Tarragon College (Started)

Make sure you know where the story-line is going at this point.

Have fun reading the nine other pages or so.

Yes, you can join, as long as you introduce your character at a time that is relevant in the story!

A girl across the room kicked the glass so hard it shook, she looked almost as angry as Heather. Heather wondered if she should try to reassure her, but in truth there was nothing reassuring about this. They'd been kidnapped, she was almost sure of it now. Of course everyone in Tarragon was aware of the kidnapping. It was kind of thing you heard about but never happened to you, apart from Zaine of course, Heather thought mournfully.

"It's all my fault" Zaine said again, despite Emma's retortion.

"It's not your fault" Heather shot back, a rumbling in the plane started, deep in the engine, like the heaving turning of a fan.

"It is, you don't understand" he said louder, trying to be heard over the noise.

"Understand what?!" Emma and Serra called in unison.

The noise was so loud now, it hurt her ears. She tried to cup her hands around them but they were still tied in place. A man suddenly appeared in front of her glass chamber. His eyes were cold and dead.

"Prepare to land" he laughed darkly,

There was suddenly a loud jolt and the noise quietened. Heather locked eyes with the man, staring him down, but he continued smiling. They were slowing down, they were landing. But heather could only wonder, where?

A thick gas suddenly erupted from the side of her tank, filling it almost instantaneously. Of course, Heather thought, gas.

Emma coughed as the heavy gas billowed into the small glass cage she was trapped in. It burned her throat like fire, making her eyes water, and tasted bitter and gritty. She wasn't sure if it was the gas making her woozy, but just before she fainted, she could've sworn the gas had a strong, sickly lemon-smell, kind of like pine-sol.
Emma wakes in a similar cell, but this one has a stone floor that seems to have been carved directly out of the mountain. The yellow lightbulbs overhead are dim and flickering, casting odd shadows on the stone walls. She reaches out and touches the cold glass walls. In the cell to the right of her, she sees Heather, still unconcious. Across from Heather's cells is Zaine's, and across from Emma's is Serra's. She sees people in other cells around her. It's too dark for her to see how far the cells go, at least three in both directions. The air is still and musty. Emma shivers and wraps her arms around her feet. She freezes; she feels her powers draining from her even before she hears the heavy boots calmly making their way towards her. Heather groans in the cell next to her; waking up. Though Zaine is quiet, Emma sees his body tense like a coil ready to spring and knows he's awake as well and ready to move if the opportunity for escape arises. Emma folds her legs under her, placing her chained hands in her lap. She will not fight, but she will run if she can, but she doubts a peaceful escape is possible. If it can't be done peacefully, Emma will refuse to escape at all.
Chills run down Emma's spine as the man who nullified their powers speaks.
"Hello," he says in his scratchy voice that seems to twists the simple word into something cruel, something cold. His face is expressionless, his tone is somewhat flat, but there's something about him that makes Emma feel like he's gloating over her. Emma smiles up at him, a firm believer in the natural kindness deep down in everyone.
"Hello," she says brightly. The man glares down at her with a look unfit to give a dog. Emma decides his natural kindness is buried far too deep down for her to worry about. A pity, she thinks.

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Zaine Draxon:

He snarled and the quiet sound drew Jaden's attention away from the girls. "Leave. Them. Alone." Zaine bit out.

Jaden laughed, smiling coldly. "I'm sorry Zaine. Have you outgrown your old accomadations?" He asked sardonically.

"You know damn well I'd rather shoot myself in the head then be stuck in a cage again you...!" Zaine's enraged shout broke off as the door to the containment wing opened and a dark haired man walked into the room. The chill in his grey eyes was glacial.

The man walked over to join Jaden who saluted him smartly. His taunting smirk was replaced by a blank face. The man watched Zaine with a look of dissapointment. "Aren't you a little old for temper tantrums Pentangelo?" He asked.

The young man's voice was flat as he answered. The very lack of emotion in it showed just how shaken he was. "I don't know Dad, you tell me." Zaine couldn't stand being under the man's eyes, but so long as Blake Markham was focused on him the girls were relatively safe.

*Pentangelo is Zaine's "secret name", a Draxon family tradition. It means "Angel of Endless Time". Also he could use some support from the girls and when is the rescue party going to get going.*

I'll start tomorrow or the day after. Can my character start as a student who suddenly got enrolled in and knows nothing about what has happened so far? (We have three exams tomorrow. >.<)

I closed my eyes grateful for the attention being averted from me at least for the moment. I concentrated with every single bit of will I had and felt just the briefest brush of a spirits voice in my head and I smiled slightly triumphant. I concentrated on getting in contact with that voice.It was gone and I opened my eyes slumping against a wall of my cell. I noticed a man harrasing Zaine. "Hey dude!" I shouted. He turned to me his cold calculating eyes meeting mine. I lifted my chin in defiance. "Leave him alone. Leave them alone if your going to harass anyone make it me but I won't make it easy for you." I bit out coldly. He smirked and was about to say something but thought better of it and left quickly. That left only Jaden and I smirked at him coldly refusing to let my eyes drop from his knowing that it was a sign of weakness. He turned like he heard someone calling him and walked away, I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, "Thanks Serra." Zaine said softly. I smiled at him. "I can't stand people like that it wasn't an issue." I replied. I looked at Emma who was looking at me curiously and Heather who was examining her cage trying to find a weak spot. There were others to some who looked broken and scared and others who looked as if they were on their last bit of defiance that last spark before burning out.

Whisperer, that'd be great; maybe someone on the rescue team could explain to your character what's happened so far and your character could help rescue us.

Name: Lylax Moonset

Age: 16

Appearance: Hair – medium short, straight, black (gets icy blue highlights when he's using his powers), side-swept bangs; Head – round; Eyes – grey (turns icy blue when he's using his powers); Face – looks younger than his age and doesn't seem to grow old; Body – 5'3, small build; Other – wears a watch, wears simple clothing (shirts, polo shirts, jeans, etc.), doesn’t like wearing black so much

Personality: Usually shy and quiet, lacks self-confidence; Humble; Has troubles making friends but is friendly and loves good humour; God-loving and loves his family; Nocturnal; Immature; Can get serious at times

Role: Student

Power: Can remove emotions and calm moods; Can cancel powers; Can remove any form of energy; Can numb target/s from pain; Unintentionally lowers the temperature of his surroundings while using his powers; Has some potential to learn cryokinesis (ice)

Weaknesses: Lacks practice of his powers, high temperatures, nervousness

Back-story: Lylax comes from a typical normal family where none or very rare among his relatives have powers. Because of this, he only discovered his power when he was 14, but kept it a secret to others until he felt compelled to use it to stop the rising argument between two of their neighbours who nearly threatened to hurt each other. It was summer that time but the breeze went chilly and snowflakes started appearing out of thin air. In his previous school, he'd get bullied sometimes but it got worse when he used his powers once to prevent another student from getting bullied. His calming power failed when the jerks noticed snowflakes and saw him using his power. They bullied him instead, and the bullying got worse ever since. This made his parents transfer him immediately to Tarragon College where people with powers are not an unusual sight.

Other: Has never had a girlfriend, plays the piano (and can use the piano as a medium for his powers), his favourite colour is blue


Is this all right? The whole thing's too long, and he doesn't really seem good for a rescue. xD I made this right after I read the first page of this storybook and I was so excited, hehe. This is what I was able to come up with.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" He asked and automatically I froze. My bones locked, my breath shortened and I even think for a moment my heart stopped.
I couldn't stop the tears that were forming in my eyes as I remembered how I had killed the love of my life. Jessie Davis. I looked up at the stranger im my room with blurry eyes. Do I immobolize him and run or did I pulled on my big girl panties and face the truth? That I had killed the person who took me in when I had no place else to go. Granted it was an accident, it was still murder. I still wanted to find out what this guy wanted. Why he had come to Tarragon College? Why he had followed me to my room? Why he had threatened to kill me if I refused to talk to him. I sucked in a big breath, wiped the tears away from my face and answered. "Yes."

Interesting. She did not seem like a killer on sight, but yet, she apparently was. He smirked. Apparently the death she had caused brought her pain. He killed for sport. Or at least, he used to. Now for the question that would decide her fate. He was instructed to listen for a name.
"Who did you kill." He said menacingly.

Aurora

"Who did you kill?" He asked menacingly. The words repeated in my head, bringing up memories that I had stored away in the dark recesses of my mind. Suddenly I was back on the motorcycle with Jessie killing him again. I watched in horror as Jessie suddenly became to sill. Deadly still. The motorcycle swurved off the road and all I remember after than is falling into a pool of light, then waking up in the hospital, almost everybone in my body broken.
As quickly as the memory came it left and I was back in the room with my stalker. He was still waiting for an answer. After comsidering cutting off his senses again but I still wanted to see where he was going with his line of questioning so I made my lips form the words that brought back so much pain.
"Jessie... Jessie Christian Davis."

Nicholas's vision spun. That... That wasn't the name! He had been so sure! Now this was a serious problem. He had broken into this girls dorm, threatened to kill her, had the intention of killing her, and now now found out she was not his target. He was in trouble. He could kill her, of course, but that would endanger his mission.
Jessie Davis.
Hm. The last name was correct, but the first name... was not. Still, they needed to be the exact same name that he had heard, not different. But now the girl was a problem. She was staring at him. He could see the fear in her eyes. He didn't really feel the need to kill her, as that would be messy and cause far more problems than it would solve. He went with the next big tactic.
He pretended to be dizzy, he wobbled, and dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "Uh..." He moaned. He feinted a slight recovery, he looked up at her eyes, and acted confused. "Oh, no... No, no, no!" He gripped her by the shoulders. "I didn't hurt you did I? Please tell you I didn't! No, no, this is bad!" He paced, acting nervous.
"I should probably tell you, before things get worse. I have a rare disease. Well, not really a disease. I've got a demon living in me. He comes out once a month. He didn't hurt you, did he?"
He waited for her response. This was possibly the worst lie he had ever told.

Aurora

Confusin ran across the guys face. He wobbled to the floor and started grabbing me by the shoulders ranting about a demon inside him. Really? I touched the base of his neck where his spne started and his nerves were jumping all aboout. As I suspected I wasn't the one he was looking for and he had no other way to get out of the situation.
"Nice try," I said numbing all of his senses except his hearing. "Now it's my turn tell me who you are and what you're here for. Refuse to answer and you die," I said as menacingly as I could.

He knew that was a bust. He shouldn't have messed with this girl, seeing that she could read minds. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't move. He gritted his teeth. He was in trouble.
"I'm... Not out to hurt you." He said quietly. "I was hired to kill someone. I don't know who it is... But I assumed it was you." A wild idea came to his head. "Have you heard of a man named Jackson Davis?"
It was a risk, giving away the name, but possibly she knew who he was.