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×XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Adrienne Lena Santogold

Yes, I know I'm just an outcast.
I shouldn't speak to you. Still, I see your face and wonder.
Were you once an outcast, too?

Although I am sometimes called Addie, Dria, Enzo.
I am the lovely age of Twenty One
I'm not a guest here; Candy counter/bartender
I kinda wish it were sooner... October 12th
I can be bad; Indecisive, sarcastic, blunt, argumentative, forgetful
I'm a good Girl
You see? Fearless, streetwise, caring, strong, humorous,
These are a few of my favorite things; dancing, being different, friendlies, taking long walks, animals
There are a few things I'm not too fond of; spiders, rude people, injustice, people being judged based on appearance, perverts
I may have a bit of a fancy for them; Prince Naveen
They say I act like Esmeralda - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
They say I look like Lily Allen
My favorite song, fixin' to thrill - [dragonette]
My favorite color, #B38184
I am only a puppet, I'm afraid. f o x r3naissance

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ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏu ᴏɴcᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏuᴛcasᴛ, ᴛᴏᴏ?

It was a nice day at Daytona Beach.... Like it always was.... 24/7, and yet.. Adrienne was stuck inside, at her job. She usually didn't complain much about her job, it wasn't the best but it was way better than her most recent job. But the girl couldn't resist to whine when she could see the sun shine peaking through the window, the ocean almost calling her name. 'Come play Adrienne, come dance~!' What taunting voices, what stupid voices. The outside looked so inviting to the brunette, yet she was stuck behind this stupid counter selling stupid candy. Who even thought of a candy counter in the first place? Why couldn't people just walk to the nearest corner store? Or yet, perhaps even eat healthy?! Yes, most people were on their vacation, which means all rules about healthy eating went out the window... But seriously, there had been 10 people who just passed the counter right now who were already over weight! America is need of much help... Luckily for Adrienne, and no she's not tooting her own horn, but she has a dancer's body. Quite the petite body shape, nothing really to grab in the chest area either... Anyways! Getting a little sidetracked here aren't we? Yes.. Yes we are, back to the good old life of Adrienne Santogold, candy seller by day and bartender by night.

"That will be... Two dollars and fifty-six cents please," Adrienne chimed as she put the two candy bars into a little bag, holding out the other hand for the man's money. Her hand waited in the air for a few minutes, at first Adrienne thought the man must be digging into his pockets for his money. She raised her eyes slowly, only to see the man intensely staring at her. The look in his eyes gave her the coldest chill down her spine, as if a ghost just entered the room.

"Do I know you some from where miss? You look awfully familiar, very familiar." Even the man's voice was creepy as hell, like the voice of a perverted flasher in one of those long coats. The girl shuddered a bit before answering, she recognized where his voice had came from, where she first met him. "Erm, sorry, I look like a lot of people.. You must be mistaken. That's two dollars and fifty-six cents please..." Adrienne replied awkwardly raising her hand the slightest bit to catch his attention, 'Why can't this guy just leave?' The man continued to stare, he wasn't going to move and inch until he figured out who she was. "No no.. You're name is Esmeralda isn't it? From the Kitty Bar! I know I'm right, I would recognize you're figure anywhere." His voice was more perverted, he slurred and winked at the poor young girl. "No. You're wrong. Please pay the money you owe for the candy bars." She ordered, becoming rather frustrated with this man. She couldn't tolerate the kind who continued to pester people until they were right or got their answer, it was her biggest pet peeve. "Erm... Sorry then miss.. Here you are... But I'm so sure of it! I wouldn't forget that face!" The guy replied, finally taking the change out of his pocket. It wasn't the correct change, in fact he had little more over a dollar than what he needed to pay. Normally you're supposed to give them their change back, it's the courteous thing to do. Adrienne just took all the change and put it straight into the till, making no sign that there was too much. She just wanted him to get out of here and leave her alone, before other people overheard... "Thank you. Enjoy your day sir," Adrienne said rather coldly as she handed him the bag of chocolate and pushed him off, well not literally, but she went right on to ignoring him after their transaction was made. 'Jeeze what a creep... What if someone had heard him... What if someone had heard my stripper name?' Adrienne fretted as she fixed herself up, patting down her hotel uniform and pinning back some stray dark hairs.

Yes, Adrienne used to be a stripper once upon a time. Before this job, she had no hope in the world. No family, no friends, no home. The girl had to make her money somehow, and she had to resort to erotic dancing. The man was right, she went by the name of Esmeralda when she was on stage. It wasn't the prettiest name, she could have gone with Cherrybomb Lux, or something as slutty as that. But the name Esmeralda meant emerald in Spanish, a gem that Adrienne has always adored. So she went by that very name, who went by their first name when they were a stripper anyways? The girl started dancing when she was only eighteen, getting right into the club as soon as her eighteenth birthday hit. Of course, the girl is very ashamed of her past, which is the reason she shooed that man away quicker than anything. Besides, if her employers had heard that she had once been a stripper... She probably wouldn't have this job for very long, and would have to resort back to that awful job. And that was not an option, once you've gotten out, it was hard to stay out. And Adrienne was determined to stay far out of her previous job, even if her life depended on it. She wouldn't go back.

The whimpering of a child nearby had brought Adrienne out of her thoughts of the past, and drew her attention else where. From where she was standing, the girl couldn't see any child anywhere. But she could hear the soft cries, and it was definitely close. The young brunette peaked her head over the counter, leaning over just a bit to see over her feet and over the barricade. There, the crying child was. Propped up against the counter, his knees drawn to his face, streams of tears only visible on the sides of his red cheeks. "Awe, what's the matter kid? Do you want candy?" Adrienne asked this because often children fought with their parents over candy, and she thought that this would be just one of those issues. The little kid looked up at her with piercing blue eyes, that were soaked with tears and were blood red around the irises. He rubbed his eyes for a few seconds, his hands still covering most of his face.

"These kids.... Were... Were making... Fun of me.. They called me names." The little boy replied, and he seemed as if he was hurt badly. "Awe, why would anyone call a handsome boy like you a bad name?" She asked tilting her head slightly to the left as she looked down on to the poor boy. "Where are these kids? Can you point them out to me?" The brunette inquired, perhaps she will teach those kids a good lesson.... Or just tell their parents, either way. The little boy continued to take his hands from his face to point out the boys, after removing his hands Adrienne could see why he was made fun of. The poor young boy had a red birth mark scrawled across the left side of his face. Even if she didn't find it to be so bad, kids were horrible these days. Even worse than they were in Adrienne's time. The little kid must have been an outcast because of this birth mark, and that struck Adrienne's heart strings. She's always been an outcast herself, and she could understand the little boy's pain. Her eyes followed in his pointing direction, to a group of three boys. They appeared to be a couple years older than him, but still quite young as well. "Don't worry kid, I'll take care of this for you. They'll never bother you again once I'm through with them," Adrienne said with a slight smirk as she exited from behind the counter to the group of boys.

The boys were all holding half finished chocolate bars that they had bought from her just a few moments ago. She had no idea that she was selling treats to bullies. In one quick swoop, the girl took all three of their chocolate bars. Yes, stealing from a baby was wrong, but this was a different scenario. "HEY! What are you doing lady?! Give those back?!" The boy in the middle yelled in anger, and the two other boys followed in his rage. "Sorry you little punk, I don't sell candy to bullies. See that kid over there? You've messed with the wrong guy, and now I'm here to take care of it. Next time you feel that you have the right to make fun of someone, you better think twice. Because I protect every outcast, and I'll be on you if you do it again." Adrienne threatened as she looked them dead in the eye, of course she didn't mean any of this. But if the boys knew if that little kid over there had an adult on his side, they would never bother him again. "Got it?" The boys all shook their heads quickly, and ran off into another hall just like they did in the movies. Oh what a feat! Even if she was just threatening little kids, the girl still felt good.

"Here you go little one, and if you do need any other help from me.. You know where to look," Adrienne said with a sweet smile as she handed the boy a new chocolate bar, on her of course. With a smile and a nod, he didn't say thanks but it was hardly needed after that smile. The boy quickly sped off in another direction, and the two would probably never see each other again. It was weird, usually in the day time when Adrienne worked at the candy bar. NOTHING ever happened, it was dull and boring. It was usually when she was bar-tending did the action happen... s**t. Her candy counter shift was soon ending, and she only had a small amount of time to get ready to be a bartender. Thankfully she didn't have to wear the stupid hotel uniform there, she could wear whatever the hell she wanted. After closing the till and putting up the close sign, Adrienne hopped over the counter and made her way into the lobby. She wasn't directly going for the lobby, but her room was located on another floor. Which meant that Adrienne needed the elevator, and the closest elevator was in the lobby. Her black heels clacked against the ground as she walked at a very fast pace. She had more than a few hours until her next shift, but she always enjoyed taking her time to get ready. Her eye's were set for the elevator, until she heard some familiar voices off to the side of the lobby. As she looked over, she could see her co-workers just commonly gathered. Melody reading a book, Starla and Marcus flirting, and Jake just went out the door. Was this a small party that Adrienne wasn't invited to? How rude.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" Adrienne cheerfully said as she walked over, she had time to talk to a couple friends.










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ELEKTRA

Elektra Anemone Natchios

They named me Elektra
But I’d far rather be called Just Elektra.
Well, that or you can call me Elektra
I’m Seventeen
And I’m a Female
I tap to Men and women
Which makes me Bisexual
And while we’re on that subject, I really like Matt
I can be Outcast, daring, confident, intelligent, argumentative
And I really like Fighting, taking risks, action films, being in control
But I totally hate spiders, challenges, losing, wasting her time, the rain
You can find me hanging around with Colossus, Bruce, Pepper
My puppet-master is f o x r3naissance

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ｉ'ｍ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｈ-ｃｈ-ｃｈ-ｃｈ-ｃｈ-ＣＨＥＲＲＹ ＢＯＭＢ !!

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Today was just the same old same old, nothing even bothered to happen for the poor girl. It was school, then home, just like how it was the other day. Elektra didn't even bother to attend the swimming practice she had after school, yes, she's on the swim team. If that surprises you, then you should know that the girl is also quite the Olympic athlete. After all, she was born in Greece, it's slightly to be expected. Instead of going to practice, all she wanted to do is go home and catch her father before he left. He was the Greek Ambassador to The United States, so he wasn't home as regularly as normal fathers were. And this was always annoying, but also very helpful. She didn't need to explain to her father where she was the previous night, or why she came home late. He'd probably assume she was at some party, so let's just keep it at that.

"Father?! Did you leave?!" Elektra called out as she opened the door to her house, which was actually pretty large. Ever since she was little she lived in the life of luxury, her father always showering gifts upon her. Never once has she had to find a job, and she doesn't quite plan on it any time soon. "Mmm... Guess not.. Whatever." The girl mumbled, somewhat annoyed with her father's sudden absence. Just once, just this one time... It would have been nice to say good bye. Quickly the girl shook her head, she hated feeling sad, it was such a stupid feeling. The girl would rather feel angry, or at least happy... But the second choice is somewhat harder to achieve. You could say that Elektra was an outcast at school, she didn't befriend a crowd... But she did have a small group of best friends who were Bruce Wayne, Peter Rasputin and Pepper Potts. They were quite the odd group, and didn't really match with each other.. But it fit.

She gave out a loud a** sigh as she fell into her king sized bed, the most comfiest thing in the entire world. If she didn't get any sleep soon, the girl would surely pass out randomly on the street. But hey.. 'What's this?' Elektra thought to herself as she opened her lap top up in a lazy fashion. She was constantly on Facebook, never once signing out.. Yeah, the girl's addicted, but she's not the kind to constantly update her status. That's what Twitter is for, and she doesn't even have that. Her lips pursed in a somewhat pissed off matter as she read the newly updated status of one of her friends. 'Going to T.Stark's partayyy tonightttt!!!' "Party? I never heard about Tony throwing a party... Am I invited? Let's go see..." Elektra muttered as she grabbed her cell phone from her jacket pocket... Nope. No new messages at all. This was the usual way of inviting people to your parties now, no one sent out envelopes in person. "Oh surprising, another non-invitation." The girl said as she closed her lap top rather violently. She wasn't pissed off that she wasn't invited to this one party, she was getting pissed off at the fact no one would invite her to any. Elektra has been to a few of course, but never invited and always just came with a friend.

That was it, that was the very last straw she could take. Before she just threw it over her shoulder, the girl didn't care if she wasn't invited to so and so's party... But now it had built up and built up.. Action was needed to be taken. The girl decided that she actually was going to go to Tony Stark's party whether or not he had actually wanted her there in the first place. He was always oblivious, and probably wouldn't even notice her presence. With her final decision, Elektra practically jumped right off her bed and went to her closet. She couldn't wear her school clothes to this gate crash, which were just plain boring. A sweater and a pair of jeans wouldn't make much of an impact. The girl ripped out her best clothes from her closet, putting together the sexiest outfit she could think of. After she had pulled up her very tight skinny jeans, and pulled over her crop top that just went about above her belly button. Now seeing her stomach, you would be able to tell that she was a very talented athlete. Theoutfit was finally put together, her hair and make up done to the best of her potential. And if she did say so herself, the girl looked like sex napalm. Elektra was feeling it, she was ready to crash his party and cause some sort of riot. But she needed to know where this party was, probably one of her friends had been invited. A text message would surely do. Just with in three seconds, the girl finally received a reply... And now had the exact address to where Tony Stark's party was being held, some super fancy club. How surprising, was he trying to compensate for something?

But now she needed a ride, Elektra didn't bother to achieve her L. Knowing that her father would always pay someone to drive her around, it felt hardly needed. "What to do... What to do..." Elektra muttered to herself, tapping the cell phone against her lips as she pondered. The girl was hopeless for a ride, the party wasn't going to start for a few hours.. Some people were probably already heading over there. Should she arrive early and crash? Or arrive 'fashionably' late? Elektra was definitely in a perdicament, her heart was set on kicking some a** tonight. It actually was. She wanted nothing more than to just put her fist into someone's face, even if that person didn't deserve it. Pathetic you say? The girl practically does this for a living, outside her 'normal' life. The girl is quite the assassin, and yes, I said assassin. Clubbing a few fools at this party wouldn't be any different than killing one of her targets. What a strange life this girl leads...




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_____________VULPECULA ANNETTE ARTOIS

Ravenclaw________________________________

┇ What lies before us and behind us aren't as important as what lies within us ┇

my birth certificate says Vulpecula Annette Artois
but I won't answer unless you say nVuls, Vully, Pecs.
last time I checked, I was Sixteen years old
and I popped out on February 12th.
in case you didn't notice, I'm a Female
which makes me a Witch.
I was born with Half blood
and I roll with those Ravenclaws.
quidditch?... well no, but is quite the quidditch fan.
oh, and I forgot, I'm a sixth year
and I'm with Dumbledore's army .

you're so jealous of my looks
Vulpecula is an interesting looking girl; by no means would she consider herself a model or any gorgeous creature. Her hair is long and dark; it's chestnut brown just like her mother's hair. Her bangs usually get quite long really quick, so sometimes you might see Vulpecula walking around with her bangs quite literally in her eyes. She hates to cut her hair, but you can only walk into enough doors and not be tired of it. The girl usually styles her hair down, mostly in a messy fashion because she's slightly too lazy to do anything with it. But sometimes you will tell that Vulpecula was in a rush to get ready, because her hair will always be in messy braids. That look as if a 5 year old did her hair, she honestly doesn't even care what her hair looks like most of the time. Her eyes are the same colour as her hair, dark brown, almost black really. She hates her eye color, and wishes she had some exotic blue or green. This is one of the reasons why she envies her older sister, Cassiopeia, because she has the most beautiful blue eyes anyone could ever have.

The young Ravenclaw is quite average in body shape, she isn't very tall and stands about 5'5". Though if you're a boy or a pervert, you'll notice something that isn't so average about Vulpecula. Do I have to tell you? ... Her bust is rather... Above average, something she got and her sister didn't. But anyways, just because she has big breasts, doesn't give you the right to stare at them pro longingly! Her eyes are rather big too actually, they're not the normal almond shape, and you can slightly see the whites underneath her eyes.




right, so I'm kinda
The girl is quite strange; she isn't like a total wacko or anything... But you can tell that there are a few things different about her, some people like it and some find it annoying. Vulpecula often says things that are on her mind, not saying she is opinionated, I mean literally. Anything on her mind, and if there is someone around to hear it, she'll say it out loud. She can't really control what she says often, and often quite regrets what she says after a few seconds. It can be extremely embarrassing for her, and if it gets too embarrassing, Vulpecula will often shut up. This is a triumph that is hard to achieve, as the girl loves to talk, about anything. If you have an ear, I suggest you sacrifice it now, or listen to Vulpecula talk to you about charms or something for hours. And if you're lucky enough, there will be an awkward moment, which will give you a chance to escape. But some people actually like to listen to Vulpecula ramble on about whatever she finds interesting that day, her interests change regularly. So she'll never talk to you about the same thing, which could be interesting?

She is very, very nice though; you'll find a true friend in her. Vulpecula hates to be mean, even if she's suffering under the hands of someone else, she'll try her best to be polite about it. It's rare to see this girl get angry; she doesn't even get mad in private. But don't think you can walk all over her, Vulpecula will pull you down and beat you if you ever do this to her. Where did all the sudden hate come from? She builds it up over time; the true anger is deep, deep down. And it has only surfaced a few times during her time at Hogwarts; pray it doesn't surface upon you. But again, Vulpecula is so kind and warm hearted. If her friend is down and sad about anything, the girl will be there to console and try to cheer them up the best she can. Even if it's a stranger who looks down on his luck, Vulpecula will try to get a smile on that person's face.

But because mentioned earlier, she is slightly weird, people don't generally like her. Vulpecula tries her best not to give them a reason to think that, by being nice and helpful to anyone that needs it. But still... Her powers of talking always get in the way, ruining her chance of ever becoming 'normal'. Around the time of her 5th year, Vulpecula eventually gave up on being 'normal' and embraced the oddity of her inner self. She became much happier once she did this; it was like a whole weight was lifted off her shoulders. Once worried about what she said the other day was weird, she couldn't care less about that today. It was like Vulpecula could be herself in a room filled with stranger, who would all stare at her in bewilderment. Even if the girl can hear people talking behind her back, she'll often just turn around and smile at them.

If you're a guy, you might find Vulpecula to be charming, perhaps attractive? Though Vulpecula would doubt your feelings if you ever confronted her about it; she feels as if she's too different to be with someone else. And besides, throughout her whole 7 years of attending Hogwarts, not one boy has asked her out. Making her believe as if she wasn't date-able, and she almost gave up on love all together during one of her years. She got over her need for conformity but now wanted acceptance from the opposite sex, and that was even harder to accomplish. Even if the girl was overly flirty, which she sort of already is, no boy would turn heads. Or that's how she feels, she often ignores the... Nerdy guys who give her attention, and as bad as that might sound, it's really true. Vulpecula normally sets her eyes on the big and muscled guys of the Quidditch teams. And she wasn't prejudice to houses either, if it was a Slytherin seeker or a Hufflepuff keeper, she'd go after them. But it would never end well for her, and now, people kind of think of her as easy. Even if she's still a virgin, but Vulpecula is quite determined to keep that for awhile, despite if it's cooler to lose it.

The girl likes to do things that are considered out of the norm, but everything at Hogwarts is out of the norm. She loves quidditch, but she doesn't have the upper body strength to play.. So instead she just is a huge fan, and I do mean huge. Once you get her talking about it, there's no stopping her. Vulpecula doesn't have many dislikes, besides the obvious. Like liars, cheaters, bullies, spiders, the dark.. She tries her best to keep positive in life, even when it's perfectly acceptable for her to be negative and angry.


this is my life story, if you were wondering
Vulpecula's history is practically pretty much a mystery to all her classmates, even some of the teachers don't even know her background. She doesn't really like to speak about it, as the slang 'mud-blood' haunts her ever since she was 6. Yes, that's right, her parents are non magical. Muggles, if you want to call them, everyone else does. It was the strangest thing too, almost like the movie Matilda if you've ever seen it. It's about a girl with magical powers like telekinesis, and her parents are shocked and surprised upon discovering this. That movie is basically Vulpecula's life, and it hasn't been quite easy for the poor girl, but she is still managing to get through it. Her father is a famous astrologer, even if you were a muggle or magical, you probably heard of Damien Artois. Through his love for astrology, he met another somewhat famous astrologer, Veva Noir, Vulpecula's mother. And of course, they had to name their two daughters after constellations; Vulpecula the little fox constellation and Cassiopeia the vain queen constellation. Surprisingly, the Gods had graced the young couple with two daughters with the magical gift. It was definitely a large shock, how come their offspring were always magical? It was a complete mystery to the two parents, but they loved their daughters just the same.

Though no matter how much her parents loved her and her sister, it didn't even come close to how much ridicule she went through. It was hard keeping this secret from the other muggle kids, Vulpecula once told her 'best friend' at the young age of 6. It was supposed to be a secret right? A pinky swear was made on that day! But no, her friend never kept that secret; and blabbed to everyone at their school. It was very humiliating for Vulpecula and very traumatizing for her as well. This is probably why the girl doesn't trust as easily and why she hates telling people her secrets. Even if it's something little like if she changed her socks daily, Vulpecula wouldn't tell you. Because she wouldn't be able to trust you to keep that to yourself. After everyone knew about the Artois family, and how they had two witches for daughters, they couldn't live in France any more. They probably could have just lived in another city, but her father was honestly too paranoid and wanted to keep his family safe.

So at the age of 7, a couple months after Vulpecula's true nature was revealed, the family moved to England. Which was fantastic, because the mother overheard of a great place, an educational place? It went by the name of Hogwarts, and for a couple months Vulpecula's mother thought it was called Hortworts. Which lead them to find nothing when they searched it, but really, if they gotten the name right. I'm sure they wouldn't have found anything in the muggle archives. The two non-magical parents felt hopeless, their young daughters had a gift that they did not know anything about. How could they help them with controlling whatever they had, if they were clueless? And on the other hand; they were also worrying about people finding out. They wouldn't be able to afford another move, as they just bought a really expensive house and all the new furnishings. If someone else found out, they wouldn't be able to protect their daughters any longer and it was quite nerve racking to leave day to day thinking this.

Thankfully, a shining light to the parent's worries were put to an end. When Vulpecula was 7, Cassiopeia was 11, and you know what that means right? A very special letter was sent to the Artois that was an answer to all their prayers! The Hogwarts letter, addressed to Cassiopeia Artois, inviting her to come to Hogwarts for her first year. Of course when Cassiopeia went for a year, writing back about how great Hogwarts was and how she loved to be this thing called a Slytherin. Vulpecula became very jealous, after all, it sounded like her older sister was having such a great time...AT SCHOOL! For four years, while Cassiopeia attended Hogwarts, Vulpecula attended a normal muggle school, and dreaded having her sister sending letters. When it was finally her own time to go, you should have seen the smile on her face! She wasn't sorted into Slytherin as she was slightly hoping to be, her sister made it sound so cool and hip. But she found just as much fun in Ravenclaw and was quite satisfied with the stereotype of being smart... Though she hated being called a nerd, Vulpecula was quite the opposite actually.

To this day, the girl still loves attending Hogwarts. All her class mates might dread going back every year, or doing the work. But Vulpecula can't get enough of that education! Actually, this does make Vulpecula sound like a nerd doesn't it? But if you seen her grades... You would be surprised. She often gets distracted when there is anything about Quidditch around her, it's one of Vulpecula's favourite past times. Though the young brunette doesn't play, oh she is way too clumsy to even be a keeper. But she loves just reading about it or watching it, if any guy plays Quidditch. You can be sure that Vulpecula has a crush on him; as boys also distract her from doing her work. The girl doesn't have too many dislikes; but spiders! She's been afraid of spiders ever since she was little, the poor girl will have a heart attack if there is one near her! Even if it's just a small harmless one, she'll scream until she annoys you enough to kill it. Oh and she isn't a fan of those who are ignorant or just plain stupid, she gets highly irritated when someone is close minded. She'll be nice to you if you’re a couple fries short of a Happy Meal, but don't expect her to put up with your stupidity for long. The girl will eventually try to weasel her way out of hanging out with you.

The ambulance men said
There's nowhere to flee for your life
So we stay inside
And we'll sleep until the world of man is paralyzed

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ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｆｌｅｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ

Sun light slowly started to stream into Vulpecula Artois' room, more and more her room began to light up. This was the only type of alarm clock Vulpecula needed, her eyes were sensitive. Any sort of light, dim or bright, that hit her eye lids would cause her to stir. With one big yawn that imitated the roar of a lion, Vulpecula stretched and soon sat on the edge of her bed. By no means, is this young witch a morning person. It usually takes her mother a good half an hour to get her daughter up and out of bed. Which usually involved a lot of screaming and some physical harassment. But today was a different day, something that Vulpecula was very excited to wake up for. It was the first day of school! The one thing that Vulpecula was excited for all summer, yes, she's one of those freaks that actually likes attending school. Hogwarts was just something different, something that stimulated her senses that nothing else could. She loved being there, it was like a fantasy come true... If only she could get good grades, then it would be just like heaven. The funny thing is, Vulpecula is a Ravenclaw, so you would expect her to get good grades right? Haha well nope, she just loves school.

With a cheerful smile Vulpecula hopped off her bed, her dark brown hair in array of a mess, scattered across her back and shoulders. With another stretch the girl made her way to the bathroom, now was the time to try to run a brush through this mess. This was practically a daily ritual for Vulpecula, getting ready took quite a few hours and it was quite painful. Especially this first part, brushing her hair was quite the feat. Her screams of pain usually awoke her parents, so they didn't really need an alarm clock either. They just went by Vulpecula's yells and swears, it usually jolted them right out of sleep. Even though they already knew that the screams were from Vulpecula trying to brush her hair, her mother always had to come check just in case.

"Morning hun, are you alright? Or are you just brushing your hair?" Her mother's French accent was always refreshing in the morning, it made Vulpecula somewhat jealous. She was born in France, but never stayed long enough to learn French or at least have a beautiful accent. Instead she has this messed up English cross Irish accent, it's seriously messed. The Irish accent came first, then the English was meshed when they moved here. Everybody that Vulpecula talks to tries to guess what combination of accents she has, they never get it right. "Yes mom, just trying to brush my hair." The brunette replied with a slight smile that soon turned to a grimace as she hit a rather big knot. Her mother gave out a laugh, for some reason this always amused her every morning. "Ok, just get ready soon Vulpecula, you know what today is," Her mother reminded with a smile as she walked away, still slightly giggling to herself. "Of course I know what today is.. Who do you think I am? Cassiopeia?" She muttered to herself, referring to her older sister as she grunted. Cassiopeia is more than a few years older than she is, and has already had her time at Hogwarts and now is an auror somewhere in England. Her and her sister are quite the opposite, even though Cassi had a great time at school; she never truly loved it as much as Vulpecula did.

Finally, the ritual of getting all nice and ready was over. Now Vulpecula looked at herself in the mirror, just to approve the work she had just finished. Her dark brown hair was straight as always, her bangs lightly going over her eyes that she pushed to the sides just a bit. She never cut her hair, if you know Vulpecula well. You would know that she would rather walk blindly with her hair in her eyes than cut an inch off of it. The girl didn't have to get dressed up all nice considering she would just change into her Ravenclaw robes on the train. So instead the girl just worn a plain dark green knit sweater and good pair of ripped jeans. Vulpecula did have nicer clothes, but they were all packed away in one of her many suitcases. She would just have to wear this hobo-ish outfit, though it did look considerably nice on her. Any outfit she would put on would only reflect nicely on her, even if it were a paper bag. "Come on Vuls, we need to head out for the train!" Her father yelled down the hall, disturbing Vulpecula from looking at herself in the mirror any further.

"Alright, alright! Let me grab some shoes and my suitcases!" The brunette yelled back as she dashed into her room, grabbing any old pair of shoes that she didn't pack and reaching for the three suitcases she had packed. Yes, three, she didn't just have one or two. The girl didn't understand those that only had one suitcase for the entire year. She needed way more clothes than that, and also she had some books packed as well.

"Come on ladies. We should beat the traffic if you want to be on time," Her father's French accent was also very beautiful, no wonder why her mother fell in love with him. It was very obvious that the fact he was a wizard didn't bother her at all, and the fact that her daughter was half a witch didn't even seem to bother her either.

It only took the small family half an hour to get to the train station, luckily for them there was practically no traffic on the roads at all."Alright, so you know the drill Vulpecula, I've told you five times before," "I know, you want me to write every weekend and try to take lots of pictures with the camera you got me. Don't worry mom. I will," Vulpecula responded with a smile as they continued on their way to the special platform. This was always the exciting part, Vulpecula loved charging at the brick wall. "Ok we're here... I love you mom and dad, keep Sagittarius safe for me. And don't let Cassi sleep in my room! I'll know if she did when I come back," The brunette said with a laugh as she hugged and kissed both of her parents, but she was serious about the bedroom thing. Her sister always had this weird smell, and when she slept in her bed, she contaminated that with stink too. "Love you darling, be safe... Don't let boys.. You know.. Touch you." Her father said awkwardly as he hugged her back, Vulpecula only responded with a light giggle. Not even going to reply to that with a proper response. "Don't mind you father dear, bring back some cute Gryffindor, or perhaps a Hufflepuff! That would be nice," Her mother joked, even though she had never been to Hogwarts before and hardly even understood what Gryffindor or Hufflepuff even meant. "Believe me, I'll try. Ok, I'll see you both on the holidays! Love you," Vulpecula repeated as she turned around, both hands on the trolly that carried her suitcases. And with one long charge, she ran at the wall. Now she didn't even need to close her eyes, she was no longer afraid. And with that, Vulpecula disappeared into the magical world.

The train was still here, she was hardly late at all and thankfully made it before the huge crowd of families could arrive. It would have been nice if both of her parents could come through the barrier and say good bye, but oh well. The girl smiled as she hopped onto the train, this was also one of her favourite parts. The train ride was always nice and enjoyable. Most of the compartments were empty, besides a few that held some Slytherins and a Gryffindor. Now that was an odd sight to behold, but it was Jonola and Anox, so it wasn't as surprising. She continued down the hall to the very end, this compartment was always empty and was always Vulpecula's favourite. She threw her suitcases up onto the shelf and took her spot near the window. You would think that someone who had friends would go look for them so they could all sit together right? Well Vulpecula did have friends... She had a few ok? But right now was for a relaxation time, and sitting alone wasn't that bad.

Finally, the train had made it's way to Hogwarts! Vulpecula had changed into her robes quite awhile ago, probably before everyone even thought about changing into their robes. It was almost maddening trying to get off the train, she should have left earlier! Everybody just didn't want to walk fast, they liked walking at a zombie like pace. If Vulpecula could, she would scream at everyone to move... But she was too nice, and kept all the anger inside, and practically screamed inside her head. The crowd slowly dispersed as everyone finally made it off the train and off to Hogwarts. She could now sit with a few people she knew from Ravenclaw as she sat down at their table. The feast soon to begin, it was very exciting. To see old friends, she hoped a few Ravenclaws she knew would sit beside her.

ｓｏ ｗｅ ｓｔａｙ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ
ａｎｄ ｗｅ'ｌｌ ｓｌｅｅｐ ｕｎｔｉｌ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｏｆ ｍａｎ is ｐａｒａｌｙｚｅｄ

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((OOC: sorry! This is extremely long, and the ending is so blah.. ._. wink )

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⋆ █ ▌xxxxMISS PYROKINETIC

ｎａｍｅxx ﹙ Helalyn Coral Penn . ﹚

ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅxx ﹙ Hels . ﹚

ａｇｅxx ﹙ Nineteen . ﹚

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙxx ﹙ If you already know Miss Helalyn's power, or you're just about to find out because you've rubbed her the wrong way.. Then you will know that this girl is very feisty and quite spicy, yes. Spicy. She has a constant smart mouth on her face, it never ceases to spit out sarcasm whenever applicable. Her attitude towards others can be described as abrasive, as Helalyn is quite the hot head at times. The girl's anger often gets the best of her, and when it does, you might want to watch out. She'll lose her focus for a second, and it can go all down hill. Helalyn is quite the stubborn one, like most people who have a fiery personality type like her's. She can't stand being wrong, or when someone puts her down. She always tries to rise to her best, and she won't allow someone to block her path.

Even though the small description above may tell you that she's quite the mad child, she can always bring out another side.... When she wants to that is. It's not that Helalyn is a bad person, she's loyal and trustworthy.. But most people only get to see her angry fiery side. Especially one guy, he gets front row seats to Helalyn's fiery side, and he especially brings it out. She can't help but lash out at him, he drives her up the wall! She usually doesn't get this angry at people, but this guy.. No matter how many threats she lashes out, he always manages to just dismiss them as if they were sweet nothings into his ear. What makes her even more angry is how he just passes her along, as if she wasn't even there. Helalyn is already an impatient girl, the kind who waits for no one and only spends their time on the important things. But when mister clairvoyant just brushes her off... It pisses her off more than anything, and she thinks he does it on purpose! But there's no way in telling... You would think if someone pissed you off this much, you would totally ignore and forget about them right? Well.. For some reason, Helalyn just can't do that. ﹚

ｂｉｏｇｒａｐｈｙxx ﹙ It all started on January 21st, no, that's not Helalyn's birthday. She no longer refers to the beginning of her life as October 12th, which is the actual day she was born on. But refers it to the date when she first discovered her powers. Because that's the day where everything went wrong. She was a little girl, Helalyn was probably around the age of 8 (the girl honestly has trouble remembering) when first discovering her pyrokinetic powers. She was so proud of herself! The girl always been interested in magic and super powers, she was quite the fan of super hero comic books. And always had wanted to be similar to Wonder Woman or Elektra her two favourite super heroes. And on that day, Helalyn's wish came true.. But it wasn't her parent's wish, not at all. Of course when the little girl found out that she had some control over fire, she had to tell her parents! And with an enthusiastic grin and laugh, she revealed her new found power.. And her parent's did not take to it at all. They couldn't stand mutants, and were disgusted by the very site of their daughter.

But what could they do? They hated her, but loved her too much to release her information to the anti-mutant groups. They didn't want her in their house, or near them for that matter, but couldn't fathom the thought of their daughter being killed. So they sent her off, and she hasn't heard of them since that day. Of course they were just trying to keep their little girl safe right? They had no ill will right? Well bull s**t. Helalyn has been pissed of at them ever since, and has tried hard to forget. Her parents had sent her to some random family's house, the girl has never even heard of them before... Yet, when she got there, they treated as if they've known each other their entire lives... It was like a family and Helalyn was involved. If it weren't for her parents sending her off like a pair of monsters, then Helalyn would have never met her best friend. They had been neighbours at first, and when Helalyn's residence became permanent, so did their friendship. For a long while the girl felt out of place, her powers usually getting the best of her at times. If it weren't for finding miss empathetic, a girl who also had mutant powers. Then Helalyn might have just lost it, and would probably be a criminal today. You could say that this girl's past is a bit dark, her parents abandoning her because of something she couldn't control, never hearing from them ever again. It might as well be some tear jerking movie, but Helalyn doesn't see it that way. She hides her true emotions with anger, and she hides them well. Instead of being depressed and scared from her past experiences, she expresses this through anger. And like mentioned before, she takes it out on a certain someone . ﹚



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The sun light shone into Helalyn's room rather quickly, disturbing the young nineteen year old's sleep. The sun shined directly into her eyes, causing her to stir and groan as she tossed on to her side. She was never really a morning person, if you even tried to wake her up it would be the last thing you ever did. With another grunt, she rolled onto her other side. This was a sign that she was slowly forcing herself to wake up, usually when Helalyn slept she was a giant dead log in the bed. You also didn't want to be around her when she did eventually wake up, she's always grumpy in the mornings. This makes her somewhat of a bad roommate, seeing as her poor best friend usually always has to deal with the grump. Helalyn tries her best not to get angry with Samantha directly, they've been best friends ever since they were young. So she usually stifles her anger for the next victim, they don't even have to do anything to Helalyn. With a final grunt, the girl finally opens her eyes but continued to lay there. The girl moved her head just a bit to look up, it was rather odd that so much sun light burned its way into their room. Helalyn's curtains were black, so they shouldn't allow so much light in, they never did before...

"Oh s**t! What the hell?!" Helalyn screamed, trying to muffle the last part of her sentence realizing her roommate was still asleep. "Oh man... Did I do this in my sleep? Jesus.." She muttered as she grabbed onto the burnt curtains, they were now tattered to s**t. No wonder why it was more bright in the room, she freaking burnt down the curtains! It wasn't uncommon for Helalyn to use her powers while she was sound asleep, she's been doing it since she discovered her power. It was a huge pain in the butt, waking up to find your favourite things had been burnt to a crisp. Something she couldn't control, and it ate at her on the inside. [********. Guess I'm going to have to buy new ones... Again." She said as she took down the destroyed curtains and tossed them into the garbage. This was just the oh so perfect start to her day, another reason for Helalyn to vent on some poor being.

After a stretch and a long sigh, Helalyn went off into the washroom to get ready. This was an awfully long process actually, the girl had really thick hair that was hard to maneuver. Usually Helalyn just wore her hair straight, since it was the easiest to style but still looked good. However, Helalyn was in a mood to make a change in her appearance today. So instead of straightening it like she did everyday, which probably made her hair damaged and nasty. The girl curled it, and seeing this girl with curled hair is a very uncommon thing. As she rapped the curling iron around her ebony thick strands of hair, she realized something... Helalyn had absolutely no patience for this! To stand there waiting to see if your hair was actually starting to curl was maddening... But she had already started, if she stopped now it would look horrid! If she didn't continue with the curling, someone would obviously poke fun... Even a certain someone would even dare. She didn't want to have to deal with more morons trying to be funny, so even if she didn't want to just stand there... Helalyn continued curling her hair, even if it took at least half an hour longer than it did to straighten. "Ugh! Finally, I'm done!" Helalyn said with a small cheer as she put the curling iron down to admire herself, she did actually look pretty good with curled hair. It was quite the odd look for the girl, it made her appear more nicer than she actually was. As if she was some sweet little girl scout selling cookies, it even weirded herself out.

With a quick small flame, Helalyn cooked her eye liner for a few seconds. She couldn't explain why she did this, it always made it easier for her to apply. The girl wasn't the type to cake on her make up, but she always managed to put just the right amount of eye make up on. She could always make her green eyes pop no matter the colour of eyeshadow she applied. Today it was grey, just because it went with everything else she was wearing. She wore a cute white tank that was slightly baggy, paired with some plain ripped skinny jeans. The outfit wasn't amazing, nothing you would see going down the runway. But Helalyn looked good in it, and that was all that mattered. As she looked at the clock, it was almost time for breakfast, now all she needed was some shoes. And with a quick step, Helalyn rushed to put her nice black flats on. The girl hated being late to the mess hall, it always filled up so quickly. Even though her roommate was still sleeping, and her roommate was quite considerably her best friend... She couldn't wait, her hungry stomach roared and grumbled for food. 'She'll just meet me down there... She knows where to find me,' Helalyn quickly thought as she grabbed her bag and a couple of text books, which were utterly useless, but she carried them around nonetheless. The girl didn't particularly like going to this school, sometimes it was a complete waste of time... But here, she was relatively safe from those anti-mutant groups. And as she attended this school, she could feel her control over her powers growing stronger. This was a definite must for Helalyn, seeing as if she lost focus she was just as vulnerable as any human.

As she sauntered down the hall, the girl couldn't help but get mad at the people in her way or the people who just stood in the hallways like cattle. "Can you move in that direction please?!" Helalyn screamed at some poor younger girl, whom in fear just quickly moved to the side. If anyone in this school was wise, they dare not mess with Helalyn Penn.. Especially in the mornings. The girl had an anger that no one in the entire school had seen before, and she wasn't afraid to release it on anyone. It's actually quite funny, she has such a hot headed persona, and yet she's a pyro. Ironic right? A lot of people bug her about that, they think they're such geniuses for figuring that out. Until Helalyn sets their pants on fire, then they feel like complete idiots. When you receive a threat from this girl, don't take it lightly, ever. She means what she says, and always fills out a threat.

Her eyes scanned the mess hall, looking for a few of her friends before finding a place to sit. She had already gotten her food, some hashbrowns and some delicious Arizona green tea with apple; it was her absolute favourite thing to drink. And it was cheap! As she walked down the aisle of chairs with her platter in her hands, she spotted a few Asians she knew. Two of them were males, Seung Nim and Welton, Helalyn knew them through one of their classes. The other was a girl named Ha Neul, who was being obnoxiously loud.. Even from here it was already starting to bother Helalyn, the laugh and the bad joke were enough to make her angry... But Ha Neul was a good girl, actually the top girl in the school. But the loud talking needed to stop.

"Oh hey guys, whatcha up to?" Helalyn asked as she put the platter down before taking a seat. "Mind if I hang with you this morning?"











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((OOC: Wow, I'm sorry guys.. This post sucks. I'll try to make better ones in the future!))