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Post by Becca Dawn Carpenter on Jun 5, 2011 17:06:13 GMT -5
Outfit OUR TIMES ALMOST RUNNING OUT [/color][/font] give back when you get[/center] It seemed like it had been ten billions years since she went shopping. She remembered roaming the streets for shops and stores down in Santa Barbara. For some reason, it seemed like life hadn't given her the time to go and browse. She didn't have the money like she use to, so she just found herself window shopping, looking and longing for an outfit every once in a while. One of her many addictions was clothes. The wardrobe she had, however, was starting to slim down due to the fact she wasn't finished growing quite yet. She hoped that soon she would be finished with it so that she didn't have to go shopping. Her job collected her a couple of bucks, but she mostly spent it on drinks and parties. Then there was all the other random things, like school and food. All the other useless junk that she had.
Just to think, eventually she was going to have to go and find an apartment to stay at, as she was a senior after all. Her job had to give her some sort of promotion or something. Out of curiousity, she looked at an open house that looked a little bit like her old house and about fainted by the price of it. She'd have to settle for an apartment, if she could afford that much. With a sigh, her eyes scanned the streets. There was a lot of nice little shops that she poked through every once in a while. Most afforable things were the hand me downs. She did know she would have to get use to them if she was going to get any new clothes, but for that moment in time, she was going to remain stubborn. Becca in her past life had been pretty spoiled, though she may have not realized it now.
With a shake of her head, she turned and entered another small store for one thing in mind. It was a convient store, filled with nothing but junk that no one used, but the store owner had a couple of people in there to buy some random crap. It's the very reason she walked into there. Her eyes scanned for what she was looking for, noticing a couple of stares from the few people that were in there. With an annoyed sigh, she pretended not to notice. She thought that with all the other strange thing in this town that the last thing they would be interested in would be a girl with the brightest pink hair with black hair under it. It was the only thing out of normal, in her own looking overself, that seemed stare worthy. She had braclets all up her arm, three large ones over crowding the rest. Two white ones, one with the letters MCR across it- standing for My Chemical Romance. The other white one said 'GET LOW' for All Time Low. Finally, a green braclet with a taco and invanders zim posted on it. Her shirt was all black except for the colored letters of 'I <3 Nerds' and a blue skirt. The heels may have been a bit much, as she found the tallest she could find. Other than those factors, how was her weird different from the rest of the place?
Becca wasn't sure what it was. She only knew bits and pieces and could make assumptions from there. It was to her knowledge that a lot of the residences here were 'special'. Strange things happened around her when she was around one of them. A couple boosted about having a specific gift that others only dreamed of having. Becca didn't know what all this really meant, but at the same time, she didn't want to know. She was perfectly happy with being navie about the world around her. Though she was not the navie type, she'd like to think that all people were the same. Too much was starting to complicate her life. She didn't need to solve this big mystery on her hands as to what people meant by it. In a way, she already knew it, just didn't know the details about it. Shaking her head, she spotted with hungry eyes the item she wanted to purchase.
Her hand snatched the gummy worms as if they were going to be the last ones sold and gracefully swayed over to the counter, ignoring the gaze he was setting on her. Maybe she had something on her face and didn't know it. With a quick swipe, she grabbed her green zebra striped phone and used the blank screen as a mirror. Nope. Everything looked tidy and well. Her makeup was a little thicker that day than most, quite was saying quite a bit. It was no reason to stare. It was starting to become a little rude. It had been happening since she moved here. Though as she purchased, she put a delighted expression on her face and said in her high pitched voice, "Thanks sweetheart!" But when she turned, her expression went to one as if she smelled something awful. She stormed out of the store with her band of gummy worms, putting a couple into her mouth as quickly as she could. Oh, one of her weaknesses... gummy worms. She didn't spot someone slowly walking by then went and snatched her purse. With a groan, her mind screamed, oh cheesy and typical
She took off in a full out sprint, cursing words under her breath the whole way. The sprint didn't work out well considering she was in the high heels and when he turned the corner, he was gone. With a large moan, she looked toward the sky as if saying, anything else you'd like to throw at me? THE LOOKING GLASS IS CLEAR [/color][/size] what you want is near[/font] [/center] |
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Post by MATTHEW GAVIN RADE on Jun 7, 2011 3:49:48 GMT -5
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what do you call the fear of crowds? rather, the crowd should have been fearing him. being in constant fear of accidentally zapping someone because they brushed up against him made him cringe every time someone got close to him. the sidewalk was bustling with activity. the people laughed, talked on their phones, and genuinely went about their day. all matt wanted to do was get some new batteries at the gas station, but he was already so stressed and nervous from all the people, his skin was beginning to sweat sparks that danced across his skin. a small bolt of energy leapt off his hand as he pressed himself against the wall of a building, burning a hole straight through the woman's purse. as she walked away, ignorant to the smoke beginning to pour from her purse, he silently prayed that she wouldn't become a human match.
matt slid into a narrow alley, blasting a metal trashcan back several feet when he brushed his leg up against it. it crumpled against the russet walls of one of the buildings that bordered the alley. he closed his eyes to calm himself. thoughts of the forest, waves lapping against his feet, and the smell of rain made the rapid beat of his heart slowly resume its normal pace. as his eyelids slid open, and his green orbs took in the opening to alleyway before him, his heart suddenly began to skip beats and quicken once again. a hooded man barreled toward him, a purse tucked under his armpit like a football as he bee-lined right toward matthew. "stop! don't come closer!" matt yelled warningly, throwing out his hand. his warning not only fell on deaf ears, but so did the arc of spidery electricity that shot from his open palm. the crackling blue energy tossed the hooded man out onto the street, where he sprawled on the sidewalk and groaned loudly. sparks danced across his heavy-set frame when his body convulsed from the electric shock.
the green-eyed teen rushed out to see what he had done, but merely frowned as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "oops," matt said, then peered down at the feminine contents that spilled out of the purse that was clutched in the unconscious man's grasp. "then again, maybe you deserved it."
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Post by Becca Dawn Carpenter on Jun 7, 2011 18:08:28 GMT -5
OutfitOUR TIMES ALMOST RUNNING OUT [/color][/font] give back when you get[/center] Then the weirdest thing happened. When she looked up and asked if anything else was going to happen, she swore that around the corner, something bright and blue sparked up out of no where. She took a step back, watching to see if there was going to be any afterlights following. Once it was clear that nothing else was going to happen, she scanned the area to see what might have caused it. Watching the faces of everyone, it seemed that no one else witnessed this event. Was she seeing things? Probably. With a shake of her head, she was about to turn and walk away, but curiousity bit at her like a snake. Her fingers twirled at the end of a string of bright pink hair. Everything was telling her to turn around and investigate, but as mentioned before, she didn't want to know about the other forces that came in this city. What if that was one of them? No one looked because it was normal to see things like that?
After battling so much in her mind, with both determination and frustration, she spun and diverted her direction. When she came to peek around the corner, her heart thumped and her hand gripped the bag of gummy worms as if the candy was going to be snatched right from under her. Her dark eyes peered into the small alleyway. The first thing that caught her eye was the bright pink square purse that had been taken from her only moments ago. Then she saw the hooded figure who took it, and the guy who looked like brought the hooded figure down. Quite honestly, Becca hadn't had a lot of money in there, but some was anything for her. It also had some various luxuries, like lipgloss and eyeliner. It was more of an annoyance then anything, but all the same, she was glad to have her items back.
She walked up slowly, eyeing the boy with curiousity. He was younger than her, but not by too much. Had to be in high school but she'd be surprised if he was a junior. Not that she should be judging on age, as everyone looked five times younger or older than they were in town. "Hey! You brought him down! Bastard stole my things." she told him rather blunty, as she wasn't known for really being stuble in any situtation. She bent down and went to reach for her purse, glancing at the hero and almost was struck back from the eyes he had on him. Becca had always been fasinated by eyes like this mostly for the fact she wanted to have eyes like that. So many times she had debated on color contacts. Alas, they cost more money then she wanted to spend.
She wasn't quite sure how he brought this guy down. As far as impressions went, this kid wasn't very big, and who knows how much the mugger had experience on. If only Becca had caught up with him, he would have beat his ass. With a shake of her head, she told herself it didn't matter. As long as she got her stuff back, what was the point? "Thanks stranger." She told him with a crooked smile across her face, brushing her hair back with one hand to get the bangs out of her face, "I'm Becca." She told him, being her regular bubbly self, reaching out her hand to shake hands with him. THE LOOKING GLASS IS CLEAR [/color][/size] what you want is near[/font] [/center] |
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Post by MATTHEW GAVIN RADE on Jun 10, 2011 22:11:14 GMT -5
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gently, matthew's foot nudged the man in the ribs. the mugger muttered something under his breath and groaned, but other than that was unresponsive to the contact. the green-eyed teen merely shrugged and glanced around for anyone nearby that might have a cell phone. his always short-circuited when he got upset or angry, and paying for a new cell phone every other week didn't exactly set well with his limited budget. the guy he had electrocuted needed help, but it wasn't something to go screaming down the street for. as far as matt was concerned, he had just been the enforcer of karma in the little scenario.
as he cast his verdant gaze down the streets, he noticed an unusual girl approaching him slowly. it reminded him of how a deer might investigate a wolf pup. the doe knew it was dangerous (or would be), but would it honestly attack? matt wasn't going to. he simply gave her a slanted smile and nodded to the hooded man sprawled out on the sidewalk when she spoke of him taking the criminal down. "you could say he caught me at a bad time."
the faint smile on his face broke when she extended her hand and introduced herself. he could feel a line of buzzing electricity crawling across his arm within the sleeve of his shirt. if he were to touch her, she'd be blasted, and that didn't usually bode well for first meetings. instead he simply raised his hand, summoning the energy to form a spitting ball of energy in his palm. a few strands of electricity trailed from the tips of his fingertips to the blue globe, then he closed his hand and the orb burst into nothingness. "sorry, my ability isn't really stable right now. but i'm matthew. it's nice to meet you." glancing down at the unconscious thug, he made eye contact with her and raised his eyebrows curiously. "do you happen to have a cell phone in that purse?"
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Post by Becca Dawn Carpenter on Jun 13, 2011 13:05:05 GMT -5
OutfitOUR TIMES ALMOST RUNNING OUT [/color][/font] give back when you get[/center] From what it looked like, the theif caught him at an extremely bad time. Becca lightly poked him gently with the side of her finger. He didn't move. Not even a grunt came out of him urging Becca to stop. This guy was out. How the boy managed to do something so wonderful, she wasn't quite sure, but she debated silently if it was all the rumors going around that she had heard. It seemed she was the only one that didn't believe them. This gave a red flag at the back of her mind, but at the same time, she ignored the flag. She had spent too long here to change her mind about it now. It wasn't easy just to re-locate. Especially when she was only nineteen.
He didn't shake her hand, which Becca wouldn't really have taken offense out of it anyway. Still, what he said, she shot her hand back and looked at him with more curiousity. Was she just hearing things or did the word 'ability' came out of his mouth. Everything was shouting at her to shout at him what did he mean by that, but considering he just knocked someone out, she also didn't want to be offending him so quickly. Most of the time, she didn't care but she didn't think she could beat this guy up in self defense. She still couldn't let this one go though. From the first impression he was giving, he seemed like he had a kind heart. Gentle. Obviously cared and had enough values not to grab her purse once the guy was knocked down.
"What do you mean by abilities?" She asked, trying to keep a friendly tone, but also bringing off a weary vibe. One of the scariest things for her in life was not knowing what things were. She could watch horror movies and actually laugh at most of the facial expressions people decide to make during those times. When she woke from a nightmare, she had a notebook where she wrote down what she would do in those situations. She had an event for a zombie invasion, alien invasion, and if she was being held hostage. It gave her reasons not to worry because she felt as if she knew what she would do. It was times like these when fear started to rise in her. "Is it why hes... down?" She added, looking down at the still hooded figure. Now that she was thinking about it, she hoped to god he wasn't dead.
Becca looked up at Matthew when he asked about the cell phone. Of course. She never went anywhere without her cellphone. Normally, she would have had it outside of her purse, but without any pockets, there wasn't any other place to put it. Her hand reached in and grabbed the green zebra printed phone and asked, "Do you need it?" As much as he frightened her, he also got it back. Weither she liked it or not, she owed him. If all he wanted was a phone call, that was completely fine, no matter what 'ability' he might have. It didn't occur to her even what he might have meant by that. THE LOOKING GLASS IS CLEAR [/color][/size] what you want is near[/font] [/center] |
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Post by BLITZY ! on Jun 13, 2011 21:42:39 GMT -5
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When she asked what he meant by his abilities, he merely raised his brow quizzically. Sure, Matthew hadn't been on the island for long, but he knew that the 'regular' human population was aware of the supposed Chosen individuals. Smirking, he nodded. "Yeah. You could say that's why he'd down." He raised his hand for her to see. This time, a crackling aura of electricity sparked to life. The electric field spat flecks of glowing blue energy, and as he waved it through the air, it extended and morphed into a bolt of spidery lightning. It struck the back of the alley. Bricks exploded, sending dust and debris floating their way. As the cloud cleared, a smoking crater was revealed. If that had been a person, they'd be dead. Turning back to the girl, his green eyes flashed curiously. "That is my ability."
After releasing such a massive amount of electricity from his body, he felt much more relaxed. No longer did arcs of electricity unexpectedly crawl across his skin, yet he could still feel how unstable the electricity was internally. It would be best for the whole town if he could just get to the outskirts and release as much of the excess as possible before he became an even worse threat. Seeing her reach into her bag and pull out the cell phone, he nodded thankfully. "My ability prevents me from using that without short-circuiting all the wiring. It would blow up as soon as I touch it. Do you mind calling the ambulance for this piece of scum?" He kicked the guy not-so tenderly in the ribs again. Still no response. "He's fine, but I still think he should be checked on. Electrocution can do some nasty internal damage to your organs."
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