Name: Micah Crenz Age: 17 Gender: Male Watcher , trainer or subject: Subject Ability: Prophecy - can see the future. Limit: Mixes his reality with what he sees. Appearance:
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Personality: stubborn, quirky, loyal, quiet, shy. Strength- usually has good luck with picking who he associates himself with. Weaknesses- confusion of reality, can be over protective of friends. History: His father fought for the army and it was family tradition for him to sign up as well. Two weeks of training and, *poof*, he ended up in the mental ward. Theme: (like a song?) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DprXHr1xAdE&list=PL5DE6268CF94EC5A5&index=166&feature=plpp_video up for love?: Yes, if you can catch him when he's lucid. Other: Is obsessed with rubix cubes and puzzles.
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name: Awen Bleu Age: 16 Gender: Female Watcher , trainer or subject: Subject Ability: Can bend in any form of water. Limit: Her powers only work when she has a clear mind. Appearance:
Personality: Strengths- strategic, good with self-defense, loyal. Weaknesses- clumsy, dependent. History: Her past is kind of foggy and she doesn't remember much before her arriving at the mental hospital. Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2n24jU1aQuw&feature=BFa&list=PL5DE6268CF94EC5A5&lf=plpp_video up for love?: Sure. Other: Oftens spends time alone, though she prefers to be part of a crowd.
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I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Everyone gathered in the white, sterile room. Carson looked over everyone, mostly females, he noted. This was their newest batch of 'patients' and it was his job to show every one around the facility. "My name is Carson, Carson Rayfell. I will be your main authority while the rest of out staff is out on their break." (since we only have one) He stopped and glanced at the group as a whole. "Before we get started, everyone find a partner."
I glance around, uncomfortable with the idea of having to socialize with complete strangers. Standing off to the side, I watch as everyone else pairs up, hoping to be able to slip right out of this. Then someone taps me on the shoulder.
"Hey, be my partner?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Everyone else was getting partners, so I decided to get one as everyone else was. A dark haired guy was standing off to the side. I went over to him and tapped on his shoulder. He had a strong appearance, and was pretty attractive if you'd ask me.
"Hey , be my partner?" I looked at him, waiting for an answer. I debated on what I would say if he said no. Who else would I ask?
I waited for his reply, I looked up at him. "Uh, sure" He nodded. I smiled, suddenly aware of my showing tattoos. I was wearing black tights under jean shorts with a baggy over the shoulder Metallica shit that showed some of my tattoos. The part I was really worried about, was that a bit of my wing tattoo was peeking out from my shirt. My dark hair , pulled lazily into a fishtail braid on the side offered no protection for the tattoo. Is it to much? I thought, crossing my arm to rub my blue tiger on my upper arm.
"I'm Micah. What's your name?" He asked, ripping me out of my thought.
"Tansy. Tansy Peterson"
I held out my hand as if i wanted to shake his , and when he reached out his arm, I pulled him into a hug. I never really liked formal greetings, and hugs seemed more her style. She let go .
"Sorry, Handshakes aren't my thing." she apologized.
I zone out a moment, cyphered images flashing through my mind, and then snap back, looking around at the others. A few of them I recognize from the vision, and a few of them I don't.
I look back at Tansy, pretending not to notice her tattoos, and wonder why she was here, considering her to be fairly normal compared to me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Micah seemed a bit jumpy after I hugged him. I was surprised he hadn't said anything about my tattoos , but halfway glad. A small part of my wondered what he was capable of. I was still waiting for all of the partnering to get done, so I brought up a conversation.
"So what's your ---" I paused in shock when someone brushed against my back. I didn't have full control over my wings yet, so the slight movement on the uncovered part of my back sent my wings bolting out of my back. The bright colors of the rainbow were threaded through the white as they unfolded, and stretched out. All eyes were on me. Looking down , embarrassed , I forced them back, the wing tattoo appeared once more. I finished my sentence "power..."
I was blushing crimson, it wasn't the fist time it had happened, but in font of everyone. Everyone she didn't know.
(don't you just love how we're the only ones writing XD) Tansy Peterson~
I felt Micah's jacket over my shoulders. I smiled. He was sweet, no one was ever this kind to me. Why was he being like this?I thought of my foster home and how careless they'd rationed our meals and how they put up a charade every time someone came to check on us. I tried to shake the thought away.
I took a step to balance myself, attempting to make it look natural. I was used to this side effect, being clumsy sucked , but flying had it's perks.
"You see things?" I tilted my head. "Like dead people?" I halfway chuckled.
I just write poetry to throw my mean callous heartless exterior into sharp relief. I’m going to throw you off the ship anyway. — Vogon Captain (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)
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