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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 11, 2012 20:57:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]LETS ROCK, NOT STOP 'TIL WE SEE THE MORNING LIGHT[/classy][classy=cont]  [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah had snuck off the island for a reason. She had heard about the kidnapping, she understood that the situation was serious and she was worried about those who were kidnapped. She had read into it and found that one of the students kidnapped was none other that Ellarie Harvelle. Noah's best friend. Noah had felt rage when she found out. It was a normal reaction for Noah, someone had done something to somebody she cared about and they were going to regret it. She didn't care if she failed at any attempt she made to find her best friend, she knew that she wouldn't be able to handle knowing that she wasn't even trying. Noah had gotten ready quickly that morning, she was determined. Nothing else could distract her at this moment in time. All she could think of was that she wasn't going to see her best friend that day. And it worried her to the core.
Noah's feet strolled down the streets of castle. She wouldn't have thought that the students would be kidnapped and kept on the island, it wasn't very logical. She was going to search elsewhere before checking closer to home. Noah had been working on her power so that she could hear drops of others thoughts on the persons mind. It wasn't much, but it was enough for the moment. In the best case scenario she would see someone suspicious who would be thinking of Elle's face and they would lead her straight to Elle. Of course Noah knew it wouldn't be that easy, but a girl can hope. Noah's eyes drifted over the people around her before she let out a long breath, relaxing her body. Closing her eyes she started searching, her mind reaching out to others. Eyes open, Noah searched the street. Her mind focusing on a few individuals. Her mind got blurry as a few people walked away. Unfocused Noah walked down the street closer to the person before stopping at a stall in the street. She pretended to look occupied as she listened to the busy minds of others.
Noah wasn't sure what she expected to find. And she didn't know what she would do if she did find where the kidnapped students were. Her common sense would tell her to go and tell a teacher, which would land her in trouble for leaving the island but could possibly help. But in reality she wouldn't know what to do. She couldn't fight kidnappers, especially not alone. She was just one girl, yes she could throw a punch but if she was right the kidnappers wouldn't be using fists. Noah wouldn't be able to leave the students and the teacher there if she knew where they were. Although she didn't want to think that far ahead, she needed to find out something first. Noah was zoned out of the real world as she concentrated on reading others minds. She knew that she was going to sleep well that night since reading so many minds was going to exhaust her since she wouldn't stop until absolutely necessary.[/classy]
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 12, 2012 16:54:01 GMT -5
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Jace was being as quiet as he possibly could. Which wasn't too hard, to be totally honest, seeing as he had learned quickly that if he wanted to survive in his household, he had to make as little noise as he could. Eventually he gave up trying to stay at home and spent as much time as he dared anywhere else. The only reason he would return to the hell-house was to protect little Tiffany. The thought of her made his heart lurch painfully. Not for the first time (nope, more like the millionth), he frantically wondered if his darling little sister was okay. If she was covered in the scratches and bruises Jace had protected her from for twelve years.
He groaned lightly with the thoughts that rushed to his head, and then resisted the urge to clap his hand over his mouth. He stopped moving silently along the street and stood at a dead halt, frenzied blue eyes flashing from one place to another. When he reassured himself that no one gave a damn - why would they? - he continued his slow but purposeful walk, in the opposite direction of the school he had snuck away from.
It wasn't too hard for him to leave. The people were friendly, but they were.. strange. He reprimanded himself for those thoughts. And that's coming from the mutant boy. Quite frankly, they were normal, actually. Not strange. To him, at least. All the teenagers had embraced their power long ago, even loved it. But not Jace. And that's what freaked him out. The fact that they all could laugh and joke that they could turn into a honeybadger and shit like that, but he hadn't come to grips with his superpower yet. Maybe he never would.
Dammit, Jace. Cheer up, he told himself, and obediently planted a smile on his face. A pretty convincing one, if he does say so himself. For one, Jace is excellent at hiding his true emotions and thoughts. He just smacks a grin on his mouth and there you go. Emotions = told.
He let himself examine the people around him. He had no idea if everyone on this island had powers, and you couldn't tell by just looking at them. They all looked like people from back home. Though, he wouldn't trust these people as far as he could throw them. Although, he was pretty strong...
His eyes landed on a dark-haired girl that was walking just slightly ahead of him. She looked oddly familiar. Jace squinted, eyebrows turning down in the ghost of a frown. Wait a second. He had had some classes with her, right? Huh. What was another EAM kid doing out here? Unless she had snuck out, as well.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 13, 2012 7:41:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]LETS ROCK, NOT STOP 'TIL WE SEE THE MORNING LIGHT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah took a deep breath, this was getting her no where. She was listening to nothing but the thoughts of ordinary people. Noah then saw someone was looking at her, he was wondering what another EAM student was doing out of the school. Noah turned her head to see a blonde boy. He looked familiar, she had possibly seen him around school and in classes. He had been walking behind her for a little bit. Noah wanted to say hi, she didn't want to seem rude. He didn't look bad, and from what she knew looking into his mind, he wasn't rude when its unneeded. Maybe he could help her try and find clues about who the kidnappers were.
Noah turned around, tuning out the surrounding voices in her head. The boy had bright blue eyes, and he was a bit taller than Noah. "Hi, you go to EAM don't you?" Noah didn't know why she was talking to the boy, she should be concentrating on finding Elle. That was her number one priority, but something about the boy pulled her in. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Noah looked around quickly before turning her head back to the boy. She needed to make sure she didn't miss anyone who looked suspicious. "I'm guessing you snuck out of the school?" Noah was curious to why the boy would sneak out, he had the looks to be popular if he wanted. So did Noah, but popularity came with a price that Noah wasn't willing to pay.
"So what forced mr.nice guy to break out of school?" Noah spoke with a small grin on her face, referring to the boys t-shirt. Normally students sneak out with their friends or go to see their families. Noah would sneak out to get away from the fact that she was different. She would find the most silent place possible and just sit, enjoying the silence. If she stayed on the island then she would go to the forest and climb one of the trees. She had always been a tom boy and climbing was something she loved to do.[/classy]
WORDS: 317 - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: yay! sorry its short..
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 13, 2012 22:56:44 GMT -5
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He was shocked when she spoke to him, to say the least. He wasn't expecting it, and it showed plain on his face before he tucked the emotion behind his usual cheery facade. And then she stopped walking, turning to face him. He, also, ceased his casual strut down the street, though he had moved so he was closer to her. Not behind her, that is.
Instinctively, his golden wings ached to relax at his sides, but he forced them to remain wrapped around his back. He was grateful that he had worn his leather jacket. Not that he was cold. Actually, it was quiet the opposite. It was getting a little warm, what with summer coming and all. That wasn't why he wore it, though. He wore it to hide the parallel slits that he had cut into his shirt, merely so he could stick the things out when he wanted. But he liked to keep them hidden in public.
"Yeah. I do go there. You do, too, right? I've seen you in class." She wasn't the type of girl he would forget. Jace didn't drool after girls as a rule. He didn't really want to get involved in their drama. But he could appreciate prettiness when it came along. And she was pretty.
The shadow of a smile uplifted his mouth. "I did sneak out." And when she asked why he had snuck out, the little smirk widened, and up crept his trademark crooked smile. One end of his mouth was a little higher than the other. Imperfections, imperfections.
"Ohh, just this and that. I wanted to get out of there for a while." That wasn't really a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. Quite frankly, the main reason he had escaped was for his sweet little sister. Although, he had no idea where to start looking to get off this island. He figured if he tried to catch a ship, he would get caught and dragged back to this school. And that wasn't going to happen. "And yourself? Why have you run away from all that wonderfullness?" He gestured, teasingly, in the direction of the school. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 15, 2012 6:31:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]LETS ROCK, NOT STOP 'TIL WE SEE THE MORNING LIGHT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah let out a small laugh at the boys response. She didn't understand why she hadn't talked to him before. Noah guessed that she just hadn't noticed him. She wasn't one to pay close attention around school and the only time she ever truly concentrated was when she honestly believed it was important. For example when she played her play station or when practicing her card playing skills. Noah ran a hand through her hair. She suddenly felt highly insecure and self conscious. She looked down for a moment looking at her legs. She started to notice that her legs looked rather big and her stomach seemed to be protruding. Noah had been noticing this a lot more lately, and she had been cutting back on the amount of food she was eating. Her stomach let out a small grumble to show hunger. The girl hadn't eaten yet that morning. Her brown eyes made their way back to the boy's blue ones as she listened to the words leaving his mouth.
Noah senses the boy didn't want to give her a specific reason to why he had escaped from the school but she didn't mind. She made sure to keep her mind closed to the boy's thoughts, if he wanted to give her a reason then he would but Noah wasn't going to invade his mind to find it out. The girl secretly wished that this wouldn't be the last meeting between the two, and after a while she hoped that she wouldn't have to block herself out of his mind because she would already know what he was thinking. "Well I don't know why anyone would willingly want to leave that place" Noah joked to the boy, sarcasm dripping from her words. "But I'm currently on a mission" Noah placed both hands on her sides, striking a heroic pose. The girl chuckled to herself before she continued. "One of the students that was kidnapped was my best friend. So, I'm on a mission to find her" Noah told the boy with all seriousness. Elle was someone she loved and cared about. Without her Noah she felt at a loss of who she can speak too. Noah smiled at the boy before speaking again. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm Noah" The dark haired girl spoke, before sticking out a hand for the boy to shake.[/classy]
WORDS: 395 - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: watching romeo & juliet writing this xL
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 15, 2012 13:03:56 GMT -5
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Jace's bright sapphire eyes were fixed on her, and he observed her as she almost surveyed herself. He frowned slightly when she looked like she didn't really like what she saw in herself. Too be honest, he couldn't imagine what was unsatisfactory about herself in her own eyes. When she looked back at him, he gave her a small smile, almost like he was trying to reassure her that he thought she was pretty, to say the least. Although he didn't really know why he did. Or if she caught it.
Then she posed, and he wouldn't have been able to stop the laughter that came spiraling out of his mouth if he wanted to. Which he didn't. He liked people with a good sense of humor. And she obviously had one.
He flashed her an apologetic look when she informed him of her best friend. "I'm sorry." He knew that wasn't really going to help, but it was kind of a knee-jerk reaction to try and comfort people when they seemed the slightest bit uneasy. He was relieved when she smiled again. He liked her smile.
"Nice to meet you. Can I call you superwoman, for short?" He joked lightly with a small wink. He was, of course, referring to her previous heroic pose. "I'm Jace," he replied, and, in response to her waiting hand, stuck out his own.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 15, 2012 13:36:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]LETS ROCK, NOT STOP 'TIL WE SEE THE MORNING LIGHT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah grinned at the boys reaction to her pose. He seemed nice, unlike a lot of the boys Noah knew. She frowned for a moment thinking of her best friend but then smiled again. "Don't worry, the kidnappers are the ones who will be sorry when I find them." Noah knew that she wasn't going to let the kidnappers off easy for affecting the whole school with the kidnappings. "Superwoman. I like it, not really shorter than the name Noah but logic doesn't matter" Noah said with a grin. She shook the boys hand who she now knew as Jace. "Hm, Jace. Would you like to be my side kick on this special mission. Its top secret, and once you're in you cannot change your mind" Noah spoke with a serious face, she was trying to stop herself from laughing. The corners of her lips turned upwards and she started laughing. The guy seemed okay. Noah started to wonder what his power was. She looked him up and down while thinking. It could be physical, and he's hidden it Noah thought, unsure of Jace's special talent.
Her eyes scanned the street once again. She didn't want to open her mind in case she entered Jace's mind and she didn't want to invade his privacy giving that he was a new friend. Noah noticed a group of people muttering to each other, one of them glanced over and the brunette girl looked away quickly. Noah turned her head to see a few large crates. "Come on" Noah grabbed the blonde boy's hand before pulling him behind the crates. She peeked over the top to see the group still standing there. She was kneeling behind the crate. Noah grinned back at Jace quickly before inspecting the street again. The rock floor was hard against her bare knees but being a tomboy she was used to it so she ignored it. One of the people standing in the group looked around the street so Noah quickly turned and sat down behind the box.[/classy]
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 15, 2012 17:16:04 GMT -5
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He chuckled again when she informed him that the kidnappers would be sorry. "I'm glad I'm not on your bad side. I'd be shaking in my awesome shirt." Actually, most of his shirts had some kind of slogan on them. Usually one similar to 'Mr. Nice Guy.' He has always had a thing for witty tees. "Pfft. Logic never matters!" He appeared to brush off logic with a wave of his hand, his blue eyes not leaving hers.
And then he remembered what he was actually out here for. A strong feeling of overwhelming guilt rolled over in his stomach. His poor sister was probably getting beat up by the bastard that somehow got to be their father. And here he was talking to a girl. Well, in his defense, it was a pretty girl. If that makes things any better.
"I'd never pass up an adventure! I promise you, I will be the best sidekick you'll ever have." Before he knew it, he was agreeing to go along with her. What the hell? It wasn't like he didn't want to go, but he felt awfully guilty for just forgetting about his sister. Maybe.. though, he could take a little.. detour?
"I won't change my mind," he assured her, laughing lightly. And then she grabbed a hold of his hand. As if that wasn't surprising enough. She then proceeded to drag him behind some crates. He was sitting against the things, his back resting on them already when she sank down beside him. "Are you.. uh, hiding from someone?" All previous thoughts of his little sister were gone.
And then he realized their hands were still intertwined. He wondered if he should let hers go, but then decided against it. If she wanted her hand back, she was going to have to let go of his. Not the other way around.
For the first time, he wondered briefly what her power was. Maybe it was something to go with fighting, seeing as she was so sure of herself when she said the kidnappers would get it back. But then again, maybe it wasn't. He pushed the thought out of his mind, and turned his head slightly so he was looking at her.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 16, 2012 11:14:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]LETS ROCK, NOT STOP 'TIL WE SEE THE MORNING LIGHT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah let out a breath as she looked back over the top of the crate to find that the group hadn't noticed her. Sitting back on the ground she rested her head against the crate and relaxed her shoulders. The girl let out a little laugh at what had just happened. It seemed to be like something out of a movie. "So in the matrix you would have chosen the red pill?" Noah smirked at her commitment reference. When it came to movies she was a nerd for them, sci-fi, fantasy, but her all time favourite genre of movie would have to be horror. Noah didn't understand how anyone could be scared of a movie, it was just that. A movie.
Noah hadn't noticed that she was still holding Jace's hand. She tried to ignore it because she secretly didn't want to let go. "Okay then sidekick, you need a name" Noah took her free hand and stroked her chin. "How about, 007?" Noah loved James Bond, he always got the girl and he was portrayed as good looking. Noah crossed her legs, absent- mindedly stroking Jace's hand with her thumb. "There is a group of people standing the other side of the street. They look like they're up to something. I thought one caught me looking at them" The brunette girl turned her head to see a pair of piercing blue eyes turned in her direction. Noah smiled slightly before she spoke. "So, 007. Your mission, if you choose to accept it is to help me find the kidnapped students and teacher" Noah smirked squeezing the boys hand lightly as a small laugh escaped her lips.[/classy]
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 16, 2012 17:47:37 GMT -5
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A little crooked grin curled its way up his mouth as he registered her little comment. Quite frankly, he was a movie junkie, too. He loved curling up on Saturday nights and watching movie after movie. He didn't really care what type, as long as it wasn't the sob-story, chic-flick ones. He used to watch those with his little sister, and she would crawl into his arms, crying her eyes out over the hunky Irish dude in P.S. I Love You. And he didn't like it when Tiffany cried. He always felt powerless, then, as if he hadn't done his job of making her happy. That was what he lived for, after all.
"Definitely," he replied teasingly, guiltily pushing all thoughts of his sister out of his mind. He nearly lost control of his wings as they decided to flit against his back, and he pressed himself harder against the crates he was leaning on. He forced them to remain motionless, and smiled again when he got them under control once more.
"I like that. It fits, don't you think?" He flashed her a playful wink, his own blue eyes fixed on her pretty chocolate-colored ones. He realized that she was probably already one of his best friends (naive Jace) besides Wren. And he liked her. They would probably have some major fun together, if this kept up. She was funny, and he liked that in a person.
Yet another smile peeked over his mouth, and he realize he had been smiling often lately. Well, since he met her, that is. But he had always smiled a lot, right? "I accept!" He didn't even hesitate before answering, sapphire eyes continuing to stare into hers.
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