Young Writers Society

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Name: Maria (goes by Ria) Waters

Age: 17

Apperence: Taller, about 5'6", with long honey-brown hair and green eyes. Pretty curvy, and smart. Boys are often scared off.

Personality: Very street-smart, as well as book smart. It doesn't show that much, but she'll learn anywhere she can. And she can take a battle and read it like nobody's business (she's often found re-writing historic battles to differ the outcomes). She's usually a natural leader, but if people get in her way she can flair up. Big time.

Voice: Akbar the Great (Mughul Emperor)

Power: She can get anybody to follow her. She can have people sign to ban water, if the need strikes.

Other: Even though Ria is book smart, she's very dyxlecxic. She had a really hard time reading, and needs to hear most things. Up for love.

A lot of people seem to have abilities similar to that... dunno, it's like deja vu.


Peace, Love and Sugar Packets~
Forever Threnody

Name: Myra Donaghan

Age: 17

Appearance: http://dezzan.deviantart.com/art/The-last-musician-85851557

Personality: She can get obsessive when she really wants something. Doesn't get distracted. Somewhat shy.

Voice: Wolfgang Mozart

Power: She can create an instrument out of almost anything, and her music put people into a sort of trance. After she finishes playing, the people who heard her stay in the trance for one-quarter of the time she had been playing. (Ex. Myra plays for four minutes, the trance lasts for one minute.) Don't get me wrong - this is more of a 'blank out for [insert amount of time here]' trance, not a 'I'll follow you to the ends of the earth for [insert time here] trance'

Other: Up for love

Yes, people do seem to have the same power. Could I ask that people try not to have the same power?

Well, you can count me out.

I've got a few to many things going to justify another storybook.

When can we start this?

I guess we can start as soon as there's a good intro. I'm a bit blank right now. Anyone can start this.

*Okay, I'm starting this now.*

"Hey, Nick," I began. I heard him huff somewhere near the back of my mind. I ignored him and continued my question. "What else do you know about the Shade King? Yeah, he's stealing souls and stuff, but what else?"

"Look, I don't know much either. Will was my only link there, and now, he's eaten," Nick said. "And don't call me Nick."

"Right." My face scrunched up in confusion. "Will?"

"Shakespeare."

"Ah, right." I glanced at the cafe I was in. It was quite noisy, so hopefully, nobody would pay attention to a woman who looked like she was talking to herself. "You knew Shakespeare? Can you speak English?"

"The dead have their own language." I nodded and took a sip from my cup. "But we're getting off track. You have to find other people who have their Voice. Only you can stopp the Shade King."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Enough!" he thundered. I winced, and shut up. Nick was definitely angry now. "Just go! The closest Voice is three blocks away." I blinked.

"How do you know?"

"We can sense each other, got it?" Yep, Nick was getting impatient. "Just go!" I left without paying. Oops...

Myra

Again, Myra.

Myra rolled her eyes. She stood up quickly and stalked away from the piano. "That's a hard piece," she muttered. "Don't nag me..."

That is not hard.

"For you," Myra shot back irritably. "Well, you're a genius, aren't you? I'm not. Simple."

Not quite.

"I refuse to touch that thing again today," Myra hissed back at the voice. "We've been at it all day. I'm not going to spend my life composing more stuff for you."

Pardon? retorted Mozart indignantly. You composing for me? My dear Myra, I'll make you famous by composing these pieces for you.

"You're just trying to live your life through me."

There was a grumpy silence.

... I am not.

"You are," she replied simply.

I wouldn't be complaining... Mozart snapped back. I may only have a few precious moments left on this earth. You may soon be rid of me.

Myra was quiet for a moment. "Don't say that," she muttered. "It's not something to joke about."

Indeed it is not.

"But - " began Myra uneasily.

'But' nothing. By the looks of your attitude today, you'd be happy to see the end of me.

"How can you say that?!" cried Myra. She froze, realizing that she had shouted. "You know I would do anything to help you!" she whispered harshly.

Really? commented Mozart absently. Very well. A woman is walking toward the house now. Open the door for her, invite her inside. She wants to help just as badly as you do.

Myra frowned. "What do you - ?"

The doorbell rang. Myra gulped.

"She should be here. I tracked her down myself. Now ring the doorbell and announce your presence." Mary told me. She had always stressed etiquette. She 'never wanted a rude host.'

I rang the doorbell and stood cautiously. A girl about my age answered it. She seemed to be conversing silently with someone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Yes that's right. Don't waste the oppurtunity." Mary scolded me.

"May I come in? I need to ask you something."

The girl nodded, to my surprise and I came in.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Yes, I need to ask you a few questions..."

"Don't sit down unless she invites you to!" Mary yelled inside my head.

"I've heard of some people who might be like me. They hear voices in their heads. But the voices are someone... well... important." I told her nervously.

She looked at me. As if contemplating her next move.

"I'm Julia." I told her, at the last minute as Mary reminded me of proper etiquette.

Myra

Come now. Don't be afraid. Her voice is Mary, Queen of Scots. talk to her, befriend her... She'd make a powerful ally.

Myra swallowed and pushed away the nagging feeling that she had invited an utter stranger into her house.

Don't do this, snapped Mozart. Speak. Now.

"Um... Myra," said Myra quickly. "Erm - that's my name, I mean."

The girl, Julia, repeated her question cautiously. "And are you - ?"

Myra steeled herself. She felt Mozart getting impatient again. "Yeah, I am one of them."

Julia's interest was sparked. "Who do you - ?" she pressed on, but was silenced quickly, her mouth contorting.

"Mozart," replied Myra uncertainly. Julia gave her a thankful glance, but said nothing.

"Mozart... a respectable figure I suppose..." Mary muttered to herself... us.

"Are you a musician then?" I asked her, I was here in the moment, why not make a friend. I needed an ally, I was sure the mental institution was still searching for the little girl who ruined their reputation.

"Yes, I am." She answered... modestly.

"Don't sit unless she tells you to!" Mary shouted in my head once again.

"You look a bit..." She began, noticing my far-off expression.

"It's odd finally finding someone like myself. I've been looking for so long."

"Sit down... I want to know how you found me... us."

"I heard a rumour from the institution, the asylum I was kept at, about people that were 'like me.' They were trying to uphold their reputation... more people, more money. That kind of reputation. I found a list of suspected people. None of them were right. Sort of like the Salem Witch Trials, no? But I felt like there were at least some people here. I have a question for you, Mary won't tell me, my voice of course, until we found some others with truth, why are we here? Why did they choose us?"

Myra licked her lips.

Myra

Myra licked her lips. "I think its got - Um, Mozart's been hinting at, er, something that's going to make him disappear. He won't tell me what, though..."

Indeed I will not.

"So," said Julia slowly. "It's up to us to figure it out? That's fair. How can we fight against something we have no knowledge about?"

A twinge of smugness grew in Myra's belly. This was exactly her point to Mozart.

You will know soon enough. Don't try to wheedle the information out of me.

Myra pursed her lips inwardly. "I know. It's not fair, but I know Mozart won't budge."

Julia looked uncertain for a moment. "You call your voice by his last name... Why?"

Because my first name is horrid.

Myra sighed. "Two reasons: One, the name 'Wolfgang' is a mouthful. Two, he hates his first name. I suppose it would seem as though we were closer if I called him 'Wolfgang', but to me, he's always been Mozart."

Julia:

"That makes sense..." I told her. "Everybody calls him Mozart anyway."

"You made up a stupid excuse so you wouldn't have to tell me." I told Mary.

Mary should have been talking. But not to me. That was weird. I didn't know she could do that...

"Mary?" I asked her.

"Sorry... I was... momentarily distracted." She answered.

"You can talk to the others?" I asked her.

"Maybe." She answered.

"You can, can't you."

Another knock at the door stopped my conversation.

"Myra?" I asked Myra.

"I don't know."

*Opening for someone...*

Cathy -

"Now, it seems that there are two people inside," Nick said. "Be careful. It appears that both of them are quite powerful." He paused for a while. "Mary, Queen of Scots and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart."

"So, a queen and musician?"

"Seems about right. Just be careful. Remember, diplomacy is key." I raised an eyebrow.

"The end justifies the means?" I asked him. He was silent.

"Forget I said that. Right now, we have to act civil."

"Right," I muttered as the door swung open. There were two young women, about university age. I frowned at seeing them this young.

"As long as they can speak coherently, anybody can be a host to a Voice," Nick reminded me. I shrugged and looked up at them. "Manners, Catherine."

"I don't need you to tell me that," I said under my breath. Pulling away from Nick I looked at the other two. "I'm Cathy," I began. "And I'm guessing that the two of you have Voices as well?"