Writing once a day keeps the voices away, and I've created a blog all about it: Daily Dose. ...and I'm now trying to create a user group based on the idea! Tell me if you're interested!
Ability: She's very flexible, and her relflexs are liek a cat. She loves to jump backwards adn do flips. If you've ever seen Catwoman, you'd know what I'm talking about. She can also block things...its weird to describe, it sort of like Bella in Twilight, but a little more advanced.
Personality: She's very...sure of her self when it comes to her aibilities, but shes nto very sure of herself with guys.
Gwen stood on the outside of the field. She had just been hit with a ball that came out of nowhere. She looked over and suddenly saw Victoria standing on the opposite end of the sidelines. Gwen waved to her and Victoria waved back, they met about half way inbetween the field.
"Hey, did you get here late pr something?" Gwen asked.
"Yeah, or somethign would be the more likely term for it," Victoria said with a smirk.
"You can join our team if you want, James is over there, laughing his head off," Gwen looked over at James, he was rolling on the ground after hitting Micheal. She should have never helped him.
"Okay, see ya," Victoria walked off in the direction of James.
'I wonder what took her so long?'
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
I smiled as I looked down at James. He didn't seem to notice me until I gently kicked him. He looked at me then. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking over at Micheal. He was sitting on the bench, his head in his hands.
James got up and came to stand beside me. I took a ball and threw it at him.
"Out!" I called. He laughed and looked at Gwen. She nodded.
WE walked over to teh bench by the wall adn sat down. I guess teh game was over, because everybody was clearing the floor. I shrugged and leaned against teh wall. James sat down beside me.
"So..." he said.
"So..." I repeted, laughing. He grabbed my hand, but I quickly pulled away. I looked at him, doubt shinning in my eyes. He smiled. I laid my hadn back down, he reached for it. I let him hold my hand, scared.
Right when the game was getting good, the intercome came on, ringing out through the gymnasium.
"I need everyone to report to the training hall, there you will need to sit on the floor and wait for further instructions!" goes Mr. Dawson's voice. Instantly everyone stopped what they were doing and started at each for a while, I dropped the ball I had and waited for the first person to move, no one did. "Everyone report to the training hall now!" shouted a woman's voice this time from the intercome. This time, everyone left the gym.
Tory Baker
I walked beside Life to the training hall, he hadn't really said anything to me even when we were co-reffing during the game. He was cute I had to admit, but nothing else had really called my attention to him.
**Don't do anything for posting with Mr. Dawson, I'll post the next thing with what he said after some more people post in the training hall**
You Cry, I Cry.
You Laugh, I Laugh.
You Jump Off Of A Cliff,
I Laugh... Even Harder.
I got up, sighing. I wondered who that person was, who had just came up to me like that. I was having a perfectly good dream until he came into the picture.
Following the crowd, I positioned myself at the back at slowly maneuvered my way out of the large doors and into the thin hallway. This boat was huge, the size of at least one thousand acres, so why were the hallways so tiny? I carefully watched everyone in front of me as I walked, keeping one hand on the wall.
The girl they called Gwen was walking next to Xyver, her face lit up with a smile. I wrapped my arms around me. Xyver was cute, but Gwen was pretty, so of course it matched that those two fell in love, not that they wanted to show any signs of it yet. It was just obvious with the way Gwen looked up at Xyver. Remembering my farm life, I came to the haunting conclusion that I watched too many romance movies, and read too much romantic fiction. I looked down at my feet. The social outcast, the pariah. Of every selected here, would I be the only one to not find a hand to hold?
We were soon at the large, wooden doors that were the entrance to the training hall. Everyone filed in slowly, the first ones in taking the best seats. I peered around. The cliques had already begun; Xyver, Gwen, James, Victoria. All of them sat in a small group together, away from the rest. Would I ever be noticed? Farm girls were never the popular ones, that was for sure.
I finally sound a spot in a corner in the back, close enough to still hear clearly, but far enough to not be a burden to anyone. I tightly held my knees to my chest when I sat down, scanning the group in front of me for the boy whom had approached me in the gym. I couldn't see him. Maybe, like everything else, he was just a figment of my imagination.
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
I came into the training hall, the large ceilings made the already huge room even bigger and a like an ampa theater(spelled this wrong) stage was set up on one of the back walls. It was strange because only this morning was I doing illusion training with Mr. Dawson. I found myself having no one to sit with and so I looked around the room, everyone was into little groups like they had at school, cliques is what I remember it being called.
"Um... Hi, mind if I sit with you?" I ended up asking a blonde girl who sat alone. She was pretty and somehow reminded me of Tory, but they didn't look anything alike.
"Oh, no. I don't mind" said the girl.
"I'm Lunette, I don't believe I've seen you around here much. Are you new?" I asked her.
You Cry, I Cry.
You Laugh, I Laugh.
You Jump Off Of A Cliff,
I Laugh... Even Harder.
Jer stayed behind, picking up the balls that had been left behind, deftly jumping into flight to the next ball, landing, then flying again. He made a few round trips until he'd gotten all the balls into the bag. He closed the drawstring and sighed. He turned off his bear tattoos as well as his horns and talons. He kept his wings though' he'd always kept them on. Jer cracked his neck and gave a sighed of contentment. Everyone must've gotten to training hall by then.
Jer coiled his body and shot up, his wings catching on the air and bringing him through the large corridors. He finally found the door to the hall. He braked abruptly and let himself down, his heels hitting the ground hard and wings folding up behind him. He opened the door with confidence only to find the Selected split up into a group and the stragglers.
This won't do. He told himself.
He took a few long strides down the hall and into a row of seats. He grinned. "Hey guys!"
The talking stopped for a minute. Everyone was staring. "Why're we in these little groups? If we're gonna be working together then we should at least be tight."
He sat in the silence and sank into comfort. Jer's smiled radiated fun and openness, he hoped they would come together and all be friends. The cliques they were starting to form were foolish. Life can't go on when people favor only certain people.
As soon as I had began to fall back into my dream like coma, a girl began walking in my direction. Surely she would stop off in one of the cliques, she couldn't be heading for me, yet she was. She waved slightly when my eyes met with hers, then stopped directly in front of me.
"Um... Hi, mind if I sit with you?" She asked. I cocked my head to the left, astonished.
"Oh, no. I don't mind." I replied with a soft smile, resting my head on my knees. She sat down lightly on the floor beside me. She was beautiful, like all of the other girls in this room.
"I'm Lunette, I don't believe I've seen you around here much. Are you new?" She asked, fiddling with her shirt. I shook my head.
"No, I'm not new. Been here as long as the rest of them." I said, reverting to my old farm girl talk. I silently punished myself, that was one part of my life I wanted to forget. "I'm Elon, by the way. Nice to meet you, Lunette."
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
He looked up to see Jer Moore, grinning at all of them and demanding that the group thing stop immediately.
Michael looked warily at him, about to contribute when a whisper interrupted his thoughts. A real idiot, isn't he? Michael glanced around at the mind readers, hoping they couldn't pick this up. The voice continued, Look at him, standing up there and trying to disregard human nature completely. Let those four go off on their own if they really want to, it's not like we need them anyway.
Michael silently willed the voice to shut up, he didn't want to be hearing it, now of all times. In an attempt to dispel it, he sat up a little straighter, nodding, "Jer's right. We can't just ignore the fact that we're all stuck together for the foreseeable future. Breaking up into different groups is just going to make us compete with each other, maybe even refuse to work together. Now, I don't know what the government wants us to do, but I'm damn sure we'd be better off sticking together than we would be if we split ourselves up."
You don't really believe that. You might want to, but you just want to get away from this place. And the only way that's going to happen is on your own.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Phoe walked in, hair still partially wet from her shower. She looked thoroughly annoyed at that point and sat down, alone, against the back wall.
She never looked up, but she knew that everyone was casually moved away from her. Probably didn't want to associated or something...
It was like this too, when things were normal and she didn't have the strange powers. But she was used to it - she wasn't the one for endless or useless talking. Direct and to the point - if someone even talked to her that is.
Phoe remembered Kenny, her little brother. His blonde hair glowed so brightly when he and Mom picked her up everyday. Kenny's smiled warmed Phoe's foul mood instantly. He always ran and gave her a big hug asking, "Guess what I did today at school, Phoe?"
She didn't realize she was crying until she cupped her head in her hands. Stupid. I'm just making a fool out of myself for crying. Everyone is going to think I'm more insane for crying out of nowhere. Phoe quickly wiped her eyes as she felt eyes on her.
Phoe looked up and around searching. And then she found Lunette looking curiously at her, they locked eyes for a moment before Phoe looked away. She had heard Phoe's thoughts. "Dang it," she muttered to herself, "Now she thinks I'm crazy too."
She thought as nicely as she could manage without lashing out on Lunette,Can I just have some privacy for a few minutes?!
Phoe saw Lunette nod and turn around, the feeling of being listened to lifted from her mind.
Writing once a day keeps the voices away, and I've created a blog all about it: Daily Dose. ...and I'm now trying to create a user group based on the idea! Tell me if you're interested!
