Character Roleplays discussion

Just to clarify, the term "gifted" here is used to classify those with supernatural abilities, powers that you only see on TV, like Heroes. Examples would be telekinesis, reading minds, echolocation, etc.

Amelia, who prefered Amy, walked up the street, earbuds in her ears, listening to her band session. She stopped, sitting down on a bench that overlooked the beach. She watched as the November sky greyed over head, speaking to what looked like no one, but was really he sisters spirit. He sister, brushing her transparent hair from her grey face with a whispy hand, spoke softly. "You should go home before it rains."

Cat stood in front of the window, looking out at the overcast sky. It had been such a long day, and she was weary to the bone. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun, letting a few strands fall over her face as she approached the easel in the corner. It was blank, mocking her.

Closing her eyes, Cat dipped her brush in the paint and slowly dragged it over the canvas, watching art come to life.

((is she in her house or at an art studio?))

((In her house))

((oh okay.))

Amy sighed, standing up with her backpack banging againt her side reasuringly. She knew there was a gig tonight at some new art gallary, so she headed for there, ready as she could be. She walked there, stepping inside just before the rain could fall.

A stray blade of sunlight slashed across his face, Seven groaned and moved his head to allow a curtain of dark hair to obscure his right eye. He couldn't remember what had happened the previous night. He shouldn't have allowed Lucas to convince him to go out. His mouth felt like a hedgehog had chosen to sleep in it, and his head felt like the dwarves ahd discovered a new vein of mithril and were making damned sure they mined every single ounce.

Queen Susan the Gentle wrote: "Brittany was texting on her smartphone."

((are you in the right topic? I don't mean to be rude but... Really?))

(ummm I think so, Brittany's my character. I know what you mean now, I'll start over)

Brittany tugged at her ponytail while staring at her laptop. The keys seemed to be typing by themselves, but she was really mind-controlling.

Amy, walked over to the window, fully away the gig didn' start for several hours. She looked at the rain with a dorment fear, knowing it was still dangerous for her to be out in the rain, in case she lit a few fires and burned herself out.

((can i join??))

((Yes, please :D. I've been waiting for someone to join that could talk to my character.))

((okay candace, ive thought of a way we could meet-tell you later though i have prep))

((Waah I'm all alone:())

Groaning, Seven slowly rose from the covers. Scowling at the insistent Sunshine, he stretched and made to get ready for the day; he didn't have high hopes for today, the Sun was in a good mood, and that never meant anything good.

((i would join u but idk how to come in :\))

((You're not alone Woolfie :). I'm just waiting for Rhiannon to let me in on her plan :).))

(( in a sec i have lessons))

((Teehee, take your time Rhiannon :). I'm not in any hurry.))

((okay its kind of a spontaneous really not very good mused in 5 sconds thought of plan. you could either have a website i found and got really interested in so i emailed you and you invted me to come over for some random reason or you could be at a book release making a special apperance as the cover illustratr and i could be there. either way some disaser probably ends up happening, we both rush out to help and suddenly discover we're not the only ones with powers. then the cia or "the office" whatever would probably find us. or whatever. sorry, its not actually that good. spurr of the moment thing before i had to do flag- actually its kind of cra- i mean awfull. so yeah aster plan (not) delivered! ^^))

((then again it doesn't include Woolfie or Seven or anyone else- so i dont know. plus is anyone actually in the office to like, recrute us, or anything??))

((I like your idea; I'd probably go more for the book release than the invite--since your character is so much younger than mine. I think it might seem . . . creepy or something if she met you on the net and invited you over :P.))

((I'd actually be willing to change where Seven lives if it makes it easier:p and maybe we should shift this topic to discussions about the rp?))

(( yeah cause that would seem slightyl perverted?? and Woolfie, you dont have to change where you live, i mean, Vit'ra lives in St. Andrews. we'l figure it out))

((Well, we'd all be ablet to meet up easier :). Honestly, though, I didn't really have a place in mind for where Cat lives. For all I know, she could live where Seven does. I was careful about leaving out where she lived because I didn't know where we were going to set this :).))

((good piont- i could move Vit'ra. if i was going to be honest i would still likr her to live in scottland but she could be on a long term trip or i may as well just change it. hmmm...))

((That could work, her being on a trip :).))

((or maybe i used to live in Scottland (och-aye land) but go to boarding school in ... wiat a sec... LA))

((Teehee. That could work too :).))

((Uhmm sorry to interrupt but maybe we could discuss this further on the plot development thread?:))

((Sure thing, Woolfie :).))

((you choose. i have a geo exam in 2 mins))

Vit'ra rose. this place is good , she noted. the blinding sunlight was not unlike st andrews where she was used to living in, whatever the misconceptions about Scottland were. she dressed and stepped out of her new house, deciding to take a stroll down the street. there was bound to be a darling little cafe she could have brekkie in or something. plus she could meet some of the people she would probably be spending a good few years of her life with. she shook her head, not understanding the late risers who hated sunlight so much. how could they? it perked you up, plus the vitamin D was good for your skin. Vit'ra spotted a poster on one of the shop windows. a book signing? ooh, and she knew that author. she'dpop along later that day. ((tadaa!! ^^))

Thomas woke up rather late in the morning, he as hungover from last night. he took a warm shower to relieve himself and wake up then he walked out side to his car. he was going downtown today, it was time to find a new job.

((sweetness))

Cat stood in front of her closet, trying to figure out what to wear tonight. It was the signing held by her publishing company. Sighing, she reached into closet and pulled out the proverbial little black dress . . . though admittedly, this one was longer than the traditional style, reaching just past her knees. She had butterflies, but Cat always got nervous before signings. She tossed the dress on her bed and tightened her ponytail, heading back over to the window to kill a few hours on her canvas.

Stepping out of the shower, Seven, nted that today he had invites to a showcase of some artist's work; the name seemed vaguely familiar, perhaps the friend of a friend. Good luck to them, he thought, welcome to the jungle.

Sev, often got dragged to parties and social dos of varying tastes, but truth be told he rarely if ever enjoyed them. More often than not his companion for the night was a tall glass of JD on the rocks. He didn't particularly like the taste of alcohol, but the one benefit it did have; it silenced the clamouring of the disembodied chorus; people talked a lot when they were alive, but they never shut up once they died, typical.

Wincing slightly as the strong sunlight rudely embraced him, Sev adjusted his shades and ambled out in search of a cafe to have breakfast, or a quiet spot for him to take in the early morning.

Amy headed to a close cafe, on accont of the gig being canceled. She stepped inside, breathing in the fresh coffee sent. She sat down at a low table near the door.

Seven looked up cooly from his black coffee. This newcomer, she had a distracted air, which told him more about her than her face could. 'Black coffee helps, keeps their voices down.' he muttered, eyes glittering amidst his curtain of black hair. A smile, not unfriendly, but not welcoming, more understanding, curled his lips.

Amy looked over at him, focusing somewhat her icy eyes on him. "It's better than JD." she nodded. She ordered a black coffee when her waitor came around.

Seven took a sip of black and raised an eyebrow. 'Put it on my bill Rico.' he told the waiter who nodded. 'You're new, I haven't seen you before, name's Seven.' casually he offered her his pale, long-fingered hand.

"Yeah, just moved. Name's Amy." she said, shaking his hand for a second then withdrawled. She pushed her hair out of her eyes. "You see them too."

'Oh yes,' Seven breathed, 'see them, hear them, followed by them, they plead, whine, threaten; pathetic. They want you to solve all their problems for them;they screw up their lives and expect it to be fixed.'

Amy nodded, stirring her coffee. "The children are the worst. They have to many regrets. They do not really care alot for the ones they speak to, only about their past life." she said.

'I have sympathy for them,' Seven's eyes had a faraway look.

"Yes, they do become...indearing, poor children." She looked down at her hands, closing them into fists.

After a few hours painting, Cat was still nervous. Painting was generally cathartic, but it was as if the colors on the canvas only wanted to remind her of tonight and how much attention would be on her. She didn't like it, but it was the way with her job.

She took a quick shower, blow drying her hair before pulling on a black fitted tank top and light khaki shorts. She glanced in the mirror, swiping a bit of gloss on her lips as she headed downstairs and locked her door behind her.

Her flip flops slapped against the side walk, reverberating in her ear while she walked to the cafe down the block. The bell above the door dinged softly as she entered, and she walked right up to the counter to order a grande mocha frapuccino, needing caffeine and sugar--and chocolate--to take her mind off what was coming tonight.

Seven yawned dramatically, hiding it behind his sleeve. His interest was momentarily caught by the dinging of the bell, and he watched catlike as a young woman came in and went to the counter.

Eying her lazily, he sank back into the basket-chair he had laid claim to, and closed his eyes...

Anything? No, nothing... thankfully.

His eyes flicked open looking from Amy to the new gir. *Three's company, maybe you should come join us*, he nudged her mind gently, the brief contact sufficient for him to 'drop off' the idea into her thought processes.

Seven didn't usually cvare for company, but ehrn his interest was piqued he was as unshakeable as a wolf on the scent of deer.

Cat smiled at the barista, paying for her coffee. She turned and happened to catch sight of a man across the cafe. Though she couldn't have said why, she had the sudden urge to walk over to him.

Which is exactly what she did.

And she didn't know why. Only that she wanted to talk to him and the dark haired girl. Her fingers held tightly around her cup as she approached them, a small smile on her face.

"Hi," she said lightly, smiling at both of them.