-Rosenbloom home. He closed the door behind him, walking up the first few stairs before stopping and explaining to his father about how important this was to Willow.
About ten minutes - vaguely - later the father nodded his head in understandment as Damien agreed on something and finished his trek up the stairs. He came to his room, slightly annoyed that Willow was blasting her Cobra Starship music already. He opened his door, throwing his keys in a braided basket that also held his Zune, old iPod, cellphone, and a few other random objects that had been placed in their. Grudgingly his eyes fled to the digital clock next to his bed on the table. Its neon green lights read a simple, 7:30, plenty of time to get ready for the ball. He smirked to himself anyway though, picturing the fiery girl only rooms away scrambling to get dressed in such a short amount of time. He then shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, before realizing Willow's dress was hanging off the end of his bed. Scowling slightly he picked it up - along with the mask - and walked out of his room to Willow's. He leaned against the door frame again watching as his blue-eyed sister peered into her closest. He then smirked smugly as she saw him, snatching the dress and pushing him out, saying he was the best brother in the world. She closed the door in her face, and he held the mask in front of his. Damien opened the door again, "You be sure to remember that then," [/color] he said, tossing the mask at Will before scurrying out again. It would take the girl another half hour to get ready. He shook his head, confused on why Willow of all girls took so much time to look nice. She was a natural beauty who looked good in practically anything. He then slipped back into his room, putting on the old-ish tuxedo of his. He had gotten it a year ago, for the first dance, or whatever it had been called, of the school. He sighed slightly, wondering why he went to these things while tightening his tie. Damien shook his head, glancing at the clock. 7:47 Enough time to relax for a minute while Willow was no doubt still scurrying around in her bedroom getting ready. He laughed again at the picture of Rosenbloom getting ready in such a short amount of time. 'Wonder how many people would pay to see that,' he thought to himself, before realizing he had about five minutes before Willow yelled at him, 'Next time,' he thought simply before brushing off his tux, grabbing his cellphone, car keys, house keys, and his Zune - these dances got boring. But this one might not, with the fight and all. "Wonder if he'll even show up,"[/color] he mumbled to himself as he locked his door. Damien made his way down the stairs, listening as Rosenbloom shut off her music. 'Means she'll be down soon,' he thought. Though of course, soon meant ten minutes later - so he was fine. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing a Pepsi from the fridge and turning around as he heard his dad's voice. It was a simple curfew, which of course the telepathic parent already knew about the fight and what time he was going to come home. Worst thing about parents who read minds, theres no way to keep a secret. He smiled rather sheepishly before opening the side door that led out of the house. He waved slightly, "Bye Dad, be back later,"[/color] he said, even though he was quite sure Johnathon Anderson knew exactly what time Damien would be back before even he did yet. He walked over to his car, hitting the unlock button. It was a simple car - at least it fit in better than what Willow had gotten for her birthday. It was a silver volvo, newer than most cars at Spinx but not one of the worst. He smiled to himself, wondering whether Willow would drive her own car. In that dress, she'd be lucky to get into it,' he thought smugly as he leaned against the hood, waiting for his sister to walk out. She did only moments later, yelling something back at their father as she scrambled across the grass to the car. 'That must be difficult in heels,' he thought, laughing slightly as she opened the door and got in. Damien took his time to get in the car though, relaxing for a minute and grinning at the impatient Willow as he sat down. He glanced at the clock, realizing that she was all jumpy because ti was already past eight, and that they were going to be late. He started the car, beginning to speak. "Simple advice Sis, calm down. It's always good to arrive fashionably late,"[/color] he said, smirking confidently. He revved the engine before pulling out and driving to the school. He parked the car in the back - the only spots still open so late in the night. He than chuckled slightly as Willow lept out of the car, beginning to walk fast to the school. Damien shut down the car, getting out and locking it after snatching the mask Willow has forgotten. "Rosenbloom!"[/color] He said, tossing the mask to his red-headed sister as she turned around. Then it dawned on him. She would want a story - a good one from tonight, and there wasn't anything good going on anywhere else around the school. "Keep observant tonight, you might just get a story,"[/b][/color]he said as he took his own mask out of his pocket. He then couldn't help but smirk as she replied, "You know I always am brother,"[/color] before she scurried off inside to talk. Damien shook his head after her, wondering if she would believe anything that was going to happen tonight. He decided against outright telling her, before heading off after Willow into the school. Before he stepped through the door, he put on the mask she had bought for him. It was black, with crimsn fringes appearing like - fire. Rather cliched wasn't it? He chuckled slightly as the thought, before heading off to find a few of his friends and talk before Lance decided to start the fight. [/blockquote] OOC:// lmao. I could've made this soo much longer for Willow.
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Post by GOD! on Aug 1, 2008 8:23:06 GMT -5
Havoc waved his hands at the many siblings standing at his door way. They all looked depressed and a little sad to see him leave without them. It was true that everywhere he went besides school they came with him. He didn't hate his brothers and sisters, more like a protective feeling for them. He really didn't want them to grow up with powers either, had to keep a close watch. "Have a nice time dear." his mom yelled as Aaron shut the door. He never went to school after it ended, and he really went to school at the matter, quite a surprise.
Arriving at the ball was a different story, everybody had a costume on, and you really couldn't tell who everybody was. He wore his same trench coat, striped shirt, and black pants. All that was different was a pair of vampire teeth in his mouth that his younger sister made him wear. She also wanted him to wear a tiara but Havoc disposed of that rather quickly. He quickly glanced around the room, from what he could make out no one he really cared about was there. Oh but he did spot Lance, he look worried and probably scared, how about we spice things up.
"Forget it." Havoc muttered to himself as he looked for a good wall to sit against.
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Post by Blaze on Aug 3, 2008 1:25:35 GMT -5
Lance was a bit freaked when he saw everyone dressed in a costume. Well, almost everyone. Havoc was dressed in the same type of clothes as usual, but Lance could have sworn he saw something different. But he eventually figured it out. 'Great,' he thought to himself grimly. 'Vampire teeth. Havoc has to try and freak me out before a fight,' But it couldn't be Havoc. Nothing else was going weird. 'It's probably just part of the costume,' Lance tried reassuring himself.
The ball when faster than Lance thought it would go. For most of the time, he sat around going over his plan and his will in his mind. It seemed terrible unlikely thats his plan would work, but it was the only thing he could think of. 'Maybe some punch would help me think,' he thought with amusement, admiring his small pun. He watched the clock until it was time. And so, with regret, he set out to find Pyro.
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Post by GOD! on Sept 9, 2008 19:29:53 GMT -5
<...I swear I posted a notice in here, telling Smarty and Pups to post. It was all formal too . Maybe I was dreaming it, but any ways, Smarty and Pups post or this thread dies.>
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Post by LAZY NARCHS on Sept 16, 2008 14:31:32 GMT -5
xx WiLLOW ,, there's a place off ocean avenue, where I used to sit and talk with you, we were both sixteen and it felt so right, sleeping all day, staying up all night, staying up all night. Pale eyes blinked from underneath the black feathered mask, scanning around the room. Most of the school was here, even a lot of the freshmans were here - even better only about five people weren't wearing masks. It was a good masquerade ball. Well, it wasn't exactly a proper one because they didn't have an orchestra - but what school honestly got one of those? At least everyone was happy with the DJ at the front of the room playing things. The girl hummed along to the tune for a moment, until her eyes spotted one of the people who were maskless for the occasion.
"Hi Aaron," [/color] she cooed as she came up behind him. Even with her feathered mask he probably could still tell who she was. One from her voice, and because nobody had bushy red hair like Wills did. Rosenbloom smiled beneath her mask, looking at Havoc with her light blue eyes. "You do know you're supposed to have a mask right?" She stated, more of a statement then a question - though she still wanted an answer. Willow reached her hand behind her head, unclasping the little necklace clasp that kept the mask up, it fell into her hands and some of her hair fell down around her face. "Damn,"[/color] she said, with a somewhat pouting expression on her face. It just fell, after she spent so much time on it. Well, as much time as she could. [/blockquote] && damien ,, " sit tight, im gonna need you to keep time come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me good, good now we're making some progress come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat and I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well dont you see, im the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
He shook his head after his sister as she trotted away. Damien ran his hand through his hair, staring at the mask. He went over his tactic, and his pulse began to calm down and he relaxed more. He would be fine, he was definately going to win. Not to mention he'd also be on the frontpage of the paper, or at least his picture would. No one would know who he was - except for Willow and the gifteds of course since most of them would know he was Pyro. All the normies wouldn't though, since he would be hidden in the silver suit and flaming mask.
A smirk appeared on his face as he singed the ends of the feathers, and then placed on the mask. He straightened out his suit and walked into the school. His smirk only grew as he noticed a somewhat scared Lance. Anderson's eyes drifted over to the DJ, watching as he nodded and dimmed the lights for a new song. 'Perfect,' [/color] he thought and them dimmed back into the crowd. Then the room went dark. Damien's hands illuminated and a fireball blasted right next to Lance. He extinguished the light and began walking around the back of the room past other gifteds whose mind kept mingling with his, and thus his position couldn't be found. An eerie sounding laugh could be heard coming from Damien, and then suddenly another fireball exploded next to Lance. "So, any regrets yet Lance?"[/color] The voice rang out in the gym, its sound bouncing off the walls and becoming louder. If he did it was too bad, that means Damien wouldn't get to do his awesome finale - seeing as this was only the prologue.[/blockquote]
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Post by Blaze on Sept 16, 2008 19:26:20 GMT -5
Lance quietly walked around the gym, thinking of what would happen tomorrow. 'If I live to see tomorrow,' the thought with a grimace. After cursing himself several times, he leaned back against a wall, but right as he was about to close his eyes, a fireball whirled past his head, interrupting his thoughts.
As a second fireball came, he ducked and lunged to the side, out of its fiery reach. He brought the gym flour up, blocking any other fireballs that came at him. "Not a chance!!" Lance yelled over the make-shift wall. He reached out to the basketball hoop behind Pyro, and ripped it off the hoop. He then proceeded to bend pieces of it until it look just like a spear, but with a dull tip, of course. "Of course," he thought, amused.
After safely tucking the spear away in a spot no-one could see, Lance took to chunks of the floor and rolled them into balls. he chucked the balls at Pyro as hard as he could, hoping for his distraction to work. But if it hit, the pain wouldn't be a down side. On his part.
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Post by GOD! on Oct 18, 2008 10:49:59 GMT -5
Havoc Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high [/center] Havoc chuckled lightly as that one chick came up to him again. Willow was her name, as he remember from their last meeting, red hair and all. But she herself was dressed up for the play, unlike him, if you didn't count the teeth in his mouth. Rather a disgrace to the school, not very spirited and barely went to anything school related. He would ditch more then he usually did if it wasn't for the power part of it. He need to learn so maybe he could teach his siblings if they need it. He scratched his head shortly while debating to answer her question. "I guess I didn't feel like it." he said coolly with a shrug as he set his arms down. He opened his mouth again, about to say something when he pointed to the teeth lodge into his mouth. "At least I wasn't totally undressed out."[/b] he said again with a nod of his head. He let out a chuckle, he didn't even know why he put teeth in his mouth, he should have just worn his normal get up, it looks spooky enough anyway, a black trench coat, black boots, black pants, and his normal long sleeve red striped shirt. To think about it, the teeth would fit him normal. Then Willows mask feel down from her face, he heard her say damn, and then it looked like she was going off to a corner to pout. "Need any help?"[/b] he asked holding out his hand. Not waiting for an answer he took her mask and walked up behind her. Placing the mask part on her face, hopefully in the right place he proceeded to hook it on as the lights start to dim. He got it hooked right before the first explosion, in which he dropped his hands down again. "What was that."[/b] he mutter to himself, but Willow could probably overhear as the next fireball was shot. He took a step forward, passing by Willow and tried to find out where, and who was making all the noise. He guessed right about Pyro but who was the unlucky person fighting with him.
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Post by GOD! on Jul 24, 2009 9:51:06 GMT -5
(Man havoc was such a good character >.>)
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