The Kids Aren't Alright (RP)

[Leucos]

Academy rules
• students must be in dorms by curfew which is 10:00 at night
• No running in the halls unless told to do so speed walking is allowed
• Do not enter the Headmasters offices without permission
• All students must wear uniforms while on missions as a whole ( uniforms being a arm band that has SGC , Tan suits or skirts and simple black masks )


Areas in the Mansion/school
•Cafeteria / kitchen
•Library
• Class rooms of course
• Nurses office ( Attic )
• Sparring room / Martial arts ( basement )
• Headmasters office / den
• Living room ( fire place and lots of Windows )
• Courtyard ( which is behind the building )
• Dorms
• Spare room which is the junk room

current plot
None yet .

Students
Sebastian storm @Castiel97
Warren 'Wren' Miller @Socks
koya darkstar flintwood @hope
anasthasia vinyl cinderlyn @hope
Cassandra Thea Lorelei Alston @TawnyNeedsACoffee
Nicholas "Nick" Snyder @Coriander
Skyler Thacker @~Silverkit~
Marina Aryn Taylor @Troutleap124
Harper Nash ( me )
Bree Altair ( me )

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

(Open)

Cassandra stood in the hallway, sighing softly as she looked down at her boots. She couldn't sleep the night before, her most recent vision was keeping her up at night. The brown haired girl's hair hid her face somewhat, dark circles under her eyes were visible, getting out her phone she checked the news and as expected there was the report of a lady now in hospital."...I'm sorry...". She mumbled as her eyes were glazed over. Cassandra sighed once more as she put away her phone, the guilt building up on her chest- sometimes she wasn't sure whether her power was a gift or a curse.

Not wanting to think about it she started to walk down the hall, trying to not draw any attention to herself or her depressing mood she avoided eye contact with everyone and kept her head down. Cassandra knew exactly the place she needed to go to get rid of these horrible feelings, she headed towards the art room in a desperate effort to get all her feelings out into a artwork.'I wish I could of done something...I'm useless'. She thought sadly, she was glad that she hadn't gotten the vision during class time or else her panick attack would of caused rumours and she already had enough of those.

[dino.]

@TawnyNeedsACoffee

Nick fiddled with a pen, staring intently down at the unfinished drawing in his sketchbook. He'd started it last night, gotten halfway through, and yet for the past hour he'd been staring at it, unsure of where to take it. It was meant to symbolize hidden emotions: a field of flowers, with wisps of black mist all throughout.

He sighed and set down his pen. "Suppose it'll have to wait," he muttered, and began to walk toward the art room. Perhaps he'd find some inspiration there. As he walked, scanning the faces of the others with sharp eyes, he noticed a girl walking in the same direction as himself. Nick sped up a little, managing to catch up to her. He flashed through his list of names quickly. Cassandra, usually has her head down, trying not to be noticed. Wonder what her power is? "Hey," he greeted her, flashing one of his most charming grins. "How are you this morning?"

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

Originally Posted by Coriander

@TawnyNeedsACoffee

Nick fiddled with a pen, staring intently down at the unfinished drawing in his sketchbook. He'd started it last night, gotten halfway through, and yet for the past hour he'd been staring at it, unsure of where to take it. It was meant to symbolize hidden emotions: a field of flowers, with wisps of black mist all throughout.

He sighed and set down his pen. "Suppose it'll have to wait," he muttered, and began to walk toward the art room. Perhaps he'd find some inspiration there. As he walked, scanning the faces of the others with sharp eyes, he noticed a girl walking in the same direction as himself. Nick sped up a little, managing to catch up to her. He flashed through his list of names quickly. Cassandra, usually has her head down, trying not to be noticed. Wonder what her power is? "Hey," he greeted her, flashing one of his most charming grins. "How are you this morning?"

Cassandra felt her self bump into a few people on her way to the art room mumbling 'sorry' each time she did. Like her usual aftermath visions she felt drowsy and a slight pain surged through her head. She bit her lip, she needed to get to the art room- she was desperate. She started to head towards the classroom in a hurry as she felt her headache worsen. The more she bottled up her emotions the more she felt hopeless.

Cassandra stopped to a halt awkwardly as the boy stepped in front of her, awkwardly she look up and felt her emotions go all over the place. She mummbled a little."H-hello- I'm fine". Saying that she tried to get pass him but her movements were blocked off.

[dino.]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

Cassandra felt her self bump into a few people on her way to the art room mumbling 'sorry' each time she did. Like her usual aftermath visions she felt drowsy and a slight pain surged through her head. She bit her lip, she needed to get to the art room- she was desperate. She started to head towards the classroom in a hurry as she felt her headache worsen. The more she bottled up her emotions the more she felt hopeless.

Cassandra stopped to a halt awkwardly as the boy stepped in front of her, awkwardly she look up and felt her emotions go all over the place. She mummbled a little."H-hello- I'm fine". Saying that she tried to get pass him but her movements were blocked off.

The grin faltered a little as he saw her face. "My goodness, you look exhausted," he commented. "Have you been up all night? You know, that isn't good for the body." The girl's brow was furrowed slightly; perhaps she had a headache? "I have an idea," he announced. "I'm on my way to the art room, and you must be as well. The kitchen's just upstairs, so why don't I go get us some breakfast and we can bond over a little art?"

[Socks]

[OPEN]
Warren sat against the building, his back pressed against the cold wall. He'd come out to the courtyard for some sort of inspiration but he had to sit down or risk collapsing. His breathing was ragged and sort of wheezing, he hoped he wasn't developing a cold of some sort. He was dizzy, tired, and felt the beginnings of a headache. This was a normal for Warren, ever since he was little, all caused by one thing. He lifted one hand up to inspect it, small clear crystals sprouted from under his nails, and red ones crowded around the small pricks from the sewing needle. These things would be produced without him even knowing and all it did was drain his energy, leave a trail to him, and hurt. He pulled the shards from under his nails, it felt like little stabs, but he was used to it. The red ones were worse, they couldn't just be plucked off and hurt like a burn, but he couldn't exactly use his hands with them around.

He didn't hate this power, nor did he hate the pain it caused him. It was normal to him, people don't hate breathing and the crystals came as easy as breathing did. He thought they were pretty, either way, he could stare at them for hours if he had the time. They reflected light like a rainbow, the colours never failed to hold his attention like a child. He guessed the fact that he left a sort of trail of where he'd been and where he was was sort of inconvenient, but that's why he was here. He needed to gain more control, maybe then he wouldn't look like he belonged in a hospital all the time. How nice it would be to have a day where no one asked if he was okay or seemed cautious of his wellbeing. He'd like very much to have energy, to be able to do simple stuff without getting out of breath.

He sighed, lifting the camera up to his eyes and looking at the courtyard through the lens. There was a click and a picture was produced from the little machine. Warren simply took the picture, laying it on the ground next to him and snapping more pictures. He liked being this calm, it was easier to not create the crystals, any strong emotion caused them to appear, their colour usually reflects that emotion. He could never have a crush or keep a secret without everyone knowing because of the coloured shards that 'grew' from his fingers and occasionally other parts of his body.

[Leucos]

Originally Posted by Socks

[OPEN]
Warren sat against the building, his back pressed against the cold wall. He'd come out to the courtyard for some sort of inspiration but he had to sit down or risk collapsing. His breathing was ragged and sort of wheezing, he hoped he wasn't developing a cold of some sort. He was dizzy, tired, and felt the beginnings of a headache. This was a normal for Warren, ever since he was little, all caused by one thing. He lifted one hand up to inspect it, small clear crystals sprouted from under his nails, and red ones crowded around the small pricks from the sewing needle. These things would be produced without him even knowing and all it did was drain his energy, leave a trail to him, and hurt. He pulled the shards from under his nails, it felt like little stabs, but he was used to it. The red ones were worse, they couldn't just be plucked off and hurt like a burn, but he couldn't exactly use his hands with them around.

He didn't hate this power, nor did he hate the pain it caused him. It was normal to him, people don't hate breathing and the crystals came as easy as breathing did. He thought they were pretty, either way, he could stare at them for hours if he had the time. They reflected light like a rainbow, the colours never failed to hold his attention like a child. He guessed the fact that he left a sort of trail of where he'd been and where he was was sort of inconvenient, but that's why he was here. He needed to gain more control, maybe then he wouldn't look like he belonged in a hospital all the time. How nice it would be to have a day where no one asked if he was okay or seemed cautious of his wellbeing. He'd like very much to have energy, to be able to do simple stuff without getting out of breath.

He sighed, lifting the camera up to his eyes and looking at the courtyard through the lens. There was a click and a picture was produced from the little machine. Warren simply took the picture, laying it on the ground next to him and snapping more pictures. He liked being this calm, it was easier to not create the crystals, any strong emotion caused them to appear, their colour usually reflects that emotion. He could never have a crush or keep a secret without everyone knowing because of the coloured shards that 'grew' from his fingers and occasionally other parts of his body.

a 16 year old pale skinned girl by the name of Bree was currently enjoying the courtyards flowers as she walked on through but she stopped to notice one of the fellow students , Warren. She was always kinda jealous of his power , it was beautiful in a way but she didn't want the side effect ....she was happy with her own . She pulled up the hood of her Amber brown sweatshirt as she walked towards him, She was getting bored being by herself. Her ice blue orbs flicked up and down as she looked at him why is he taking so many pictures ? "hey Warren . How you been ?" she asked as she gave him a small smile . In her hands she held her sketchbook and a pencil , she always carried it around with her even in class when she wasn't supposed to have it. What was her ability ? Her ability was to be able to make her drawings come to life. It's a really useful power to her, she can create as many creatures as she wanted and make them fight in battle with her. The downside is though .....it takes her own blood to be able to do so.......yeah....but only when she chooses to activate her ability . Any other time she can use a regular pencil and just draw .That's the main reason she was so pale. But she didn't mind "may I sit with you?" she asked once more .

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

Originally Posted by Coriander

The grin faltered a little as he saw her face. "My goodness, you look exhausted," he commented. "Have you been up all night? You know, that isn't good for the body." The girl's brow was furrowed slightly; perhaps she had a headache? "I have an idea," he announced. "I'm on my way to the art room, and you must be as well. The kitchen's just upstairs, so why don't I go get us some breakfast and we can bond over a little art?"

Cassandra blinked somewhat at his question her face twisted in confusion and she opened her mouthy to speak but another round of pain shot through her head- she grasped it with her hand in an effort to soothe it. It was as if the headache was giving her a 'friendly' reminder that she needed to take some medication to get ride of the headache and hurry up and paint something before the vision gets stuck inside her head."...argh... I-It's really fine- Uhm sure whatever you want, I just reeally need to get to the artroom..". She mumbled in pain as she managed to get pass him and bolted for the artroom. Now inside she grabbed a paint brush and paint before setting up a large canvas that had one side blank and the other had pretty but sad pictures on the other- she began to paint another drawing, she needed some way to get everything off her chest and this was how she did it.

A little while later Cassandra sat in the art classroom- she felt calmer and since taking the medication her head was at ease. Hearing the door open she turned her gaze slightly to the boy she had talked to earlier. Her shyness now kicking in she looked back at the window as she mumbled softly."o-oh... thank you and Uhm sorry about earlier...I didn't feel too good...". Her hazelish brown eyes seemed a little sad. Cassandra undid her hair from the messy bun she was wearing while painting, her brown hair rested softly at her shoulders."...I'm Cassandra Thea Lorelei Alston... Uhm it's nice to meet you..". She turned slightly as she gave a small smile, she made sure to give her full name in hopes she was being polite.

[Socks]

Originally Posted by Pluto

a 16-year-old pale skinned girl by the name of Bree was currently enjoying the courtyards flowers as she walked on through but she stopped to notice one of the fellow students, Warren. She was always kinda jealous of his power, it was beautiful in a way but she didn't want the side effect ....she was happy with her own. She pulled up the hood of her Amber brown sweatshirt as she walked towards him, She was getting bored being by herself. Her ice blue orbs flicked up and down as she looked at him why is he taking so many pictures? "hey Warren. How you been?" she asked as she gave him a small smile. In her hands she held her sketchbook and a pencil, she always carried it around with her even in class when she wasn't supposed to have it. What was her ability? Her ability was to be able to make her drawings come to life. It's a really useful power to her, she can create as many creatures as she wanted and make them fight in battle with her. The downside is though .....it takes her own blood to be able to do so.......yeah....but only when she chooses to activate her ability. Any other time she can use a regular pencil and just draw. That's the main reason she was so pale. But she didn't mind "may I sit with you?" she asked once more.

The teenager stopped taking pictures only when he heard the other's voice, plucking out the final photograph before looking up to see who spoke. He stared up at the girl, blinking slowly before it clicked in his brain, it wasn't that he was rude and didn't remember her, he just always needed a second when thinking of anything. "I'm doing good, kinda out of breath." He hadn't really expected anyone else to be out here, usually it was quiet and pretty empty, one of the reasons he loved taking pictures here. He liked to make things based off of uninterrupted nature, which isn't something anyone can really observe, but this was good enough. He would much rather prefer to sit in the woods and just snap pictures for hours. He had a very expensive hobby. "Oh-- yeah, you can sit." He hurriedly grabbed his laid out pictures, some already developed, and stacked them by his feet. "H-how have you been?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering, but sometimes his lack of energy got him shakey. Crystals appeared on the ground around his photographs, because he had been touching the ground when the slight embarrassment of stuttering came on.

[dino.]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

Cassandra blinked somewhat at his question her face twisted in confusion and she opened her mouthy to speak but another round of pain shot through her head- she grasped it with her hand in an effort to soothe it. It was as if the headache was giving her a 'friendly' reminder that she needed to take some medication to get ride of the headache and hurry up and paint something before the vision gets stuck inside her head."...argh... I-It's really fine- Uhm sure whatever you want, I just reeally need to get to the artroom..". She mumbled in pain as she managed to get pass him and bolted for the artroom. Now inside she grabbed a paint brush and paint before setting up a large canvas that had one side blank and the other had pretty but sad pictures on the other- she began to paint another drawing, she needed some way to get everything off her chest and this was how she did it.

A little while later Cassandra sat in the art classroom- she felt calmer and since taking the medication her head was at ease. Hearing the door open she turned her gaze slightly to the boy she had talked to earlier. Her shyness now kicking in she looked back at the window as she mumbled softly."o-oh... thank you and Uhm sorry about earlier...I didn't feel too good...". Her hazelish brown eyes seemed a little sad. Cassandra undid her hair from the messy bun she was wearing while painting, her brown hair rested softly at her shoulders."...I'm Cassandra Thea Lorelei Alston... Uhm it's nice to meet you..". She turned slightly as she gave a small smile, she made sure to give her full name in hopes she was being polite.

Nick turned the metal handle using his ability and nudged open the door with his foot. He stuck his head inside and announced with yet another grin, "I made PANCAKES!" He set one plate next to her and another at the seat opposite, where he sat down. "Hope they're alright. Don't have a lot of experience with cooking." His wide grin softened into a smile. "Nicholas Snyder, but you can call me Nick. The pleasure's all mine."