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『 just call me miss elegance 』

Insert fabulous RPing text here. =3



keep your head up gorgeousxoxoxo
people would kill to see you fallxoxoxo

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『 just call me miss elegance 』

Her long, shiny brown curls bounced as she walked elgantly across the car park. She didn't do cars - they bored her. She had one, of course, but she always walked to school. She only used her car when she needed to move on again, and when she got to the next place she was staying at she swapped cars. She had to admit, however, that the one she had currently was very, very nice - a deep purple Lambourgini that she named Bella. She was unsure of why she named her cars, but she didn't have pets any more as she got too attached and upset when they died, so maybe she named her cars because of that. She never told anyone she named her cars - that was a little weird, even for her.

Her name? Evangeline Juliette-Saskia Lovette, though she told everyone to simply call her Eva, in a purry New Zealand accented voice. Everyone loved her accent, though Eva didn't play on it much. It was just something she had, even after so long away from her home country. Eva may look only seventeen - although far more breathtaking than your average seventeen year old - but she actually around four hundred and forty. Being a vampire had some good things, but if you asked Eva if she'd swap it for a human life, she'd say yes in a heartbeat...if indeed she remembered how long a heartbeat was, which she didn't. She remember very little of her human life and didn't really get close enough to humans to discover how long their heartbeats were. She knew vague figures from many biology lessons, but it had changed over the years as the technologies had gotten better, so Eva didn't really trust any of them. She got many looks as she made her way across the car park, her sensitive ears picking up some things she didn't really want to hear. The last thing Eva was was arrogant, but even she knew that she was pretty breathtaking in the looks department. She blamed it on good genes, but it was really because she was a vampire. But telling humans that was not a good idea, so she kept it to herself. Human smells assulted her nostrils. Eva didn't mind them, but some things humans did just smelt plain bad. And then the dirty, wet dog smell of a werewolf filtered in, and Eva wrinkled her nose. She didn't like werewolves. She didn't care about the treaty they were working on - it didn't say she had to like them, so she didn't. They smelt bad and seemed to act all superior because they never hurt humans. Eva always loved throwing back at them that she'd never even laid a finger on a human - in a harmful way - never mind bitten any. She was so scared of totally losing control and launching herself at a human, teeth bared, and causing them to become what she was. She might have gained looks, enhanced senses, better stregth and speed, but it had it's downfalls. Eva was also more elegant than your average vampire, though she wasn't sure why that was. It had gained her the title of Miss Elegance though, as she never fell or hurt herself. Ever. Many girls were jealous and she knew that, but it didn't bother her. Eva could also create illusions, though that one she had to keep more under wraps. It wasn't a good idea to go changing what it was humans - and vampires and werewolves, for that matter - saw left right and centre as it might just make them a little suspicious.

The frown that had been creasing Eva's perfect features suddenly smoothed out as a small smile took it's place. When Eva smiled, it totally transformed her face. If she was breathtaking normally, it was nothing on when she was smiling. Her eyes sparkled and it totally lit up her face when she smiled, and now people - especially boys - turned to stare in obvious awe at her as she glided to her locker and stopped, twirling the combination without thinking and giving a little wave to the nerdy looking boy nearby, who about fainted. Her smile grew a little as she gathered her books, which joined her camera in her bag. Eva rarely went anywhere without her camera, and she was forever snapping photos of things, particularly people. She liked natural shots more than anything, and she had some very good ones of humans at home in her album. She liked how...easy humans could seem. Eva had perfect posture - though she slumped sometimes to make her seem more human - never fell and had perfect features, but humans weren't like that. Eva's deep amber eyes twinkled. Hopefully she'd get some good photos today. She shut her locker door and started walking again, still at human pace, but an even slower human pace. It annoyed her greatly sometimes, but when she was letting her mind wander she didn't mind it as much. In fact, she kind of liked it.

Eva stopped when she noticed Skye and smiled at the blonde vampire girl. "Hello," she said gently, lifting her camera from her bag to snap a picture of Skye reading before replacing it. Eva stood near to the other girl, but didn't lean against the locker. She didn't like doing that - she tended to slump when she sat, because she found it easier than doing it when standing. The pair of them were getting even more stares now that they were standing together. As vampires, Eva found that they had to stick together. It probably wasn't the best idea ever, but it made life easier. And they could sympathise with each other - they knew what the other was going through and on one level, that made it a little easier. Nothing would ease it completely, of course, but it did make it a little better. Eva watched as the nerdy boy she'd waved at earlier walked into a bin because he was staring at them. Eva raised a hand to her mouth as she giggled, them gave the boy a brilliant smile. He stumbled away looking dazed, and Eva was happy that she'd made his day. Human boys were fairly simple creatures, but Eva liked to watch them regardless. Human girls were simple, but not quite as simple as human boys were.

"Good book?" Eva asked, thinking of her copy of Pride and Prejudice at her house, on her table. She was about half way through. It was a good book - Eva thought more people should read it. Some humans might find it hard going, but Eva didn't find that. She was intelligent and more to the point she simply loved reading. And in her four hundred and forty years, she'd read so much that she could read anything with ease. Shakespeare was probably her favourite - she loved his work. She was a writer herself, though she was her own worst critic. But she did love writing, and all that she'd seen in her extended life - if you could call it that, since she was not really alive anymore - gave her a lot of inspiration. She had books and books full of her writings, but she didn't have the heart to get rid of any, even if she didn't think they were much good. She remembered little of her human life, so she collected and hoarded things from her vampire life. She had even more photo albums that she did writing pads, and even she wasn't sure how she got them from place to place, as they took up so much room. Memories meant a lot to Eva now as she had few from when she was truly alive. She didn't even remember her family, or if indeed she had any family. She sighed - though she didn't need to breathe, it was hard to get out of the habit, especially after so long, and she needed to if she didn't want humans to become suspicious - and turned to Skye once more. "Have you heard from the guys?" Eva asked her, referring to the male vampires that pretty much every human girl in the school seemed to have a crush on. The smell of werewolf once more came to Eva and she pulled a face again. "The wolves are here," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else, and pushed some hair from her eyes while she waited patiently - she had near endless patience, which is what you get when you can live forever - for Skye to answer, watching the humans go about their business.



keep your head up gorgeousxoxoxo
people would kill to see you fallxoxoxo

[Bifflestick]

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❝nothing is as common as the wish to be remarkable❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ william shakespeare ☀ »

Text goes herr.




but there's a thousand lines
about the way you smile
written in my mind
but every word's a lie

[Bifflestick]

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❝nothing is as common as the wish to be remarkable❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ william shakespeare ☀ »

The tall, pretty girl was sleeping peacefully, her long body curled up in the foetal position, her eyelids flickering slightly and her long, straigt brown hair spread out over the pillow in a puddle. A small smile danced across her lips. Whatever she was dreaming about, it was good. After a few moments, her eyelids slowly lifted to reveal hazel-green eyes that were twinkling gently already, even when she clocked that it was seven in the morning. She groaned gently and closed her eyes again, even though she now knew sleep was well gone. Once awake, she simply didn't get back to sleep.

After another couple of minutes or so of trying to sleep, she gave up and slid out of her bed and padded to her wardrobe, opening the doors slowly and carefully. She stepped back, and after a moment's contemplation she flung her curtains open. Typical - cloudy, raining. Useless weather. Nothing like back home. A smile graced her lips and lit her eyes up at the thought of home. She was originally from New Zealand, and had moved away two years ago to go to Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters. For she was not your average seventeen year old - she was a mutant. Although she disliked the word mutant - she found it too harsh. Her name? Reilly-Rainne Evangeline Scarletta, though she preferred RaRa, though she mostly just got called Reilly. She ran a hand through her long hair and turned back to her wardrobe. Since it wasn't exaclty warm and sunny, she wasn't going to be wearing her favourite clothes, which were for when it was warm and sunny. She gave a soft sigh and went back to her wardrobe. After a moment or two of contemplation, she selected her red and black striped top with black stars on the red stripes and a pair of black jeans. She slipped them on and pulled out her favourite black hoodie with I heart NY on it from when her parents had taken her on holiday to New York. It was probably the last holiday they'd been on as a family, since shortly afterwards they had discovered the Academy and Reilly had been sent there. She was a healer - she could heal any wound she got, any wound another person got. Well, any physical wound - emotional wounds were far beyond what she could do. But if someone got her angry or really upset, or she got very hyper, her power could work backwards. It only happened when she totally lost it, but it had happened, and it hadn't been pretty. She shuddered at the memory and pulled on her red Converse All Star high tops, trying to rid her mind of that image.

She wandered downstairs absently, her favourite polaroid camera slung around her neck, the camera itself clutched in her hands. It was rare to see Reilly anywhere without a camera, usually the polaroid. The bag that was slung across her shoulders had nothing in except her phone and the book she kept her pictures in before stroing them in one of the many albums in her room - she needed somewhere to keep them, she always took so many. She loved natural photos - the ones she took before the person even realised she'd lifted her camera and pointed at them. Reilly had a great eye for taking pictures of people, and so she did it often. People around here were used to it - Reilly often just snapped a picture, gave them a small smile and moved on. She was rather shy - she hated being the centre of attention, and she was usually just at the back, doing her own thing with her polaroid. She just found it eaiser that way - she wasn't a leader, but she wasn't really a follower, either. She just did her thing, in the background, just kind of along for the ride more than anything else. But you had to love her - something about Reilly drew people to her, though she tended to block people out, but barriers up. But if you could break them down, you'd be rewarded - she was unfailingly loyal to the people she cared deeply about, and healing was a fairly useful skill to have if you were very clumsy. Reilly herself wasn't particularly clumsy, but some other residents of the Acedemy were and Reilly was the one always called in to heal. After all, it was her gift.

Reilly noticed that everyone was outside and, more to the point, so was the food. She walked outside and lifted her camera to snap a photo of Rex, for once without food in his face, grinning at someone across the way, looking just left of where she stood. She flapped the picture dry and stored it carefully in her book, then carried on walking. She noticed Ellie and gave the girl a small smile and a little wave, snapped a picture and did the same flapping thing before storing it along with the one of Rex. She then headed for the table and selected a blueberry muffin, sitting herself down on a low wall where she could see everything that was going on. She picked a bit of muffin off and popped it into her mouth, her twinkling eyes watching the goings on carefully, picking bits off her muffin and eating them the entire time. Every so often she'd put her muffin down and take a photo, flap it dry and store it, then go back to peacefully eating her muffin, not expecting anyone to come talk to her. She wouldn't have minded if someone had, but she was perfectly happy sitting there with her muffin and camera. Being kind of shy, she'd gotten used to be on her own. Her camera and a crowded place was all she really needed to amuse herself, and she was happy. Many found it odd, but Reilly had never really cared much what people thought of her.

She caught snippets of conversation as people passed, and many people said hello to her. Reilly, despite being shy and kind of quiet until you really got to know her, was quite popular at the Academy because she was forever healing wounds everytime anyone got one. She liked to help, and felt that was the way she could help. 'Not a lot going on today,' she thought as she finished off her muffin and crossed her legs under her. Then again, maybe something would happen later. At the Academy, anything was possible. Reilly had never been much of one for adventure, but even she had to admit that she enjoyed the adrenaline rush when something happened, even though she never went out to fight, because she'd want to heal someone, and if she lost control she could seriously harm herself and others around her, or even kill them. It had never got to that before, but Reilly didn't want to try, so she just stayed here with her camera. And preferably a muffin. Reilly giggled at that thought and went to collect herself another blueberry muffin. Well, she was hungry...and she really did love those muffins.




but there's a thousand lines
about the way you smile
written in my mind
but every word's a lie

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ яєιℓℓу-яαιηηє єναηgєℓιηє ѕ¢αяℓєттα ▷ ▶

❝nothing is as common as the wish to be remarkable❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ william shakespeare ☀ »

Text goes herr.




so here's another song for the radio
and here's anothe line from the heart
so don't pretend you hate us when you sing along
'cause we all look the same in the dark

[Bifflestick]

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❝nothing is as common as the wish to be remarkable❞
xoxoxoxo« ☀ william shakespeare ☀ »

All was quiet in the seventeen year old's room. The only sounds were her gently breathing, and the odd call from Herbert, her peacock, outside. Suddenly, The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls blared from the alarm in which her white iPod classic sat innocently. She cursed in a strong New Zealand accent and slammed her hand on the alarm. She looked at the time. She'd overslept! Her alarm hadn't worken her up early enough! She had a place to catch in an hour. A stream of swear words escaped her lips as she ran around shoving the last of her stuff in her bag, then leaving her iPod in the alarm and running downstairs screaming her head off that she was late.

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Thankfully, that hadn't actually happened. But it had been her dream, and she'd woken at three in the morning and had not been able to get back to sleep for the fear that she'd actually miss her flight. And her iPod was currently plugged into her ears and playing happily one of her favourite playlists, the one filled with Disney songs, Paramore, Boys Like Girls and some other random rock songs that she loved. It basically contained all of her favourite songs...not that she'd admit to liking Disney songs that much. She'd also never admit that she knew all the words to them, except the ones from High School Musical because she hated those films. Although flying wasn't exactly her idea of a huge laugh. She'd listened to every single one of her many playlists, and she was not listening to this one for the second time. She'd watched a film or three, and played Battleships a ridiculous amount of time with someone named Karl at the back of the place. The flight from New Zealand to America was stupidly long, and she'd never slept well on places. She wouldn't even be going here if she hadn't gone on holiday there with her parents and older brother the year before and discovered the camp, and going there now. But this was just stupid. A gentle sigh escaped her lips. It might have been better if she wasn't sitting next to someone who smelt like he hadn't washed in about three years, and on the outside was a woman who simply would not shut up. It was times like these that she was very, very thankful for the invention of iPods.

Reilly-Rainne Evangeline Scarletta was her name, though she preferred RaRa...but usually just got called Reilly. The guy who needed a wash - she hadn't asked names for fear the woman who talked too much would start yakking her ear off, but she'd secretly christened them Ralf and Jill - tapped her on the shoulder. Reilly looked up and he made "take your earphones off" motions. Reilly slipped her large pink headphones around her neck and looked quizzically at Ralf, hoping he didn't lean to close like he had done earlier. "We are landing. You need to turn that little thing-a-ma-jig of yours off!" Ralf said in a strong Liverpool accent. Reilly simply nodded, mumbled something that may have been a thank you - her mother would have been horrified after seventeen years of drilling good manners in her, but Reilly was tired and Ralf smelt bad and oh God Jill was off again - and turned her iPod off, stuffing it and her headphones into her Etnies backpack. Jill was nattering away about velocity and speed and velocity versus speed and Ralf was nodding and smiling away looking proud of her knowledge of Physics. Needless to say, Reilly had never liked Physics that much, though she had done fairly well in it, getting a solid B. She noted that Ralf looked really proud of Jill and wondered for the first time if they were together. Then she noticed they were both wear identical wedding rings...so maybe they were. And they were both from Liverpool. Reilly could see her mother, Sara, totally losing her calm, collected control here and screaming at Reilly to be polite to these people. She knew her mother would have had several conversations with the pair by now, but Reilly wasn't bothered. Jill talking a load of crap anyway, and she'd squeled excitedly when she'd heard Reilly's New Zealand accent, and Ralf had simply gushed how amazing that was. It had really made them drop in Reilly's estimation of them. As soon as she'd been able to, she'd put her iPod in.

Terra firma, at last! Reilly got off the plane and hurried away to find her suitcase, herself and her purple and white spotted Etnies backpack getting away from Ralf and Jill - Reilly actually thought that were their real names now - and getting through passport control or whatever the hell they called it over here without a hitch. She only had to wait about fifteen minutes for her zebra print case - a joke present from Nat for her seventeenth birthday...but she actually kind of liked it - and then she was off, leaving the airport and Ralf, Jill and the illegally sexy air hostesses behind. Seriously. Reilly was heterosexual, but even she could see that the air hostesses were sexy. They had skirts so short it was insane, and shirts so low that every time the bent over everyone was treated to a view of their boob crack. Of course all the guys were drooling over them, and that took their attention away from Reilly. Sure, she was pretty and had a really nice smile and twinkling eyes, but she was five foot four and hated skirts that short and didn't show much cleavage...ever. And since most of the air hostesses were five foor eight and above and were wearing very little, no guys besides Ralf had ever paid her much attention. And Ralf didn't count, since he was about fifty and stank so bad...and was married to Jill. Probably. Oh, and he weighed about thirty stone. Reilly had been impossibly squashed against the window, but hadn't said anything because she was kind of scared of Jill actually talking her ear off. At least the taxi driver wasn't one of those ones who was determined to chat the passenger, and was quite happy to leave Reilly to her thoughts, random and erratic as they were.

Soon enough she was at the




so here's another song for the radio
and here's anothe line from the heart
so don't pretend you hate us when you sing along
'cause we all look the same in the dark

[Bifflestick]

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❝well behaved women rarely make history❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

Insert fabby and marvy RP text here.




run baby run
don't ever look back
they'll tear us apart
if you give them the chance

[Bifflestick]

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❝well behaved women rarely make history❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

Colours swirled around the girl, her features creased into a frown of concentration. Every colour of the rainbow and many more were dancing their way around her, swirling and swishing about her petite frame. Her tongue stuck out of the left side of her mouth ever so slightly in her concentration. She had to keep her thoughts on the colours, on what she wanted, on keeping them there, swirling around her, or they'd simply vanish. Her long, platinum blonde hair shone in the light, the turquoise bit on the underneath of the left side peeking out. Her pretty smokey grey-green eyes were full of concentration, and the twinkling that never left her eyes was there, though it was hidden ever so slightly by the concentration that kept the bizarre colours swirling.

Suddenly, her concentration wavered, her thoughts wondering too close to the things she'd forbidden herself to think of, and the colours vanished. Just like that. And she was back to standing on a cliff, staring at the trees and wondering how on Earth she was ever going to master her power. If she didn't keep her complete concentration on what she wanted, it would vanish, just like that. Faster than a heartbeat, and it would be gone. If she ever needed to use it without her full concentration on it, she'd fail. She knew that if she got angry or upset or really hyper, it would speed up and images would flash and flicker and change very fast. But she couldn't control it normally without total concentration on her part, and that wasn't so great for her, as her concentration often drifted off course, onto something else. Usually something she didn't really want herself to think about, things she locked away in a dark corner of her mind, never to be thought of again. Her head was telling her one thing, that she shouldn't think of it, picture it, but her heart simply said "go on, you know you want to". The contradicting thoughts confused her, and that made her concentration weaker still. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She didn't want to think about him. Fabian. She sighed again, her eyes glazing over in a way that suggested she liked very much to think about Fabian. A flickering image of a blonde boy much taller than her appeared beside her, and she quickly stopped it. He might be there. As a stag, obviously, not as a human. She felt at a slight disadvantage because he could be watching her, seeing what she was seeing, but she probably wouldn't notice him, unless he came close. Her control of water was easy - she could do that no problems, minimal concentration. But her illusions were much, much harder. But coming up onto this cliff to practice every day was making it easier. No pressure from the teacher screaming that they couldn't see the rainforest she was supposed to be showing them, just the birds singing and the gentle breeze blowing and her sighs. And sometimes, the odd noises that deer made, like the one she heard now, and she saw a small doe bound away from her. She ran a hand through her long hair, sighing again and turning away from the trees.

Kalista-Autumn Ebony Jones was her name. She wished her parents had been more sensible, but they were all high on life being hippies and whatever. She assured people that Kali and Kalista was fine, and she rarely got called anything near her full name. Her best friend, Sarah, called her JoJo from her last name, and her big brother, Nat, called her Kali-fornia. Her little sister Arabella called her Lissy. Kalista wasn't really bothered - she'd answer to most anything, so it made little difference to her what people called her. She wondered what Fabian called her in his head, then mentally scolded herself for thinking about him again. What it was about him that she liked so much, she had no idea. He was meticulessly neat and reliable, whereas Kalista was...well. She wasn't exactly messy, but she knew if Fabian saw her room he probably wouldn't like it. It was neater than some of the other's rooms, but it wasn't the neatest either. She sighed again. "Get out of my head, Fabian," she mumbled. If he was in the trees, he wouldn't hear her, which was good. Hopefully he wasn't here today - hopefully he was still fast asleep. She muttered something else, something about projecting and illusions, her Welsh accented voice sharp and harsh. Kalista never played up her accent - it was what it was. People outside Wales seemed to love it, but she wasn't bothered. It was a part of her, just like her hair and her personality and the strange birthmark on her left shoulder blade, the one of the weird M sort of shape that was the symbol for Scorpio. She was very much a Scorpio - she was your typical Scorpio, in fact. She was everything a Scorpio was said to be, and she found that if she read her horoscope, it always came true. Even if she read several different ones, everything would happen, with no thought about it from her again. She sighed softly. She had discovered long ago that thinking too hard about things and digging too deep wasn't a good idea - it just caused problems and got you to places you really don't want to go to. She might have only been five foot four - she said fun sized rather than short - but she had a big presence. You knew when she was in the room, mostly because of her huge grin that lit up her face and eyes and a big bubble around her. There was something eminately likeable about Kalista, despite her tendancy to be jealous and secretive, two negative traits of a Scorpio.

Kalista often stopped to think about how much she was like the stereotype of her star sign. But she'd never got anywhere thinking about it. It was odd, however, how all of them, the twelve of them here, were all so similar to their star signs. She paid it little thought now. After a year, it seemed pointless - she'd found nothing out, so she gave up. There seemed no point. She still thought about it from time to time, but mostly her thoughts were on how to make her illusions stronger, how to use less concentration, her water powers, the others. And in particular, Fabian. Damn, how did she always end up thinking about him? All the time. A surge of anger raced through her and she flung a ball of water at a nearby tree. The ball exploded as it hit the tree, but did nothing except leave a water mark and get the other plants nearby wet. Kalista wished, not for the first time, that she were a fire sign. From what she could tell of the twelve of them, each sign had control of their element. She wished Scorpio was a fire sign instead of water - it would give her much more pleasure to scorch things. No, it wouldn't. A smile spread slowly across her face. She was an illusionist - she could do pretty much as she wished, surely. She lifted her hands, concentrating on the balls of water that formed there. Slowly, they changed from the flowing water to flickering fire balls. Of course, they were still really water, but with her illusions she could change how they appeared. She flung them at the trees. She created several more and went through the process until her anger left her, breathing deeply, staring at the scorch marks on the trees. A rustling sound made her jump, and the scorch marks vanished to be replaced by water marks once more. A stag! Kalista's heart leapt. Had he seen her like that? She hated losing control like that. If Fabian had seen her...oh God. But...no. It's eyes were the wrong colour. Kalista heaved a huge sigh of relief and watched as the stag bounded away, fear in it's eyes. What was wrong with her? Something, obviously. Nat, of course, said it was perfectly normal. But Nat was a hopeless romantic. It was kind of ironic, really. Nat was six foot six and built, as her dad would say, like a brick s**t house. But he was also the sweetest, most sensitive guy you'd ever meet. The seventeen year old grinned - she was very, very close to her nineteen year old brother, and she knew she always would be. He was just awesome.

"You should be getting back soon. Can't stay out here all day. Someone will surely find you, anyway. Probably Keith," she muttered, pulling a face. Kalista got on alright with Keith, with all the others in fact, but the fact that he could read minds...well. Kalista always forbid herself to think some things around him for fear he'd let on. She didn't think he would, but she feared losing everyone she loved, and she especially feared losing Fabian. She'd never felt like this before - God, she'd never even been kissed! She let out a small laugh and suddenly fell, sitting down happily, legs crossed. She changed her mind and lay on her back, singing Can You Feel The Love Tonight from the Lion King softly to herself, watching the clouds. She'd go back later. For now, she was more than happy right here, with the clouds and her singing and, if she got bored of the scenery, a beach. Maybe. Or a rainforest. Or wherever her imagination decided to take her to. The possibilites were endless.




run baby run
don't ever look back
they'll tear us apart
if you give them the chance

[Bifflestick]

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❝well behaved women rarely make history❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

Insert fabby and marvy RP text here.




a long night spent with your most obvious weakness
you start shaking at the thought
you are everything i want
'cause you are everything i'm not

[Bifflestick]

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❝well behaved women rarely make history❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

The eighteen year old was seriously not amused.

Partly because she'd had about an hour's sleep at best the night before, and also because she was running late because she couldn't find her stupid bloody hair brush. Her long, dark, tumbling hair clung wetly to her neck, the knots it in screaming to be brushed out. Her different coloured eyes blazed. The left was a bright, piercing blue and the right a deep green, and it gave her a weird look. Not that she cared - for her it was normal, and if other people couldn't deal then it was simply tough. Daisy-Mae Evangeline Jones took crap from no one, and always gave back as good as she got at the very least. If you called her anything other than Daisy, Daze or Dizzy, the chances were she'd go flying at you in a rage - the only part of her name that she really liked was Daisy, though she didn't mind her surname. But she didn't want to go through life being called Jones - that was a little too weird, even for someone as weird as she was. A frown creased her features. Where had she left that hair brush? She finally found it in the drawer of her bedside table - of all places - and brushed through her hair quickly, dried it, then brushed it quickly again. It shone in the light, causing copper highlights to jump out from the darker hair around them. She was going to change - there was no way in hell she was turning up to her meeting in her cafe uniform, though it was perfectly acceptable. She looked at it, slung over the chair in the corner. Plain black trousers, plain black top, plain black shoes. And not to forget the bright yellow apron. Daisy looked at her fluffy white dressing gown with the brown and pink spots on. Well, she couldn't very well go in this, either. She had a reputation to uphold, and so she had to dress accordingly.

She flung open her wardrobe in a flamboyant gesutre, then analysed the contents inside. After a minute or two, she selected her new dress. It was white with tiny black polka dots on it, and a black ribbon tied in a bow under the bust. She'd seen it yesterday and knew she had to have it. She slithered into it, then slipped on her favourite black kitten heeled shoes. She looked pretty damn good, she though, as she applied a little make up. Nothing to flashy, just enough to enhance her pretty features. There, now she looked good. Of course, if they were sending them on a mission today she'd have to change again, but whatever, she could live with that. Although Daisy was a student - studying psychology - and worked in a cafe, she was actually a hit woman, working for the all woman agency Atropa Belladonna. She was the youngest agent with them, and she was proud of that status. Her weapon of choice? Preferably the rapier that had been handed down from her paternal grandfather. It was rather cumbersome to lug around, but she prefered to use it. She was a very good sword fighter - it was her thing. She was also a fantastic kick boxer, though she only showed that if she had no other options left - it was her surprise at the end of it all. Her partner knew nothing of all of this, obviously. If he'd known, Daisy had a feeling he'd ditch her, which she'd hate. But she couldn't tell him because...she was a hit woman. He'd never believe her. Or if he did, he'd get all paranoid she was going to kill him or something. No, overall Daisy knew it was far better to keep him in the dark. Way in the dark. "He'll find out one day, Daze, and you'll be utterly rumbled. I hope you know that," Daisy muttered to herself, in her Welsh accented voice. People seemed to love thich Cardiff accent, but Daisy never played on it. She'd speak Welsh if someone asked her to, and she'd often greet and say goodbye in Welsh, because she loved it, but she didn't speak it a lot. Mostly because no one over here understood it. It was technically Daisy's first language, though now it was more like her second, she was so used to speaking English all the time.

She drew up short on her thoughts as she realised she had to get to the meeting. Soon. She grabbed a little black jacket and hurried to her white convertible VW bug, slipping into it after quickly making sure that Gwen - which is what she called her rapier, so she could talk about it without getting weird looks when in public - was still in the boot. It was, so she drove off towards the agency building. She parked carefully and jumped out, hurrying into the nearby cafe to order her usual hot chocolate. Daisy didn't "do" coffee. The smell, the taste - it was simply repulsive to her. If the others thought it was weird - which she was sure they did - they never said anything about it. She also ordered her favourite white chocolate chip and macademia nut cookie to nibble on. She thanked the girl a lot, then wondered off with her cookie and hot chocolate - smothered with whipped cream, natch - to go to the meeting. She sipped her drink as she greeted the receptionist - in Welsh - and smiled at her, heading upwards in the lift with a few other people. She broke a little cookie off and popped it in her mouth. 'Yum,' she thought, a small smile dancing across her lips. She hummed softly to herself as she waited to the lift to get to her destination, stopping off at every floor on the way, much to her annoyance, though she didn't show it. She just kept a neutral expression on her face, humming away, sipping her drink and every so often eating a little cookie. She finally reached the top floor and exited, digging her ID card from her little white bag. She swiped it and punched the password in, listening to the robotic voice tell her it was accepted - as if it would be anything but.

She entered the room quickly, and saw the other three already there. She gave them a dazzling smile, her eyes lighting up. "Hello, my lovelies!" she said, sitting down happily and dropped her bag to her feet. She dug her cookie from the bag and broke a larger bit off, popping it into her mouth. She sipped her hot chocolate and grinned - it was most definatly a winning combination. She pushed some hair from her eyes and ate another bit of cookie. "And how are we all today?" she asked, then finished her cookie with a final bite, then picking up her drink and sipping it patiently while she waited for the others to reply.

As she was sitting there, she saw a folder. "Mine?" she asked, then picked it up without an answer. She flicked it open and rested it on her lap, sipping her drink as she started to read. No expression crossed her face for a moment or two after she had finished reading, then, very suddenly, she started to choke. She put her drink down and took a deep breath, the re read the paper. It said exactly the same thing. Oh God. Oh God. What was she going to do? Daisy had an odd feeling she might start to hyperventilate in a minute. What the hell was she going to do? He...he was one of them?! She took a deep breath and lifted her head to look at the others, a small, wobbly, unconvincing smile on her face. She didn't want to let on that this single sheet of paper had totally thrown her - she'd lost her cool, and she hated it. She couldn't just lose it because her partner was an enemy agent. That was crazy. No, it wasn't. It was a perfectly normal reaction. What were the others thinking? Daisy didn't know - she was far too consumed in her own thoughts. "So. What are we going to do?"

((Oh my God, I feel really stupid. I totally missed it all, so there is majoy edit here. Sorry about it all, seriously.))




a long night spent with your most obvious weakness
you start shaking at the thought
you are everything i want
'cause you are everything i'm not

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ мιт¢нєℓℓ α∂αм ∂ανιєѕ ▷ ▶

❝gravity is not responsible for falling in love❞
xoxoxoxo« ● albert einstein ● »

Insert fabby and marvy RP text here. =3




today i changed
new town with the same old face
one way to shake
this place that i can't escape

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ мιт¢нєℓℓ α∂αм ∂ανιєѕ ▷ ▶

❝gravity is not responsible for falling in love❞
xoxoxoxo« ● albert einstein ● »

Mitch was worn. He looked worn, he felt worn. His blond hair was messy, his hazel eyes tired and lacking their usual sparkle. He felt like curling up in bed and sleeping for another four years or so, until all this had blown over and everyone would leave him alone. Sure, he'd jetted off to England with his band, but he'd left someone behind, someone important. It was stupid and he regretted it. Sure, he'd had the time of his life in the band, but he'd never felt that way again. He'd tried - and failed - with the girl who'd replaced her, but it just wasn't the same. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Why couldn't he just get her out of his head? She probably wouldn't remember him anyway. Not like he remembered her. Dawn. Dawn was her name. He remembered her perfectly - she was his first love. His only love.

He gave a small, humousless laugh. He was being all corny again. He knew he was a bit of a romantic, but corny wasn't his style. He once again ran a hand through his hair, which explained why it was so messy. He wished he'd brought his golden labrador, Belle, with him. No one asked question when you walked with a dog. You didn't get weird looks when you walked with a dog. You could go whereever you liked with a dog, and no one thought it was the slightest bit weird. It didn't matter to Mitch that he'd already walked Belle today - it was a nice day, so he could walk his dog as many times as he liked. Belle was his best friend, and the one thing in his life that was always constant and unchanging. She'd gone with him to England when she was just little, so she wasn't all that old now and still loved to chase her favourite yellow ball more than anything else in the entire world. Mitch found endless hours to think things through while he walked Belle and threw her that ball. A small smile flickered across his lips. Seeing a true smile on Mitch was rare at the moment. He hadn't smile a true smile in a while. Not really. Not one that made his eyes twinkle. Not the smile that his manager Antonio called "a devastating killer" of a smile. The one where he raised one eyebrow and one side of his mouth went up slightly further than the other. He hadn't smiled that smile, the true smile, in a long time. He'd tried, but had never managed it. Not quite. He sighed and then thought of his guitar. His songs were getting worse. He'd never been the best song writer ever, but recently Mitch had only been able to write these awfully depressing songs that depressed even him, and not just because they were sad - they were just plain awful. He shook his head and someone walking past stared at him. It was a girl, around sixteen. Obviously she knew about him, so he gave her a small smile and her eyes were huge and she pulled her phone out to start texting her friends furiously, telling them Mitch Davies smiled at her, no doubt. Not that it would mean a lot at the moment - he was a nobody now. And the weirdest thing? After so long at the top, being adored by so many, he actually enjoyed it.

At least it was sunny. The sun poured down, warming his bare skin and making his blonde hair shine. His hazel eyes passed slowly over the things from his childhood, the things that at one point he never thought he'd see again. But he'd been axed by his record company. It was true what they said - good things never last forever. That epiphany did nothing to help Mitch's mood. "You are seriously depressing, Mitch. If it wasn't for the off chance that Dawn might come back soon from whatever place she's sure to have jetted off to, you'd be someplace else right now. But she must have gone somewhere...there'd be nothing for her here. Oh, God, what if she's married?! Or engaged? Right, shut up, now, before you get a smack," Mitch muttered angrily to himself, getting him many strange looks from passers by. Although that didn't surprise him, since he was talking to himself. And ever since he'd been back in town, everyone had been staring at him. They all knew him, from way back, but he looked different now. Older. And he held himself differently. But everyone still knew him, recognised him. It was weird - this was his home town, but everyone still knew him. But not for the same reasons. Oh, they knew about the band and everything, but here he kept getting stopped to be told some ridiculous story from his youth, many of which he had no memory of, by some old lady who didn't seem to have seen anyone for the last eight years and so wouldn't stop yakking to him.

Suddenly, Mitch decided he wasn't something sweet. Remmington's Treats was ahead. Mitch had never been in it before, but it sold cakes and stuff. Maybe he'd have a muffin. A triple chocolate muffin with extra chocolate, preferably. And some tea - Mitch hated coffee with a passion, and he didn't think Remmington's Treats would seel Red Bull, mores the pity. Mitch wandered over and entered, not paying a lot of attention to anything. He heard a lot of commotion all of a sudden, and moved quickly out of the way as a girl ran past him with a book, and another girl followed. The second one looked very familiar, and Mitch lifted his head to follow them. He blinked and shook his head. Surely it wasn't? Surely she wasn't still here? Why hadn't she moved on to bigger and better things? And people, for that matter. Mitch felt like he was paralysed. Dawn. She was gorgeous. She was still here. What was she still doing here? He just stood there, staring at her like an idiot, his mouth slightly open, his hazel eyes wide. 'Say something, you idiot!'

"Dawn? Is...is that you?"




today i changed
new town with the same old face
one way to shake
this place that i can't escape

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ мιт¢нєℓℓ α∂αм ∂ανιєѕ ▷ ▶

❝gravity is not responsible for falling in love❞
xoxoxoxo« ● albert einstein ● »

Mitch watched as the other girl - who he assumed was Dawn's friend - walked off and said something to another guy who worked here. So she'd recognised him, and knew he had something to do with Dawn. Or maybe she hadn't recognised him - not everyone did, and Mitch was arrogant enough to be all "don't you know who I am?" when people didn't recognise him. He could tell Dawn was thinking about how she looked - he knew her too well, even now - but he thought she looked amazing. Alright, she was a little sweaty and tired, but she still looked good. Better than he remembered. He was sure he seemed rude, just staring at her like he was, but he couldn't help it. No matter what, she was the girl he loved. Still loved, even after so long. It took most of what he had not to pull her to him and starting kissing her, regardless of the fact that there were many people around. After a few moments, he did something that surprised even himself - he smiled. A true smile. That devastating killer of a smile that Antonio loved - and it was aimed directly at Dawn. It was the first time Mitch had smiled that smile and meant in at least a year, probably more than that. Ever since the band had started going downhill.

He listened to her as she said she didn't think he'd come back. Oh, how he'd missed that voice. He remembered listening to her for hours, never getting bored. Something about Dawn just...everything about Dawn, actually. Everything. He'd missed everything, and now she was standing right in front of him. And he wasn't saying a thing - just staring at her like the utter idiot that he was. "No. The songs were no good. And I guess rock music isn't as popular anymore. No one wanted us, though we tried to get another label," Mitch explained, not adding what he wanted, which was "I only came back here because I thought you might be here, and I'd get to see you again and maybe pick up where we left off if, you know, you aren't with some other guy, which I hope you aren't, because then I'll get super jealous and you know green isn't my colour", because that was a little heavy and would make him sound like a stark raving lunatic. So he kept his mouth shut and gave Dawn another smile. He heard someone say it was Chase's birthday and someone agree, and Mitch felt suddenly jealous, though he had no idea who the hell Chase was or what he wanted with Dawn. Was Chase her boyfriend? Were they dating? Was it serious? Could Mitch take Chase and beat him up to get Dawn back? Thoughts flew around Mitch's head until he stopped them, because he knew he'd blurt something stupid if he didn't. And then she'd probably run away, and he really would never see him again.

Did she just offer him to go to her house? For a shower? No, she was having a shower. And then they could talk. Why couldn't they shower together? Mitch grinned - it wouldn't be the first time they'd showered together. Not that he'd mention it to her or anything - that might be a little weird right now. Maybe if they got back together...no, it was so unlikely that would happen, that Mitch didn't even want to think about it. He'd get his hopes up, and that was the last thing he wanted. "Sure. We could catch up. There is a lot we can talk about," Mitch smiled mishcheviously, but said nothing more. Would she take her boyfriend Chase with them? Was this Chase person her boyfriend? Mitch wanted to ask, but that would seem weird. He wanted to take it slow. Which was actually the last thing he felt like doing right now, but he knew that it was the best way to play it, as he didn't want to scare Dawn away. He still loved her - that much was obvious - and so he wanted make sure she stayed with him. Even if they were just friends, that would be enough. Well, Mitch knew it wouldn't, but he'd do anything if it meant he didn't lose her again.

When the other guy walked passed and spoke to Dawn, then slapped her arse, Mitch had to hold back a possessive growl. A growl that said "back off, she's mine". Because Dawn wasn't his anymore - so he couldn't do that. The thought made Mitch sad - he wanted Dawn. Dawn spoke back to the guy, and Mitch wanted to go flying at him fists first and smash his face in. Anger management wasn't Mitch's strong point - he'd become fairly well known for flying into a rage at the smallest thing. He'd always been short tempered, and recently he'd been even more so. He knew the record label had been thinking of axing the band long before they'd actually dropped them, and that made him rather cranky and irritable. he was sure Dawn remembered his temper, but decided that now wasn't the best time to show it. Especially not by beating up one of her work mates and possibly losing Dawn her job. "So...are we...are we going?" Mitch said.




today i changed
new town with the same old face
one way to shake
this place that i can't escape

[Bifflestick]

◀ ◁ кαℓιѕтα-αυтυмη євσηу נσηєѕ ▷ ▶

❝well behaved women rarely make history❞
xoxoxoxo« ✿ marilyn monroe ✿ »

Kalista was lying sprawled on a stripey rainbow towel, propped up on her elbows. Her large, pink rimmed sun glasses hid her eyes from the glare, and her matching pink bikini left little to the imagination - though at least she was wearing all of it. Many of the girls were walking around topless, and some further along the beach were totally naked. Next to her was a nineteen year old who looked a lot like her, expcet broaded and male. Also, his hair was hazel brown, though his eyes were the same. He was Kalista's brother, Nat. He was still dripping from his recent surf boarding, the board lying next to him. The water was so warm that he didn't need a wetsuit, so he was just lounging around in his trunks, trying to dry in the sun. Nearby, a younger girl with darker hair was making a sand castle, singing loudly away in Welsh and attracting a lot of attention. This was Arabella, Kalista's younger sister. On the sunbeds - they didn't like lying on the sand - we their parents, keeping their eyes focused on their three children. It was boiling on the beach, and Kalista glanced at the sun tan lotion. But she'd put some on just ten minutes before, so she was sure she didn't need to put any more on just yet. She was tanning up very nicely, even if she didn't say so herself. Her long hair was slung back in a high ponytail, the stubborn bits that refused to go back falling across her face and being pushed away when Kalista found the energy to lift her hand to move them. They were in Hawaii, on the beach which was quite possibly Kalista's favourite place in the world, apart from when she was near to Fabian. As if on cue, the man in question appeared. He was right down at the water, with a younger boy, with some snorkelling equipment. Kalista's own snorkelling stuff was slung next to her in a messy pile, covered in sand. She'd go snorkelling again later and wash it off. For now, her attention was focused on the tall blonde boy who was helping the younger boy with his mask. He looked up and saw her watching him, and gave her a flirty grin, said something to the younger boy and they both started to come over...

With a heavy sigh, the beach vanished and Kalista was back to lying on her back, staring at the clouds above her, on the cliff. The beach in Hawaii was one of her favourite places to visit, and her illusions allowed her to visit it often. Sometimes Fabian wasn't in there, but usually he was. If there wasn't a chance that he was nearby, Kalista would have allowed the illusion to run it's full corse. If she'd let it, Fabian would have come over and said he'd loved her from the moment he saw her - even Kalista needed some corny chick flick moments sometimes - and then he'd sweep her into his arms and start kissing her. Unfortunately, that wasn't happening for her in real life...just in her daydreams that often manifested themselves as illusions unless Kalista kept total control of it. She wanted nothing more than to get Fabian out of her mind. At least when she was sleeping it was alright - no one could see it. She knew that her dreams came out as illusions because when she'd first unlocked her powers about a year ago, one night Nat had walked in and there had been unicorns and dragons and fairies all about her room - it was during her mad fantasy period - and Nat had woken her up to tell her. Nat was the only person in her family who knew of her strange powers. He'd actually come in that night to bring her a glass of water - bless him - because she'd left her glass in the bathroom and he'd gone to use the toilet. Nat was so thoughtful, despite looking like he wasn't. The hazel haired nineteen year old appeared next to her, laughing, then vanished again. Kalista's mind was working in overdrive trying to figure out her feelings. For some reason there were just too many of them recently. And if there was one thing Kalista hated, it was not knowing her own mind. She gave a small groan and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them.

'God, Kali, you are rubbish you are. You know that? Rubbish. Utterly rubbish. You don't even know what's going off in your own head. You need to go some place and work it out. But not back to the house, 'cause that's stupid. 'Cause Keith is there and he knows exactly what goes on in your head, so you'd best stay here until you are sure he won't here anything...and now I am going insane...I am talking to myself in my head!' Kalista burst out laughing at the absudity of it all, finding everything suddenly hilarious.




run baby run
don't ever look back
they'll tear us apart
if you give them the chance