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[Lady Turnip]

███ xx ★ xx Hey there, Pipsqueak !!



____________________________Ryozo Senchi Maezono
_______________________________________i know this is the part where the end starts.





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███ xx ★ xx STUDENT IDENTIFICATION !!


✿ { excuse me ? what did you say your name was ?
______Ryozo Senchi Maezono, Thanks.

✿ { why would they call you that ?
______Why wouldn't they? You can just call me Ryo

✿ { hah, but everyone knows you as the ...
______the desperate bully, but don't mention it.

✿ { are you sure you're still in high school ?
______seventeen, not that it's any of your business.

✿ { prove it, then. when's your birthday ?
______November 7, 1982

✿ { i have a friend who really likes you, but ...
______I like boys and girls, but the boys part isn't really something I flaunt

✿ { wow, maybe you should go on a diet ...
______wow, maybe you should mind you own business. in any event i'm 5'7 and 123 pounds.



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███ xx ★ xx PERSONAL LIFE !!


✿ { what's your personality like ?

||Hot-Headed|| I have a short fuse. Maybe it's from years of dealing with my medium sized family in such a small flat. It doesn't really matter because chances are if you've pissed me off in anyway, shape, or form you'll know within seconds.
||Driven|| If I want something, I work for it. The Rebellious Playboy is what I'm aiming for now but, he's so caught up in that stupid artist things are harder than they seem. But I will get what I want. Even if it takes a lot of work.
||Brash|| I'll admit that I do some stupid things, like, when I thought it would be a good idea to try and build a ramp for a bike when I was like, ten. I broke my arm but I would have been fine if I had actually thought the plan out and worked on said ramp for more than a half hour. Eh, doesn't matter now I suppose, just an example.
||Holds it In|| I have a bad habit of keeping everything all bottled up inside until I just get so unhappy that I burst. I know this contradicts what I said about being hot headed but really, it doesn't. Somethings set me off and others I store away until I can't take it anymore.
||Stressed|| You'd be stressed too, if you lived with both of your parents and your three younger siblings in a four room flat. And by four rooms i mean bathroom, two bed rooms, and a living area. It's not big enough for our family at all but we don't really have the money to live anywhere else. So it's stressful trying to keep everything together.
||Intelligent|| Okay so I'm not stupid. I do what I can to not fail out of school. My worst nightmare would be ending up like my dumb as s**t parents. I am smart, I just don't always apply myself.
||Street Smart|| I know how to take care of myself. It's not hard to be street smart, really it goes hand in hand with having common sense. I don't always use it but, I have it.
||Fake|| I'm pretty plastic and not many people know who I am on the inside. Which makes very little sense I know but, I'm not as big of a jerk as I make myself out to be. I just have to uphold an image that my classmates have of me. But if you're wondering about the bullying I do to that stupid little artist.
||Secretive||



✿ { did you really go through all that ?
brief history in first person - five short paragraphs MAX !! - don't completely change my or the canon description.
add more details & events for the timeline, fill in holes.


✿ { i love your style. where do you shop ?
write about appearance in first person. include a few links to your character's pictures somewhere in this little blurb.




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███ xx ★ xx EXTRA CIRCULAR ACTIVITIES !!


✿ { wow, you really like that ? so do i !
likes. at least five. please list & explain. .


✿ { how could you hate those ? freak !
dislikes. at least five. please list & explain.


✿ { i've seen you after school before ...
clubs & hobbies. at least five. please list & explain.


✿ { who could i call in case of an emergency ?
family members. list, explain relationships.


✿ { you have good taste ; i can see why you like ...
love interest(s). explain why.




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_______________________________________★ xx USERNAME HERE !!

[Lady Turnip]

out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find that you and i, collide

Fallon could only shake his head as Kendrew said he wasn't living in a penthouse. His places was so big and nicer and cleaner than the place he shared with Levi. Maybe it was because this apartment wasn't weighed down with feelings of worry for an alcoholic who just didn't care. It wasn't heavy with the smell of beer and vodka, there were no empty bottles on every counter top. It was just a fresher, happier, calmer environment that Fallon wasn't used to being in. He was so used to the dreary and worried feel of his own apartment that being in this one was just a little strange. Certainly not in a bad way but it was weird enough for the brunette to notice it and be a little weirded out. No way was it the fault of Kendrew. He was a sweet kid who had invited Fallon in and was offering to let him stay as long as he needed too. It would just take some getting used too.

He smiled and closed his blue green eyes as the blonde started to play with his hair. It was so relaxing. Fallon was always a sucker for people playing with his hair. It was calming, like a massage almost. Fallon wouldn't care if someone was always playing with his hair. He would love it. He would pay someone to do it. But the way Kendrew did it was extra nice. He had small thin fingers that carded through hair easily and nicely. It just felt extra good and Fallon wasn't about to complain. One of his hands was intertwined with Kendrew's other and it was just perfect the way things were.

He felt goosebumps run up his arms and the hair on the back on his neck stood up as the blonde nuzzled his face against Fallon's cheek and ear. This was just hard for him because Fallon hadn't been in a relationship or even intimate with anyone in such a long time. It was like his first time all over. He was barley even listening to the words that were coming out of the blonde's mouth. He was just enjoying the touch of another person who wasn't drunk or named Levi against him. It was so different to have someone lean against you because they wanted to, not because they couldn't walk without your help. He let his face be pulled over into the light kiss, blush covering his cheeks. The brunette felt like a little kid again. He'd been on dates before and had a steady boyfriend but it had been so long. He didn't want to mess anything up. He didn't want to ruin it.

The brunette was in a slight daze as he was pulled over to the couch. He sat at the request of Kendrew and rested his hands on the blonde's hips and he straddled Fallon's waist. "I think you were right. Club's aren't all that relaxing. And...you're not so unattractive yourself you know" His voice was low and sultry and he leaned forward a bit and rested his head on Kendrew's chest. Sex. Kendrew was propositioning him with sex. Usually Fallon was not a spontaneous person but it just sounded so nice, so relaxing, so nice. He looked up at the blonde and smiled a bit. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. And Fallon was pretty sure Kendrew wasn't in the dark about the matter either.


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Fallon woke up in Kendrew's bed. And what a wonderful bed it happened to be. Almost as nice as the sex that had happened in it. The brunette looked over at the blonde who still seemed to be asleep. He yawned and rolled over closer to him, kissing his forehead and then his lips. When Fallon had been with his ex he had always been the best waker upper. He was never mean about it like some people. he always moved slow and was nice about it, taking care not to move to fast until the person he was waking up was ready for more attention. He himself was never the kind of person who needed coffee to wake up so he was always ready to go and ready to greet the day the moment he woke up. Some people found it annoying but others thoiught it was cute. Fallon wanted to know what kind of person Kendrew was.

The night before as he lay awake and Kendrew was asleep Fallon had decided that if the blonde was up for it he would like to try hanging out. They had personalities that meshed well and the sex was fantastic but there was only one kink. And it's name began with an L. Levi was a good friend and Fallon loved him dearly but when it came to dating he was like a child. He got jealous fast and he didn't like it when Fallon was happy with someone and not putting his full attention on the other brunette. Really it was out of hand but Fallon had been putting up with the nonsense for so long that he didn't even bother getting attached with most people he went on casual dates with. Once they met Levi and realized how much time he took out of Fallon's life they didn't want anything to do with either of them again. He was hoping Kendrew would be different.

"Hey, do you want breakfast? I can make you something"

ooc|| i like this post :]

[Lady Turnip]

take this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

“I should have given you that. Maybe you would have hurt a little less if I’d at least said goodbye…” Levi could practically see the thoughts running through Michael's head. He was trying to determine if things would have ended any differently if he had just said that last good bye. The brunette knew how to play this game. He'd done it for at least a year after the blonde left. He's run every scenario through his head and come to the conclusion that no matter what this is how things would have ended. They were destined to break up. It wasn't a personal choice but one that fate made for them. Levi knew that. But it didn't make it any easier. Breaking up with Michael, having him leave, still broke his heart. Maybe even more now than it did before because he knew that there had been now way to stop it.

He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, wiping at the wet streaks on his face. He really needed to stop crying over silly things. This break up was years old. It shouldn't matter anymore. "Nothing would have changed it. Your good bye might have made it easier but nothing would have changed this Michael. We would have ended up on different sides of the world and nothing would be any different." Levi gave a half smile and shook his head and watched as the blonde relctantly climbed up farther on the bed and got more comfortable. He had looked so silly before sitting on the edge acting like Levi was going to kick him out or kill him at any second. Had Michael really forgotten that much about him. As drunk as could be and the brunette wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, unless his money was involved.

It was silent for only a moment before Michael started to talk again, bringing up the kiss. Just thinking about it brought a pink hue into Levi's pale cheeks. "I um...I don't know Michael I was just in..." He was cut off as the blonde leaned forward and connected their lips. Suddenly he remembered. Levi remembered why he liked kissing Michael so much. His lips were soft and he never applied to much pressure to the other's mouth. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle and it was never awkward when they were together. It was comfortable, safe, almost like a mother's arms except in this case the arms belonged to a lover. The kiss was over to soon for Levi's own personal liking but now his face was even more red than it had been before. It was just so nice to have something so familiar in such a crappy time. Just having Michael there was making him feel better, even if he was still hurt and confused and unhappy. Michael was familiar. And he was nice to have around.

“Um…I should probably go to bed, you’re probably wanting to sleep.” The blonde was embarrassed to and Levi had the feeling that he was scared. He probably didn't want to be hit or killed or something. As he tried to leave the brunette grabbed his arm and pulled on him a little.

"No, stay with me. I don't want you to go" He looked serious and apparently that was enough for Michael because he didn't resist as Levi pulled him into a laying down position and they both fell asleep together.


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As the sun peaked into the windows of the bed room Levi rolled over and tried to cover his eyes. No such luck, it was still getting to him easily. With a sigh the brunette sat up in bed and looked over to see Michael still there. He couldn't help but smile a bit. It was almost like the old days back when they were still dating. What had happened the night before was nice and Levi wasn't complaining but he also knew it couldn't happen again. Neither of them were ready to try a relationship again. It would just end in tears and fighting and it would all just be terrible and bad for them both. It had been a nice night overall, they both managed to get at least some of their feelings out but they were no way ready to try and be together. Levi just hoped that Michael understood that too.

The brunette got out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt before looking at Michael. he would go start to make breakfast, maybe go down to the store to get a beer. He was shaking without one. By the time the blonde got up he would have pancakes made. That was the only thing Levi had ever been able to make., But he was damn good at it.

[Lady Turnip]

Tristan Kyle Maddison
status - torn

aliases: Tristan
age: twenty-five
sexuality: it's all the same
involvement: the instigator
abilities: temporal duplication, ecological empathy, psychometry

● I am an only child, born to Farah and Gregory Maddison on December second. They always planned on having more children but once I was born my parents could never get pregnant again.
● Just because I was an only child didn't mean my parents coddled me. I discovered my first power when I was only seven and they kicked me out for it. If you're wondering what it was, it was ny temporal duplication. What that basically means is I can summon the past and future versions of myself to the present, which can be pretty handy. But my parents didn't see it that way.
● I was shipped off to my aunt's house and she took me in with open arms.
● I've always been a wishy washy person, never able to make up my mind very easily and that always turns into a hindrance. Most of the time other people make up my mind for me and I've always been okay with that.
● At my aunt's I was registered as a person with powers and I was also taken to a school that specialized in children with powers. There was a secondary and beginning level and since I was only eight when I started I went into the school as a beginner.
● Ever since I was very young I'd always had a connection with nature. That's where I come to my second power, although it doesn't do much for me, I am in tune with nature and I know when my surroundings are healthy and happy. It strange, almost like the plants are talking to me but I've gotten used to it.
● My aunt had three children herself but none of them had powers. I was favored over them though for my abilities and I always felt bad. No one should favor anyone else over their own children, my cousins hated me for.
● Because I have gone to schools for those with powers my entire life I have very precise control over my more volatile abilities. When I was younger the temporal duplication was out of control and future mes were all over the place, it was quite the mess.
● I have one other ability, psychometry. It is the ability to touch an object or be at a location and see what it's future or past will be like. This comes in handy every once in awhile although I am quite disappointed that I have no physical powers. Nothing I can do can hurt anyone else, unless I decide to sick my clones on someone.
● I started going to secondary school when I was fourteen. From then on I would work on sharpening my powers and learning how to make them stronger. Not that I need a stronger connection to nature but whatever. It was a school full of people like me and I felt at home.
● At this school I met the two people who would pull me in two different directions, along with two others who I would form friendships with.
● Ley and Phin were my two best friends in school but when we were released into the real world things changed. Phin and his boyfriend Toby pulled me towards the Organization and Ley towards the rebel groups. In the end I sided with her, reasoning that Phin had Toby and I would just get in the way of their relationship.
● When I joined the rebels Instigator and I started to date. It's been at least a year and she swears up and down that she loves me but I get the feeling she only wants to keep me on her team.
● The thing i regret the most about choosing the rebels is losing Phin. We still talk once in awhile but we have different views on everything that's been going down. he and Toby and the rest of the Organization feel that peace and talking will get us what we want, equal rights. I personally am not so sure.
● Ley and I are still close and she swears to me that I made the right decision all those years ago but sometimes I can't help but wonder if she's wrong.


lady turnip

[Lady Turnip]

i don't trust them with your heart

Harper was very protective of Trista. And he wasn't going to give up anything earth shattering until Dante felt ready to do the same. In his mind it showed he was a good friend. He was keeping as much secret as he could. He wasn't airing too much of his best friend's dirty laundry at once, he was doing it slowly so that when the time to stop rolled around he hadn't said to much that could potentially hurt her later in life. He felt bad for breaking up something that made her so happy but Dante was right, and it would only end with them both being hurt. Harper hated seeing Trista hurt. And while breaking up now would hurt, it would only hurt more the deeper into each other the girls fell. it was like a band-aid. They just needed to break up and it get over with. it would sting but that would only be a temporary side effect.

He only shrugged when Dante informed him the information was useless. "Well if you'd like to give me something more useful than please, go right ahead." His voice was short and he almost felt bad but then again he really didn't. Dante was being short with him right back. This whole operation wasn't going to work out though if they didn't learn how to work together better. But their personalities were so similar, both of them were so bossy and pessimistic, it was hard for them to function as a team. It was something that would have to be talked about and worked out so their plan could go through with no kinks.

Dante said that Frankie was messy and Harper just sighed. That was the very last thing in the world that would ever bother Trista, who was also very messy. Her apartment was an explosion of...stuff. It wasn't dirty with food boxes and dust, she kept a clean house, just not a very organized one. Clothes were scattered about and so were books and blankets and all the odds and ends she kept around 'just in case'. There had never been a just in case situation when she's needed the empty rabbit hutch that sat on the patio of her apartment. "That won't mean anything to Trista. Her place is the same way. We have to find something they don't have in common" He picked at his ice cream, taking a bite and then looked across the table at Dante. They needed to figure this out, they needed to set the plan in action as soon as possible.


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When Harper first walked into Franklin's apartment he decided that he liked it. Aside from the mess, which he was used to from being with Trista so much, it was a nice little place, even if the furniture didn't match all that well. He was seated in a yellow chair that looked like it had seen better days but it was better than walking to the apartment had been. Dante had complained almost the whole way about his ankle. And for a little while Harper had sympathy. He'd just sprained it but the whole way to his friend's apartment had been a little much. But the time they got there Harper had been ready to kill him.

But now they were sitting, and Dante had started talking, having come up with something annoying about his Franklin. She was a flirt? Well that wasn't too bad, as long as she never cheated, but it might annoy Trista a little bit. Of course his friend would never say anything, she wasn't that kind of person but she would think it. "That might be a winner. I don't know how much it would bother Trista because she's pretty mellow but, it might so I'll keep that in mind." Damn Trista for being such a chill person. She needed to get worked up easier.

It was around then that Dante got up and walked into the kitchen. He called a few moments later, asking if Harper wanted a quesadilla. The brunette realized how hungry he was and nodded once before remembering that Dante couldn't see him. "Yeah that would be nice. Do you want any help?" He walked into the kitchen after the other and pulled himself up onto the counter. he didn't know if there was a rule against it or something but it was where he liked to sit.

"Trista is the kind of person who doesn't tell you when she's upset which can be pretty annoying, especially if she's giving you the cold shoulder and you don't know why" He was there, might as well list something else about the girl that could be used to break down a relationship.

[Lady Turnip]

http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/compose/entry/55896355_25/L

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

By the time that he finished talking Levi was feeling emotionally raw. He looked at Michael, who had a look of guilt on his face. He felt bad, Levi did, for making Michael feel so bad but what could he do? He was telling the truth, all he was doing was making his feelings known. And...Michael had asked. What was the brunette supposed to do? Lie to his ex? Tell him that everything had always been okay since he left? That he wasn't hurt at all and that he was going to move on like nothing was wrong. He was more naive than the brunette had ever thought before. If the blonde thought that Levi could just get up and move on than it he was stupid. Plain and simple there was no nicer way to say it.

Really he almost choked when he heard what Michael had to say. How could he ever think that? How could he think that Levi would be able to just move on. Yes he partied and yes he drank. But that didn't mean he was incapable of love. He loved Michael. He never stopped. And to have the person he loved think he would just be able to move on hurt. It just blew Levi away. He wanted to cry even more now and all he could do was wipe away some of the tears as the escaped his eyes. He couldn't hold them back anymore, it was just too hard. And for the blonde to think that the brunette wouldn't be hurt or angry? It just made everything that much worse. "Of course I would have been angry and hurt. God Michael I'm an alcoholic, I'm not heartless. I was in love with you. How can you think that one fight changes that? Yeah it was a big fight but...I thought you knew me better than that" He looked at the blonde and just shook his head. It was to much.

It hurt to hear it but Levi could understand how Michael would think he didn't care. He drank, he partied, and he never came home without a hang over. It did seem like he didn't care. But Michael didn't understand that it was all just a mask. Levi did care, he was just bad at showing it. He was bad at emotions. And all the drinking he did just made it worse. They just ran wild all of the time and Levi didn't always know if he was going to be happy or angry or just depressed. When he'd been hospitalized the doctor said that if he stopped drinking he would get more control of his emotions. But it was a lot harder than it sounded. Michael didn't understand that. Michael didn't know what went through Levi's head.

"You didn't have to apologize Michael, I probably wouldn't have accepted it. But at least if you had said good bye there would have been some kind of closure. It wouldn't have been so hard to wake up alone the next morning" Levi sighed and bit his lip. This was just a hard conversation to have with anyone, much less an ex. He knew he was a screw up. He'd been screwed up since he took that first drink when he was sixteen. But quitting was harder than it seemed and by the time he was ready to even try the alcohol ad become a crutch and walking on his own was intimidating. It was scary to think about facing the world alone with nothing to fall back on.

He listened to the blonde talk and finished his sentence when he trailed off. "We would have grown up and never talked again. That's how it always works. Things changed Michael, just maybe not for the better. We can't even kiss without freaking out" He was talking about what had happened just fifteen minuets earlier because it was still on his mind. Levi wanted to kiss Michael again. he wanted to kiss him and hold him and just keep him close. He didn't want the blonde to leave him behind again. he wanted Michael to try harder to help because Levi was willing to try if the blonde was willing to help. He knew it was going to be hard, and there would still be fights but trying was better than doing nothing. It was better than all of the fighting they had been doing since Michael got there. They couldn't function the way they were now.

"You know, you can sit on the bed, you don't have to sit on he edge like I'm going to kick you out" he was trying to help lighten things up even though he knew that once Michael started to talk again it would get heavy in the room again but maybe it was better. At least they were talking and not yelling at each other. That was the best start they'd had all day long.

ooc|| meh, i don't hate it.

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

For Phin it was hard because he knew that somewhere in this park, somewhere among all of the people, his ex-best friends would be here at this convention. The brunette wanted to find a certain one in perticular, his very best friend in the world who he didn't always understand. Phin didn't understand why the other would chose to be violent, chose to make things harder on their people than they already were. Violence was doing nothing to get them their rights. All if did was make things worse, make it harder for the Organization to prove that powers didn't make a person violent, that it didn't mean all of them were out for blood. Some of them wanted peace, some of them just wanted to have their equal rights and to be able to live in peace, to not be bothered by other fearing them all the time. That routine got old fast.

The brunette pushed some curly hair behind his ear and tried to calm his buzzing mind. Being near some many people with powers was making his power sensing ability go crazy. The way it worked was strange though. Of a person with powers was near by his mind would pick up the abilities said person had and insert them into Phin's mind. the closer they were to him the louder the voice telling him their powers got. But with so many capable people it was like having a million people talking at once and it made it very hard to concentrate on what he was doing. He was looking for Ley. And so far tracking her by her enhanced memory power didn't seem to be working. There was more than one person here with that power, which was annoying but a truth that he would have to live with. A power was special but some were more common than others, and enhanciK a n o k ohed memory seemed to be one of them. But Ley had a less common power too, her adoptive muscle memory was a rare thing to come across and she was the only person with such an ability that Phin had ever met. But with so many voices in his head it was hard to pin one down and follow it.

Really Ley was never the first person Phin looked for at these conventions. He always looked for his other friend first. They were still close, even if their relationship was a bit strained. But when the other's powers didn't come up anywhere on the brunette's sensor he decided to look for the female that once was his best friend. They didn't talk at all anymore but who said they couldn't change that? It wouldn't make Toby happy, Phin knew that much but, he didn't really care. Toby wasn't best friends with Ley at one time. He wouldn't understand.

The truth was it didn't really matter if he found Ley or not because even if he did they wouldn't talk. Rather, she preferred not to talk to him. Phin could only assume it was because they were on opposing sides or something but he wished that she would be like their other friend who was more torn between the two sides. It would make it easier. He wouldn't have to sneak around and spy on her all the time. That was all Phin did. He would watch Ley from afar, as creepy as it sounded, just to make sure that she was still doing well, to make sure she was still the same old stubborn girl that she'd been when he'd first met her. He had to see her sometimes, to remind himself that even if she didn't care about him he cared about her.

Just as he was giving up on finding Ley in the masses of the people a voice came through the walkie talkie that was clipped to his hip. "Hey guys, we're by the food stand and we've got some fried dough, and you if want any you might want to hurry up and get over here before Cleo eats it all, she's discovered she likes it a lot" Phin couldn't help but smile. The voice belonged to Toby, his boyfriend. And apparently he'd found Cleo. That reminded him, she'd been really quiet the entire day, the brunette didn't think he'd heard a peep from her since she'd been handed the talkie earlier in the day. But then again that wasn't all that surprising. Cleo wasn't very technology savvy. But that wasn't her fault either, no one could blame her for being from the twenties.

Sometimes it was hard for Phin to remember that his friends from the past didn't always know what was going on in the present. He and Toby had tried to give everyone a basic understanding but a basic understanding wasn't always enough to get you through modern life. Cleo's walkie talkie problems were only one of the many issues that they'd encountered. Toby hadn't been around once and Phin had tried to teach the red head how to use the television remote control. She hadn't even gotten the basic concept and the brunette had to go over every single button, showing her how each one worked. It wasn't that he minded, he actually thought it was pretty cute the way his friends from the past were so clueless. But they didn't seem to think it was as funny as he did, so usually, Phin tried not to tease anyone about it. He was just so friendly, so mellow, that it wasn't hard for him to just move on with life. Once something happened, he wouldn't bring it up again unless it was important.

"Fried dough? I think I'm game. I'll meet you two over there" Phin didn't even bother to say who was speaking, Toby would know and maybe even Cleo would. His voice on walkie talkie was pretty much the same as it was when he was speaking face to face. And even if they didn't know who was coming over when he got there they would and then it wouldn't matter what he'd sounded liked through the little microphone. He would be there and he would be eating fried dough.

The brunette started to make his way through the crowds to the food stand, looking for Cleo. She was easier to spot than Toby would be if only for her flaming red hair. As he walked by a group of people their powers all passed through his mind. He ignored them the best he could but one of them was a wind manipulator, which was interesting and new. Phin had never even heard of that power before but it was easy enough to figure out. The owner of it could manipulate the wind. Duh. Often times he was a Captain Obvious but in the best way. It wasn't that he tried to be Phin just had a knack for stating things that everyone already knew over again.

As he got closer to the food booth Phin spotted the two people he wanted to see easily and waved as he walked over. "You weren't kidding when you said Cleo liked fried dough were you?" Phin smiled at the girl in question as he went to stand by Toby. Carefully he took the other's naked hand in his gloved one. He wished he could hold Toby's hand for real, but until he got control it just wasn't safe for their flesh to touch. "Did he help you fix your walkie talkie Cleo? I assumed it was broken or something because I haven't heard anything from you all day"

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[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

Levi only had time to reflect on himself for a few minuets before there was a knock on the door. He took his knees down away from his face and looked at the door silently for a moment. Apparently Michael wasn't waiting anymore because with out a word from Levi the door opened and there stood the blonde. And then Levi was struck with a thought. Michael looked exactly the same. He was still perfect, still beautiful, and it made the brunette want to cry. It wasn't fair that he seemed to be the only one who had fallen apart since they'd broken up. he was the only one who looked like life had been hard on him, like he had been through the ringer and back. Michael looked fine. Michael looked healthy. It wasn't ******** fair.

"Yeah?" he was responding to his name being said quietly by the other. This was just so awkward. That kiss had ruined everything. Now Levi couldn't even be mad at Michael. It was just like the when they had been dating. Michael every once in awhile showed a lapse in judgment and made a stupid decision that made Levi want to kill him. For all of two seconds. it was terrible. He wanted to be able to be mad. He wanted to punch the stupid blonde in the head for leaving him behind, for giving up to early, for not caring enough to stay. He claimed he cared but the brunette didn't believe him. If he cared he wouldn't have left. Levi knew he was thinking all of the things that Michael denied to be the truth but how could they be lies? He didn't try hard at all. At least Levi didn't think he did. He wanted to believe that if Michael had stayed that he would have gotten better. Even if he knew it wasn't the truth.

Silently he took the money back and then they just started at each other, neither one of them wanting to talk first. Neither one of them wanted to be the weak one. But Michael always broke first. And he did today as well. It was almost like nothing had changed. Except everything had. Levi was a mess and Michael had managed to pull himself out. He was safe and he was working on making himself a better person. Levi was just the same. He was stuck in the same hole he'd been in when Michael had up and left him.

"Do you hate me?" Levi almost choked as the words came out of the others mouth. He didn't what to say. How did you respond to a question like that? the answer was no of course. And the brunette thought that Michael knew that. He could never hate him. He was too in love with him to ever even think about hating him. Michael was untouchable for Levi. He would always be held on a pedestal above all other.

As the blonde started to apologize Levi cut him off. "No, don't apologize. It wasn't a stupid question" he was trying to be nice, and civil, and just trying to understand his ex and make it easier on both of them That was his only goal because as much as he would like to Levi couldn't continue fighting with the blonde. He just couldn't keep being so argumentative and mean just because he was unhappy to have him there. "I never hated you Michael. I'm hurt. I've been hurting for four years. How can you expect me to welcome you back happily? Come on now, you know me better than that don't you?" He laughed bitterly and leaned his head back against the wall, trying to hold back the tears. When had he become such a baby? When did he start crying all the time. Even Levi didn't know the answer to that question. He didn't know himself anymore.

"You just left. We got into a big fight and you left me high and dry. What was I supposed to feel? Was I supposed to be ******** happy that you left me? Get real. I know I was a mess. I still am. But you...you just left me. You didn't even say good bye" Levi remembered the day that the blonde left. They had fought the night before and Michael said he was going to leave. Levi told him to go right ahead, not believing that he would. When he woke up alone in the morning he realized what a mistake he'd made by pushing the other, telling him to leave. He should have begged him to stay. "I know I made mistakes. But...you did too"

[Lady Turnip]

Phineas Gregory DeMarco
status - idealist

aliases: Phin works just fine
age: twenty-three
sexuality: pansexual
involvement: the teacher
abilities: power mimicry, disintegration, power sensing

● I was born on March eight, the middle child of three, to Holland and Mary DeMarco. I have two sisters who when we were younger I spend a most of my time running away from. They always tried to make me into a Barbie doll but I wasn't having it.
● I've always been a go with the flow kind of person. Even when I was younger, I was always very mellow. That seems to have carried over because now, as an adult, I'm not much different.
● My powers didn't activate or whatever until I was in the seven grade. Ever heard of the comic book character Rouge? Well I'm kind of like her. I grabbed a friend of mine, Kayla, and suddenly all of her memories were in my head. I freaked out and ran away but wouldn't you do the same? It was just weird.
● The first power I discovered was my power mimicry. Except it works a little differently than how it does in stories. If you happen to be a normal person then fear not, by touching you I'll just catch a glimpse of your memories, and usually it's the bad ones. But if you're special, if you have that gene, then I temporarily rob you of your powers. The biggest difference between me and Rouge is that I don't suck out your life, and my power is concentrated in my hands so I can touch you with any other part of my body. It's hard to explain.
● After that I told my parents what happened and they knew what was going on instantly. I was taken out of school and my mother started to home school me. At the time I was very upset but I look back on it now and I know she was only trying to protect me from the world, and it's cruelty towards people like me.
● My second power I didn't learn about until I was fifteen and I'm so glad that was the way it worked out. It's not something I could have handled as a child. Disintegration. I can destroy matter, just by touching it. And that includes humans. That's how I figured it out really. This guy, was bothering me, I went to grab his arm, and he exploded into dust. Around then I started wearing gloves.
● If you're wondering why the glove wearing didn't start when I figured out the first power, I'll tell you why. By the time I was fourteen I had some control over it. When I touched someone nothing would happen unless I wanted it too. That or I was pissed and then, well, nothing ever went right. But when I got that new power, I had no control. I still don't. It's quite irritating but what can I do? The gloves keep everyone I love safe. But I'm afraid I'll never touch my own boyfriend's hands if I can't get my powers under control
● As I got older my mom realized that I couldn't be home school forever so she enrolled me in a school for people with powers such as myself. I'd already been registered when I was younger and really I didn't even know what was going on at the time.
● The school was in New York City and we lived in New Jersey. So I packed my bags and became a boarding student, there to try and be taught by other gifted people how to keep my s**t under control.
● I made lots of friends, probably due to my willingness to see the good in everyone, but there was a group of four that I was especially close too. We were close friends, until things changed.
● When we graduated and were sent out into the real world everything changed. My best friends, the Torn and Ley joined a rebel group, bend on getting the rights they want through violence. And I couldn't be a part of that.
● As I watched my friends join the rebel groups, I joined the Organization with Toby.
● Toby is my boyfriend, and I don't know if I would have done some of the harder stuff it it wasn't for him. He keeps me sane really, without him I'd be lost.
● I lost contact with Ley almost as soon as she joined the rebels. I assume that she thinks I can no longer be trusted and it hurts me deeply. I loved her like a sister and now we're almost enemies.
● The Torn is a different story. I still talk to him from time to time, although it usually ends with a fight. I just wish he could see the light, I wish he could understand that violence isn't always the answer. But I just don't know.


lady turnip

[Lady Turnip]

you're my angel, you're the only sunshine in my life

James did not know what was running through the Prince's mind when he said that he would meet him for cards in his room. But he trusted him. that wasn't something he was just saying, James truly did trust the Prince. And he knew that the other would do nothing the would intentionally get them caught and killed. "I will see you then Highness" It was strange almost to be so formal when less than an hour ago they had been so close, hand in hand, resting their heads together. All the formalities now felt awkward and uncomfortable. With a subtle eye James watched as the Prince walked away and then he made his way to his rooms alone, trying not to let the butterflies in his stomach get the best of him.


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Once in his rooms James smiled as he saw that the bed had been made up since he had been gone with the Prince. Usually he would feel bad because he liked to make the bed himself so that the servants didn't have to but that morning he'd been in to much of a rush to meet the Prince so he had neglected the task completely. Next time he saw the young women who he knew cleaned his room he would have to thank them, maybe slip them a few coins in thanks. They would swoon and squirm as they always did when he was around, but that was a different story entirely.

Ever since James was about fifteen, young women had been falling at his feet. He didn't always understand why since he didn't feel like he was the most attractive person in the world but apparently girls found him handsome enough because they were always showering him with gifts and poems and letters. It all got to be a little much when he was trying to not court anyone. He just wanted to live his life and until recently he didn't want to be with anyone. That had obviously changed but that didn't mean he liked the attention girls gave him anymore than he did before. If anything he would hate it all the more now that he had someone.

Carefully he set out the cards that he assumed Ephriam had been talking about and he started to wait. It was actually a little nerve wracking, not knowing what was going on, what the Prince was thinking. James did trust him, he hadn't been lying when he said that. It was just easier to trust when you knew it was all going to be okay, when you know what was going on and you accepted it to be fact. It was all easier then but that wasn't the case with this at all. James was in the dark and until Ephriam decided to show him the light he would be there for awhile. Not knowing was just scary.

He almost didn't notice when the door opened but as soon as James saw the Princess Emilene he stood up and then sunk into a low bow. She deserved his respect more than anyone else did. She had been dealing with Isadora and she had lived to tell the tale. As Ephriam introduced them James shook his head. "No I do not believe we have met. A pleasure Princess" He was trying to be polite, the same way he had been when he'd first met Ephriam. He was feeling out the waters, deciding if it was safe to be his normal flirty self with this young woman. She looked head strong and not very happy to be there. In fact James almost dropped his jaw at her words. He didn't think anyone disliked his cousin more than he did but he had just met his match. And how was he supposed to answer that?

"I would like to think Princess that I am not as terrible as my cousin. However, that certainly is not my judgment to pass. You certainly seem capable of forming your own opinion of me. I will however try not to be like her" He was being painfully polite but what else could he do? Ephriam hadn't said anything other than to introduce his sister to James and then he had fallen silent. the Duke looked at him expectantly. He'd have to say something eventually.

ooc|| most icky post ever.
i'm a little ashamed of it. :c

[Lady Turnip]

out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find that you and i, collide

It was nice to have someone tell him that he wasn't a bad person for thinking the way he did. Honestly Fallon sometimes thought he was the world's worst and that he deserved to be punished for some of the terrible thoughts he thought. He was just always so worried about Levi, so worried about the stupid things he would do, he never had time to worry about himself. And he never had the chance to think good thoughts because Levi was always doing stupid, stupid things. Talking to this kid was nice. It made him feel better. Not a lot better but better. The idea of locking Levi and Michael in a closet brought a smile to his face too. That would be a sight to behold. At the rate they were going by the time two hours was up one of them would be dead. "Somehow I get the feeling that they're not ready to be locked in a closet together yet"

"Wouldn't want that to happen. I'll still be here when you get back" As he watched Kendrew being pulled away by his boss Fallon realized that he had just poured out his heart to a stranger. He was cute and everything but he was a stranger. Was that bad luck or something? No, he couldn't think that way. The kid was just trying to help him out and in more ways than one he really was. It was just so much easier to let it all out, to let someone help you carry the weight of your problems. At least that seemed to be what Fallon was discovering that night as he spoke to the cute young blonde who had an affinity for listening and giving good advice. He was a sweet boy and under different circumstances Fallon would have been flirting with him, looking for a good time. But the years in which he might have done that had passed long ago, they stopped when Levi started being a full time commitment.

As Kendrew came back he looked like someone on a mission. Like he had a plan of sorts going on in his head. "You want to come hang out with me after I get off?" And there it was. So that was what was on his mind as he walked over. Fallon smiled. Did he want to hang out with this kid, spend time with someone other than Levi and Michael who he was pretty sure were still at each other's throats. Did he want to do something for himself that had nothing to do with Levi or his drinking problem, something that would make him happy for once instead of all stressed out and unhappy? Why yes, he did want to go out with Kendrew tonight. He's just met him yes. But the blonde was cute. And he was a good listener. And he would get Fallon's mind off of Levi for once.

"Yeah. I think I'd like that a lot."


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Fallon had to admit that for a bar tender Kendrew had a pretty nice place. It was bigger than the apartment he shared with Levi but it only had one bed room. the extra space was taken up by the giant living room. The brunette smiled at the blonde and spun once, taking in his surroundings. "This is really nice. Nicer than my place anyways. I'm glad I took you up on your offer" He took the other's hand and rested his head on the lower shoulder. On the walk over they'd gotten close. As in, started holding hands and just being affectionate. Fallon was enjoying Kendrew's company. He was sweet and understanding and he wasn't like Levi who was the most selfish person in the world. It was bad of him to think that though. Levi wasn't selfish he was just sick. God what was wrong with him? Why couldn't Fallon not guilt himself. He didn't understand. no one had to say anything. He could make himself feel bad.

"Why me? There's so many people that go through that bar. Why did you ask me to come home with you?" Fallon had been wondering about that since they started walking. Of all the people in the world, of all the people that were in that bar, why had Kendrew decided that Fallon was the one who he was going to go home with? What had he done to deserve this? Of course Fallon knew what was going to happen, because there was only one reason you brought someone home with you from a bar. You brought them home to sleep with them. And Fallon was kind of hoping that was what Kendrew had on his mind. He hadn't been laid in months. He wanted to just be able to let go.

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

Levi couldn't believe him. He was so stupid. Michael was going to die, he was so freaking stupid. Did he really think that the brunette was stupid. Where else would his money have gone? "You were the only one in my room and I know it didn't just fly away Michael. Where the hell did you put it?" Levi snarled. He could just feel the anger rolling off of his body. Why did the blonde have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he for once just make things easier on everyone and just give Levi his money back? It wasn't like he was going out again. He was in for the night, no one would sell him anything and thirty dollars just wasn't going to but him enough alcohol for the night. It might get him enough for an hour but not anything more than that.

"Turn out your pockets." He demanded. Michael made some comment or other and Levi shrugged. "Come on. If you’ve got nothing to hide, then you shouldn’t mind turning your pockets out" He was going to get his money back from Michael. He deserved to have it back. After all of the abuse he's endured today, letting him have a little money wasn't going to hurt anything. But Levi was willing to do almost anything to get that money back. He wasn't going to take no for an answer, he wasn't going to say anything more actually. What he was going to do would be much more effective. He grabbed Michael by the arm and when the other tried to escape he easily pushed him against the couch locking him in place. "I know you have my money. So you can give it to me now!"

He shoved his hands in Michael's front pockets, only to be pushed away. But Levi had always been persistent and he kept going back for more, still desperate to have his money back. it wasn't like he hadn't asked nicely. Well, kind of nicely. It didn't matter. He was going to get it back and that was how things were going to be. The two went at it over and over, getting rougher each time until the blonde had been flipped over the back of the couch. He tried to stand up but Levi got to him first, pinning him to the floor and sticking his hands in the other's pockets once again. "It's my money you a** wipe now just hand it over and I'll go the ******** away!" He yelled, but Michael wasn't having it. He kept pushing Levi away and soon enough the two were rolling around on the floor, wrestling, Levi for the money and Michael trying to keep it away from him. If anyone else had been around it would have been a moment worth of video tape.

In the midst of all the dramatics something happened. Someone moved their head and someone started to talk. It didn't matter really. What mattered is that without even realizing what happened Michael and Levi were suddenly in a lip lock that made the brunette's head spin with old memories. He pulled away quickly and scrambled away, pink covering his cheeks and nose and just everywhere else on a face that could have a blush cover it. he didn't even want the money now. "I'll um, be in my room if you need anything you little s**t" Same Levi as always, he couldn't even walk away from a terribly embarrassing situation without throwing in something snide as a parting gift. With that he stood up and walked back to his room like he said he was going to do. That had just been too much. And the worst part? He'd liked it.

Levi walked into his room quietly and shut the door behind himself, still blushing. he should not have liked that kiss. He should not have felt the urge to kiss Michael hard and to just have sex right then and there. That was not okay. They had broken up for a reason. They weren't together anymore because Michael was a jerk and Levi was a drunk. And that meant that kissing was no longer acceptable for them to be doing all the time. Sure it had only happened this once and on accident but what if it happened again? On purpose? Then what would they do? What would happen? All of these complications were swirling in the brunette's head like a whirlpool and he needed to sit down.

[Lady Turnip]

out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find that you and i, collide

Fallon smiled in thanks as the young blonde brought him back the cool drink. He took a sip and close his eyes, trying to relax his mind and make his thoughts go to something other than Levi and Michael. God he hoped those two were working out their issues because if they weren't he was going to die. There was no way to live in that house when they were so tense and so angry. It was going to be impossible for him to function if all they ever did was fight. Maybe he could move out for a few days, let them get all the pent up anger out, and then move back in. It would be less stressful for him anyways. Maybe not for Levi and Michael but for Fallon it would be the perfect plan. How could he go wrong with it? Well, if Levi or Michael found out where he was staying that was how. For a drunk Levi was pretty smart and he would spend days dedicated to finding Fallon if it meant he didn't have to be with Michael.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the bar tender's voice. s**t. That stupid smile. He saw through it all and now he was asking what was wrong. Fallon was never the open type. He didn't like to burden other people with his problems, have them feel sorry for him. No one needed to feel sorry for him because he was doing just fine with what he had, even if some days it would be easier to off himself than to deal with the mess that was Levi. He loved the brunette, really he did, but it was hard to do it all on his own. But sharing about his feelings was even harder and Fallon wasn't sure he wanted to say anything to this guy. How old was he anyways, he looked just barley of age.

Still he couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks as he was called cute. The last person to call Fallon cute was his last boy friend who had broken up with him. He'd been made to choose between Levi and this boy and of course he had chosen Levi. He always chose Levi. Levi was his ******** life. And did he really want to share his life with this kid? Why not. He wanted to listen. So Fallon would give him something to listen too.

"I'm Fallon Cooper. And, my best friend is an alcoholic" Just saying it, letting someone else know what was going on made him feel better. Even if this Kendrew kid didn't know the dynamics of what was going on he knew the basics. And after that it all just kept coming out, and Fallon couldn't stop himself. "A few weeks ago he almost killed himself with alcohol poisoning and I was worried. So I called his ex-boyfriend to help me try and help him out. And he got here today. And everything is sucking because they won't even talk. I know I was stupid for calling him but...no one else cares enough about him to help" The brunette looked up at Kendrew and shrugged his shoulders before taking a drink of the beer he had in front of him. It was no longer ice cold, but it was still cold enough to make him happy. This was a good start for him. Fallon never told anyone about his problems. He never said anything to anyone. He'd rather just deal with it all on his own.

"If he doesn't get help, if he doesn't stop, he's going to die. And I'm a terrible person because at this point I don't know if I would mind or not." Fallon sighed and bit his lip. He was a terrible person. He deserved to die for thinking those things about Levi. he was just sick. It wasn't his fault he just had issues. He just needed help.

But why did that help always have to be Fallon ?

ooc|| meh, this is really bad.
but they're talking and stuff so it was hard to make it super long.

[Lady Turnip]

you're my angel, you're the only sunshine in my life

James nodded along, listening to what Ephriam had to say, although to the duke it seemed almost foolish. There was no way to go about this whole thing without getting hurt and the ravenette knew that. He didn't like it and it didn't make him happy but he knew it was the truth. It was going to hurt when they couldn't be together, when Ephriam had to be in the bed of Isadora and James had to be in his own rooms alone with only the servants for company. It was going to hurt when James flirted with pretty young women and not Ephriam. All of this was going to hurt. But it was part of their lives, they had no choice, it was going to happen even if they tried to stop it. Ephriam couldn't just stop sleeping with his own wife. That would start rumors that would be bad for the kingdom. Certain hurts they were just going to have to live with.

Still it was nice for now. James would take what he could get for now. A few stolen kisses, secret meetings, they were going to have to be good enough. James was going to have to accept the fact that this would not be a normal courtship. He would have to accept the fact that he would have to be very careful with the way he was around the Prince. Anything that was different or out of place would have the women gossiping and telling stories within the hour. And when stories were told questions were asked. James knew that he would be able to lie to keep both himself and Ephriam safe but the prince was another story. From what the duke had seen Ephriam was a terrible liar and if he was put under pressure that wouldn't help anything either. It was going to be hard. But James would make sure no body found out what was going on. They couldn't take that kind of risk.

He couldn't help but smile at the other as he spoke, agreeing that they would find a way to make their unusual romance work. Shyly James leaned forward and kissed the Prince on the cheek. It was a sweet gesture that made the girls swoon. Maybe it would work on Ephriam too. "Well I am glad then that you have no objections. I don't know what I would do if you did" He smiled again and just couldn't help himself. Lightly he connected their lips for just a moment before pulling away. He didn't want to ruin anything by moving to fast, like he had in the past with women. They always seemed to be scared off by the intensity James went into things with. He never did anything if he wasn't serious about it. And that scared a lot of people off.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit as Ephriam told him of the name Isadora had picked out. It was hideous. Horrendous. Not the kind of name a young prince or princess should have to live with. But when had his cousin ever been the kind of woman to have good taste? Never, even as children when he corralled James into playing house with her their 'children' always had bizarre names, really bad ugly names. If they had a daughter her name was always something awful like Vivian and if it was a boy she named him Arlex. Every single time. James always protested. He wanted to give the babies nice normal names like Henry or Marianne. But they always had to be different and unique. But never in a good way. Isadora wouldn't know a good name if it smacked her in the face. "You'll have to fight hard for a better name then because I just don't think that Gamel is the name of a future king."

James squeezed the Prince's hand happily, nodding his head. He was curious as to what kind of plans Ephriam had. James was willing to do almost anything to keep their secret, to keep them safe. He didn't want to lose Ephriam. At least not so early in the game. "Of course I trust you. If I didn't do you think I would be here with you? What are you thinking?"

[Lady Turnip]

light me up like dynamite, don't need a hit when I'm with you

"Just eggs for you then. I'm having some bacon" Romy laughed a bit as he was kissed once more and then let go of as Tyson jumped up onto the counter to watch him cook. This was how it almost always went the days Ty didn't have work and Romy wasn't at the hospital. He would make breakfast for them and then they would sit on the couch together and watch a movie and cuddle. It was always just so nice to spend time with each other. Romy loved it. He loved having his boyfriend near him, he loved seeing him during the day. Most of the time while Ty was at work Romy would lay in bed. He himself only worked part time at an art gallery so he didn't go in all the time like Tyson did. Only Monday and Thursday afternoons. And even then, only for a few hours. They knew about his condition. They knew Romy wasn't able to work a lot.

It didn't take long to cook everything up and when it was finished Tyson already had plates out and he was scooping the food onto them. The brunette nodded his head and smiled, taking hold of the two plates after grabbing forks. "Yeah I'll meet you in there." Without another word Romy made him way into the living room. He set the plates of the coffee table and then sat down on the couch himself. Tyson came wandering in moments later and Romy couldn't help but smile. He was glad the other had taken the day off. He really was. He took the juice from his boyfriend and drank it easily. Some time today he would need to find the time to take his own pills.

Romy kept his medicine hidden away from Tyson so he didn't have to answer suspicious questions. He felt bad about all of the secrets he kept but Romy didn't want to tell Tyson, he didn't want to get attached, and then be left high and dry because the other couldn't handle it or whatever. It had happened to him before. It sucked. Romy had cried and been upset and then he had met Tyson who he felt a stronger connection to than anyone who came before him. But that meant he was scared to lose him. He didn't want Tyson to dissapear like all of the others. He wanted to keep Tyson close to him, to have Tyson kiss him and love him forever. He wanted Tyson to love him in the same way.

"So when do you want to take a bath Ty? Now or later?"

ooc|| D: sucly post I'm sorry.