☠ 2012, Truţħ øƒ ţħə Wørld [ Open and Accepting! ]

After the day ends in this roleplay, should I have the roleplay time skip closer to 12 - 21 - 2012? ( Like maybe a week or so before? )

Yes. It'll be more exciting then.	60.0%	[ 3 ]
No. I think our characters should be normal for like.. 100 pages or something.	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Pollwhore coming through! :3	40.0%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 5 ]

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Some people believe in the 2012 theory, and others don't. There isn't enough evidence of the 2012 phenomenon, of course. Problem being is, we don't have time for guessing. If it really proves to be true, what time might we have left? Laughing it off is a real big risk, and government needs to act now. It's 11 - 10 - 2012, and strange activity has been starting. Heat in almost all areas have increased, and weather has been making dramatic changes. Was it just coincidence, or are these minor problems going to result into one big one?
Now is the time for the supernatural to take their lead, and try to help those they can.. or save themselves. The human race is at state, and, maybe even the other hidden species.
Rumor has it, there are hidden spaceships for people to board on 12 - 21 - 2012 if they are found. Of course, the government workers already know the locations, so they'll be safe. But what about every one else?
We shouldn't just wait for 12 - 21 - 2012. The supernatural have to take a stand, and do what they should; either save themselves, or save another.
But, it's only 11 - 10 - 2012.. We have a lot of time.. right..?

Death is clearly making it's way. People thought the 12 - 21 -2012 theory was fake.. But, hey, look at the phenomenons happening! Afterall, it's already 12 - 19 - 2012! From cracking grounds, to collapsing buildings.. Some floods even! All the troubling effects couldn't have come out of nowhere.. Could they? Everyone's in danger either way. No matter where they are, or who they are. The world doesn't care. From twins, to supernatural races, such as vampires. Is there anyway to face the dangerous earth now and survive?
Maybe.. Maybe those hidden spaceship gossips are true.. Maybe.. All they have to do to survive.. Is avoid danger, and find those damn ships..

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- No godmoding / powerplaying (controlling other characters unless they are npcs or something ).
- No unstoppableness !! * I know, that's not a word XD ! *
YES! If you are fighting, that means you MUST get hit sometimes. You CANNOT dodge all the time, and you CANNOT automatically hit someone! UNDERSTAND?
- Cursing is allowed, just don't drop the f-bomb every five seconds!
- No killing off characters unless you have permission ( But I doubt we would even go that far unless someone has to quit the roleplay.. ). And if you'd like, you may make a temporary character that you can kill or severely injure in battle, if you don't want to lose to or fight another roleplayer. Following to that, you may also make an NPC to make them die from some sort of activity from the Earth or supernatural ( large cracks in the ground, falling buildings, etc. ). Please just try to keep that minimal until it gets close to the date of 12 - 21 - 2012 in the roleplay.
- Romance is allowed ( Are you really asking me? Seriously..! We need that crap! ), in fact, it's BEGGED FOR by me. I want as much romance as this plotline can handle, just don't get sexual.. PLEASE. I will not tolerate any of it. Yes, what your character says or thinks CAN be perverted, but don't make it TOO perverted, and don't actually "do" anything. Please. I'm pleading to you, be mature..! ( There are kids on this site! )
- Semi Literate or Literate Roleplayers PLEASE. ( Yes, that means NO one liners! NOT TOLERATED! ) If you have a writer's block, at least three sentences, we need people to be able to reply to SOMETHING. Please no ** for actions, and no text talk UNLESS in OOC.
- PM PROFILES OR I WON'T ACCEPT ._. Sorry!
- For Subjects Not Relating To the roleplay Please Use ) or (
- To Clarify You Have Read These Rules, Title You're PMs 'The World's Ending!'. Yeah, I know.. Not very unique, am I?
- PLEASE try to include everyone the best you can! If you ignore a character, you will be given a warning. ( But if that's how your character acts, and it's something minor, that's fine.. If it gets a bit extreme, I'll call on a warning. )
- You have three warnings maximum, but NON TOLERATED rules will result in an immediate ban.
- If there's something in a profile that states 'oldest' in a certain group of some sort, please pay attention to that. I wouldn't want like, two people stating they were the oldest in 'so and so', unless one of them said that they were one of the oldest.. Arigato.
- LASTLY..

Have fun!

Sorry if the rules sounded like I was yelling at you. I hadn't meant to, as I just wanted to make the important stuff a bit more easily read..

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Skeletons:

Humans ( Can be working for the government if you want ) :

[b]The Puppeteer[/b]: ( username )
[b]The Story[/b]: ( name )
[b]Look It Up[/b]: ( nickname )
[b]Counting the Candles[/b]: ( age. Please have a reasonable age. Note that humans are not immortal. )
[b]Clearly[/b]: ( gender ) and Human.
[b]A Single Craving[/b]: ( sexual orientation )
[b]My Little Profile[/b]: ( personality )
[b]A Sword to the Throat[/b]: ( Strategy in cases, whether that mean in fights, or in arguments. I don't care, just some sort of strategy in something. And you MUST state your fears in here as well. None of the characters may be THAT brave.. )
[b]Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?[/b]: ( appearance. Please keep it clean. Pictures may be anime OR real people. )
[b]You Are My Writer, I Am The Story[/b]: ( Bio. Please have at least five sentences.. )
[b]I Am Bonded To[/b]: ( Soulmate. Optional.. Make sure the person roleplaying the character approves.. )
[b]My Shadow[/b]: ( Other.. This could include crushes or anything else your mind stumbles upon.. This section could also include weapons IF NEEDED. )
[b]Thoughts[/b]: ( What does your character think about the 2012 theory? )
[b]Who, Me?[/b]: ( What are you? A normal person living their life, or a government worker? )

Supernatural ( Can be working for the government if wanted ) :

[b]The Puppeteer[/b]: ( username )
[b]The Story[/b]: ( name )
[b]Look It Up[/b]: ( nickname )
[b]Counting the Candles[/b]: ( age. Please have a reasonable age corresponding to your race. )
[b]Clearly[/b]: ( gender and state what race you are. )
[b]A Single Craving[/b]: ( sexual orientation )
[b]My Little Profile[/b]: ( personality )
[b]A Burden to Carry[/b]: ( Powers / abilities / curses.. There's a limit of three powers, but I don't recommend having three powers in the beginning.. Usually, I'd prefer having one or two, and gain a power later in the roleplay.. )
[b]A Sword to the Throat[/b]: ( Strategy in cases, whether that mean in fights, or in arguments. I don't care, just some sort of strategy in something. And you MUST state your weakness in here as well. None of the characters may be unstoppable. )
[b]Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?[/b]: ( appearance. Please keep it clean. Pictures may be anime OR real people. )
[b]You Are My Writer, I Am The Story[/b]: ( Bio. Please have at least five sentences.. )
[b]I Am Bonded To[/b]: ( Soulmate. Optional.. Make sure the person roleplaying the character approves.. )
[b]My Shadow[/b]: ( Other.. This could include crushes or anything else your mind stumbles upon.. This section could also include weapons IF NEEDED. )
[b]Thoughts[/b]: ( What does your character think about the 2012 theory? )
[b]Who, Me?[/b]: ( What are you? An everyday supernatural living their life, or one working for the government? )

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Everyday Humans:
The Puppeteer: Tears of a Maiden
The Story: Christina Musique
Look It Up: Rin ( She doesn't like being called Christina.. ), "Catastrophe", "Jynx", "Voodoo Doll".. All three of those nicknames are named after her bad luck.
Counting the Candles: Fifteen.
Clearly: Female and Human ( Technically a Mirror, which is a supernatural race.. Somewhat. ).
A Single Craving: Heterosexual.
My Little Profile: A literal Gemini, she can be mad at one second, and joyous the next. She's quick to forgive if there is a good reason, but may easily hold a grudge. She hates racist people or comments, and no matter what the risk, is almost always caught standing up for someone. Christina is very gentle, but to others, she acts tough.. As if nothing can hurt her. She hates the idea and feeling of being weak, which is why she created the 'strong' reputation. Unfortunately, she is the literal opposite to her twin brother, Takumi, who really isn't a twin. He's popular but calm, while she's upbeat yet unliked. She believes that they were supposed to be one person, but he was just gifted with better qualities. But, all the while, she's unique.
A Sword to the Throat: Christina loves fights, whether she's in it, or she's watching one. Her strategy is a rather simple one, as she's powerful for a girl. Instead of focusing on the 'defense' in blocking, she prefers to just hit as much as she can, which involves both speed and strength. Her fears involve losing Takumi, or being separated from him. She'd hate for that to happen again..
Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?:
You Are My Writer, I Am The Story: Christina was born as a twin with Takumi, in which was her opposite. He was independent, she was dependent. He was calm, she was childish. While he stayed gorgeous, she remained ugly, as that was what others would call her. At the age of six, one of her family members brought Takumi somewhere, and he never came back. That left Christina scared, as when she asked her mom about his whereabouts, she was yelled at. When she asked the other family members, they pretended like he had never existed. It frustrated Christina, as she soon grew to the age of thirteen, and she was becoming frightened. Every now and then when she looked into the mirror, she would see his face instead. Afterall, they looked almost exactly the same. It scared her so much, that she began to cry every night. Was she crazy? Had she just imagined him? Was that why no one knew him? By the age of fourteen, she could've sworn she saw him in the woods, but he ran off. Every day from then she kept searching through the woods for him, but she found no one. On her fifteenth birthday, however, she took one last walk through the woods. That was when she was attacked by something, but saved by a furry creature. Her brother.
I Am Bonded To: No one.. I'm sort of saving myself for someone..
My Shadow: She loves Takumi, but in what way?
Thoughts: Figuring out that Takumi was a lycan made her shocked. And, if lycans existed, who knew what else was true? Christina fully believes the 2012 theory, and is easily led into believing other things.
Who, Me?: A normal person.


Everyday Supernatural:
The Puppeteer: x x__S c r e a m
The Story: Takumi Musique
Look It Up: Taki - kun ( called by his sister, Christina. )
Counting the Candles: Fifteen.
Clearly: Male, and am a lycan.
A Single Craving: Heterosexual.. But he doesn't really care for love at the moment.
My Little Profile: Takumi is a genius for his age, as he knows so many things that he shouldn't, whether it's good or bad. He's considered way too calm, and is almost never really seen showing emotion. Only Christina knows how he truly acts, which is still calm, but pertains to a sense of humor. Being independent, he never really needs help, but always has to watch his accident - prone sister. Besides all that, he could care less about the world.
A Burden to Carry: Being a lycan, of course he can turn into a giant wolf of some sort ( which doesn't count as a power, since that's his race ). Besides that, in his human form, he has superior strength and speed. Almost like a vampire. His second ability pertains to telepathy with his sister.
A Sword to the Throat: Takumi doesn't really have a strategy in anything. Instead, he always uses his wits, and somewhat combines that with his abilities. As stated before, he's a genius, so not much can come past him. His weakness is really only weapons such as guns.. And, if his sister is in danger.
Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?: Takumi.
You Are My Writer, I Am The Story: Takumi was always called the perfect child, and was treated much better than his sister. Unfortunately, he didn't like that. Almost all the time, he wished that his sister would get the positive attention. As he grew older, at six, he was forced to be taken away from his sister. Sent to a private school by his mom. Alas, that separation didn't work, because at the age of twelve, he discovered changes in his body. He was immensely strong and quick. And, at fourteen, he became aware of the lycan changes within him. Finally, at fifteen, his sister had been endangered by a lustful vampire, and he was left to save her. Now, he's become way too overprotective of her.
I Am Bonded To: No one.
My Shadow: Nothing really.
Thoughts: He thinks it's stupid, and there's no real proof to it. He pays no mind to the changing weather and whatnot. Takumi tends to call Christina crazy for believing it.
Who, Me?: Everyday supernatural.

ForeverLasting Fermata

The Puppeteer: ForeverLasting Fermata
The Story: Anna-Maria Rei Sifhermin
Look It Up: Rei (only call her Anna if you want to piss her off or make her listen)
Counting the Candles: Sixteen
A Single Craving: It doesn't matter, if were just going to die, right?
My Little Profile: Rei's powers have made her indifferent to the world around her. She just doesn't care. She doesn't care if she dies, or if anyone else dies. Heck, she doesn't care if everyone lives either. She just doesn't give a damn.
Or, at least, that's what she's telling herself...
A Burden to Carry: Rei has the otherworldly power to transform and object into a totally different object.
For example; she could grasp a TV remote and, with concentration, it would transform into and iPod or a gun.
Yes, this power seems very simple and impossible to overcome
Wrong. Her power has it's limits. When Rei changes a small object into another small object, that object will stay transformed for a long period of time. But if the objects are totally different sizes, it will not stay transformed for very long. It also requires an immense amount of stamina, energy, and concentration to transform the objects. If her mind strays for just a millisecond, the transformation will stop and return to the original shape. That also goes for keeping the object transformed, but with less concentration.
A Sword to the Throat: Rei is very skilled at concentration. So her strategy would be to tune out the enemy while transforming objects.
Her weakness would obviously be a diversion or distraction.
Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?: Sure, whatever.
You Are My Writer, I Am The Story: When Anna-Maria was born into the world, her parents were ecstatic. For years they had been trying to become pregnant, and they were finally rewarded with a baby girl. And, even a few years later, when they discovered her powers, they still loved her all the same.
But, when Anna was twelve years old, she had the biggest fit in her entire life. One evening, Rei had been especially pissed off at her parents. Filled with so much rage, she momentarily could not control her powers. Two dinner plates had transformed into guns, and the guns shot her parents on their own.
So, a murderer at twelve years old, Rei left her house with only one possession; a silver and onyx locket that her father had given her as a toddler.
Ever since that night, Rei has lived on the streets, able to buy all the necessary items for life and hotel rooms with transformed money.
I Am Bonded To: I'd be lucky to get a soul mate...
My Shadow: Rei carries about ten tiny metal orbs around with her wherever she goes. These are especially for weapons and random boredom.
Thoughts: Rei knows that the end of the world is coming. She knows that if people don't act, everyone will die.
Who, Me?: Everyday Supernatural.

Human Government Workers:

Daine Sarassa

The Puppeteer: Daine Sarassa
The Story: Mikku Malloure
Look It Up: Used to be referred to as Mik by her children.
Counting the Candles: 32
Clearly: Female and Human.
A Single Craving: Males (however, generally not interested, she still wears her wedding ring.)
My Little Profile: She used to be bubbly and loving. Now she's a deadly sarcastic jerk.
A Sword to the Throat: A cutting remark. Or bullets. She no longer cares for anything. Her worst fear is to care about something again.
Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?: She USED to look like this. Now she has short dark hair, baggy jeans, Converse, and a dirty lab coat.
You Are My Writer, I Am The Story: Just a normal mother of two, until a terrible car accident mutilated and killed her entire world. She was lost and became stoic and deadened. She no longer cared for anything or anyone. This is when the Government took over. They created a scientific engima.
I Am Bonded To: Her dead husband and children.
My Shadow: A handgun and various daggers hidden throughout her clothes.
Thoughts: It really doesn't interest her that much. She's just doing research for the Government.
Who, Me?: Government Worker

Supernatural Government Workers:
The Puppeteer: Tears of a Maiden
The Story: Isayo Murashi
Look It Up: N/A.
Counting the Candles: I'm eighteen, but people say I look older.. Gah.
Clearly: Male. I have no idea what I am..
A Single Craving: I don't think it matters at this point..
My Little Profile: He's pretty well reserved.. Calm, if you will. Though he appears cold and demanding of others, he's just holding a big secret. His powers. Heck, if every one were just the same, he'd reveal his true nature! Under his coat of supposed 'anti - social', he has deep caring feelings of those around him. He doesn't want to see anyone die. And if he could, he would save every one. Unfortunately, he knows that's not possible. Being the kind person that he is, he's giving and quite modest when he needs to be. Can he help the guilt that's crawling over him?
A Burden to Carry: He has 'x - ray vision', as most would call it.. The ability to see through things. It probably sounds useless, but indeed, for his job, it's quite useful. His other power is.. well, telekinesis, which is the ability to.. move stuff with his mind. Isn't that cool?
A Sword to the Throat: He has one strategy for everything; settle things as peacefully as possible. With as least violence as possible. He hates to hurt others, afterall. His weakness would have to be too much heat, or something extremely cold. It makes him unable to use his powers for the time around the temperature. Strange, huh?
Mirror Mirror On the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All?: I told you that I look older than I really am..!
You Are My Writer, I Am The Story: Isayo was born in Japan. He lived in a nice house, as his parents were wealthy. With servants and everything. He didn't really need to work or do chores, due to these servants. The only thing he needed to focus on was his education. So, he grew up as a spoiled child, thinking that it was completely normal.
But, when he moved to America, he found himself deeply wrong. He was twelve when he arrived the U.S. And, he saw many horrible lives. Some homeless, some with diseases. Everything. People didn't have a nice life like him, and most had to work. That was how he changed from a snobby rich child, to one that wanted to live an average life.. And help people.
Fourteen, and he was discovering changes. And, now just puberty changes.. New things. Could everyone see through things? Could everyone move objects with their mind? No. He found that the abilities were cool, but somewhat stopping him from having an average life. He needed to learn how to control it.
Eventually, at seventeen, the President had met Isayo by his parents. The president took a liking to him, and soon discovered his powers. Of course, he kept it secret to everyone else, so Isayo was fine with that. In fact, Isayo didn't mind the president either. Good friends they became, despie the age difference, and soon, Isayo was helping with the government issues.. about 2012.
I Am Bonded To: None yet..
My Shadow: He's the youngest person working for the government at the moment.
Thoughts: He believes in it. Afterall, doesn't he work for the government? He has proof right in his hands, and he's trying to save as many lives as he can. The problem is, it's forbidden to tell the spaceship locations.. So.. How can he save others, without exactly breaking that vow? .. Hmm .. Brain - racking.
Who, Me?: A supernatural working for the government!

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Date, Time, Locations of Characters :

Month:
1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11 ~ 12


Date:

1 ` 2 ` 3 ` 4 ` 5 ` 6 ` 7 ` 8 ` 9 ` 10 ` 11 ` 12 ` 13 ` 14 ` 15 ` 16 ` 17 ` 18 ` 19 ` 20 ` 21 ` 22 ` 23 ` 24 ` 25 ` 26 ` 27 ` 28 ` 29 ` 30

Weekday:
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Year:

2012


Character Locations ( Where each character is ):

California - Christina Musique, Takumi Musique, Mikku Malloure.

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Disasters and / or Changes of the Areas :

( This is where any news will be put up about the world. Roleplayers can make things happen as well, so check here often! )

[ Currently nothing except for the heat increase and strange weather changes. ]

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Cħʀisţiɴą Musiquє

"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

Christina lied on her bed, blankets barely hanging on it. The light was slowly creeping past the open areas of her window curtains. As time passed, the light continued to edge closer to her, until eventually it hit her face. Dead in her closed eyelids. Startled, her eyes simultaneously flickered open, as she sat up instantly, but fell out of her bed from the shock.
"Ah.. Gosh.. Not again.." she hissed under her breath, sitting up again and rubbing her head. Once again, she opened her eyes, but this time to look around her room. Nothing had changed. Good. She was so into the 2012 theory that she had begun to think that destruction would start earlier than the Mayan's 'chosen date'. But yes, every thing was the same. From the skateboard in the corner of her room, to the clothes thrown all over amongst the floor. Alas, she was not a clean person. Not as organized as her brother. The good thing was that her brother wasn't too clean. A boy being a perfectionist.. that would be scary.
Standing up, she looked herself over. What did she need to do today..? What day was it?
"Tuesday.." she murmured under her breath, sighing. Christina was reluctant to go to school. As always. She walked to the mirror, frowning. She looked ugly. But, it didn't matter. At least she hadn't seen Takumi in the reflection again. Those nightmares hadn't visited her lately, now that he finally was found, and that he lived with her again. Her thoughts pondered again. Was he awake? What was he doing now? Shaking her head, she reminded herself to get ready.
She combed through the many tangles in her hair, murmuring an "ow" after every comb. She hated her hair. She had to comb it every few hours, or it would hurt like now. Once she was done, she quickly brushed her teeth and dashed for the closet.
"What to wear.. what to wear.." she spoke quietly, truly not really caring. She wasn't a 'girly girl', which resulted in her not minding how others saw her dressed. Her style was to mix prep with punk, cause alas, she didn't like preps. And.. Well, she needed some girly stuff, or her mom would surely nag.
She effortlessly wore her jeans and light blue tanktop.. But it wasn't see - through, mind you. Once finished, she ran down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step. Luckily, she didn't.
"Is any one still here?" she called throughout the house, looking at the time on the microwave. 9: 04 a.m. Of course no one would be home. Mom and dad worked, as they were president and vise president of a mortgage business. But.. Was Takumi home? Maybe not.. he might've attended school today, since Christina was obviously late. Who knew?
Glancing around the kitchen, she snatched a granola bar from the counter, unwrapping it and then taking a bite. There was nothing else to eat. She had no idea how to cook.
"I think I'll just ditch school today.. Maybe skateboard around town.." she suggested to herself, quiet again.

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

The wind was soft against Takumi's face. His emrald eyes were blocked off from sight by his eye lids. What would it be like to be blind? He wouldn't be able to function. Finally, he let the dim light from the sun that was just now breaking over the horizon. It was fairly early. he didn't usually wake up this early, but something had been on his mind all night and he wasn't getting much sleep in anyway. Once again, the wind howled at Takumi. It wasn't an angry howl. . .in some sort it was desprete. Desprete for what, he didn't know that. The agony and shrill of it just sent a shutter spirling down his spine. He couldn't help, so he shouldn't think about all that now. What did he care really though?
The weather was changing and people started running around with their heads cut off. Why waste time for those who believed in it? If the people who believed in the theory, stopped and started actually realizing that they had little time to waste, they'd leave nature alone and move on with their weak lives. They never considered that maybe the Mayan's just got tired of writing? Surely others would've. Because if you think about it, the Americans never really finish anything. So why would the Mayans? Anyone ever ponder that idea? No. didn't think so.
After his little dispute with himself, he sat down in the wet, dew covered grass. he didn't mind it. Somehow it was slightly refreshing. He didn't want to lay back in it though. He was only in his boxer shorts. If you didn't know, Takumi was a lycan. He could change into a wolf. A very large one at that. His body heat kept him warm, he could probably survive in the artic over night with just pants. Though, he wasn't stupid enough to try. No one would try that.
As he let his mind wonder on different ideas. Like the fact he had school today, which he probably wouldn't attened to. And most of all, his sister. Christina. The most beautiful thing in his own life. She was his sister, themost valuble gem to his soul. If there were such things as souls. After saving her, he has yet to let her out of his sight. So why isn't he hovering over her right know? Because he could tell when she was awake or asleep by their special telepathic ability he shared with his sister. Which, he could feel her stir. . .and now she was awake and heading down stairs. He stood up and headed into the house. He caught a small glimpse of her and then took his shoes off before slipping into the living room. The warm air from the heater hitting his bare chest. He walked into the kitchen, "Good morning." he said as he gave her a small kiss on the forehead. It was a friendly jesture of course. . .or was it more. Though the thought never really crossed his mind. . .much. He shook it away. Takumi had been outside since seven this morning, he even heard the bus go by. He didn't even budge, he knew the two of them weren't going. They could just hang out together today. That would be fun.

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx

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"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

Christina continued to chew, eyes closed as she let her mind wander again. Unlike her brother, she couldn't exactly see where he was whenever she wished. She was human, so she was already lucky enough to have telepathy in general. Because he was not, his telepathy was a bit stronger than her own. Which made her a bit jealous in some ways. Though she had no reason to be worried about him, she was still always curious about where he was. After losing him once, she wasn't ready to lose him again. It hurts to lose a twin. It's like losing another side of you.
She awoke from her deep thinking once she heard the door open and close. And then, he had entered the living room, himself only wearing his boxer.. shorts.. thingies. She would've asked why he was outside not really dressed, but, she caught herself. Being a lycan, you technically had the advantage of heat. Even in 'human form'. She had to remember that.
Though, she really wondered what being a lycan was like. It must've been nice, to be strong and all that.. To turn into a wolf.. Being human didn't really satisfy Christina.
'Human' was the term of 'weak' for her. And, if you knew her well enough, you'd find that she hated anything revolving around the definition of 'weak'. Pathetic. Worthless. That's what she thought she was, considering she couldn't deny her humanity. But, she had to admit. For a girl, she was pretty darn strong. And, she wasn't even bragging there. Just that was an understatement.
It was impossible to count the amount of fights she had gotten in.. and won. Of course, that didn't mean she hadn't gotten injured.
She was human. Vulnerable.
A small smile had crept up her face when he kissed her on the forehead. It was nice to have him at home again. She couldn't even count all the feelings and thoughts she had about him when she was thirteen.
"Morning," she let her warm smile widen, as she then took another bite of her granola bar.
'So it seems you were outside this morning. You probably knew I'd be late for the bus or something..' her current telepathical message was a bit of just random thoughts, 'So.. What do you wan'na do today?'

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

Whistling softly, almost silently, Takumi walked to the average sized frige. On the silver, figer print resistint metal was a note from mother and father. If they could even really be called that. They were never even really home. He felt like just crumpling up the vinila sticky-note and then setting it on fire then stomping on the ashes, finally watch the ashes dissapear as if the note was just a fragment of his own imagination. How he loathed his parents. For three good, main reasons. One, for never being there at the house to be parents. Two, for treating him better than they ever treated his sister. He'd always wished he could change places with Christina. He hated that she didn't get the motherly and fatherly love that he got, and didn't even want. And three, the biggest one, the worst mistake they could have made, seperating him from his beloved sister. His twin. His other half. His life. Maybe he blew these things a tad out of perportion. But then again, maybe he didn't. The time they were seperated, who was watching over Christina, mom and dad sure weren't. No one was there for her, he's always blamed himself for that, he'd never ever let himself live that down.
He sighed and read the note briskly, 'Don't forget about your sudies. Go get milk, blah, blah, blah. Yak, yak, yak. Hate Love you, Mummy.'
With a simple toss behind his back, the piece of paper went into the trash can. He reached into the frige and got the last bit of orange juice. "First of all," he opened the bottle and took a drink of the orange juice. It was waaaay out dated, but it didn't bother him the least bit, "We're going to the store to get some food." he said as he walked to the trash can. The bottle of orange juice fell into the can as Takumi backed away, "I'm going to go get some clothes on. Be right back." he stated as he ran up the stairs. He wish his sister wouldn't use the telepath power so much. He's so afriad one day that stupid vampire is going to come back and be looking for revenge. They could be easily traceable. Plus, a telepathic link between just two people was unstable, large amounts of power could throw it off in just a blink of an eye. But it hasn't failed them yet, so it shouldn't anytime soon. . .right?
Upstairs, Takumi grabbed a black coat like jacket, he wore a white t shirt under it. He picked out a random pair of jeans that happend to be dark blue. Carefully he made his way back down the stairs. Takumi smiled at his sister, "Ready when you are. And put on a jacket. . .it's pretty cold out." he said. It wasn't a demanding tone, just sort of pleding tone.

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx

[Ex Divine]

Cħʀisţiɴą Musiquє

"Nothing compares to the quiet evening alone. Just the one, two.. I was just counting on.."

Christina had taken the last, large bite of the granola bar. She chewed almost thoughtlessly, as she knew she'd taken one thing from her lycan brother. Her teeth were amazingly sharp and strong. It took her only half the normal effort to tear apart the enormous bite. Swallowing, she crumpled up the wrapper, yawning as she walked over to the trash can and dropped the wrapper in. She would've thrown it in, but knowing her luck, she'd miss. That was why every now and then she'd been called either 'Catastrophe', 'Jynx', or 'Voodoo Doll'. Her bad luck had given her such names. She couldn't blame the other people, it was true. Just. Plain. True.
She hated herself really. In ways, she found herself living better than some others. Like homeless people and whatnot. Unfortunately, there weren't much that she'd found worse than her own life. She was different, and apparently in California, it was a sin to be different.
She was a sin then. Christina couldn't deny that fact.
Watching him drink the expired orange juice, she gave a sour expression, "Yuck!" She couldn't help it. It was just a common reaction from herself. She didn't really think of others before speaking, but she did mean to. Truth be told, she had no problem with expired milk, but that was about it. Orange juice.. Was it all.. Like, thick? Recovering from her grossed out self, she continued to listen to him.
"We're going to the store to get some food. I'm going to go get some clothes on. Be right back."
Nodding, she stood there for a moment as she waited.
What to do while she waited.. She got bored quite quickly. Just give her ten seconds, and she's as bored as.. well.. bored! Closing her eyes, she began to sing in a whisper. Their last names weren't 'Musique' for no reason. If you pronounced it, it was like a French accented 'Music'. And, music was Christina's life.. Besides Takumi.
Almost instantly when he returned downstairs, she stopped singing. Sure, he heard her sing as kids, but.. that was KIDS. And, she thought she sung rather horribly. Nonetheless, the only career she wanted to have was being a singer. But, alas, every one wanted her to be an artist. It hurt her whenever someone said she should be an artist. But, she remained kind and just smiled to them, murmuring a 'thank you' afterwards.
When he smiled, she couldn't help but let the expression grace her face as well. His smile was beautiful. Astounding. Breath - taking. If only he let other people see it as well. Other people besides herself. He'd be even more popular than he already was.
"Ready when you are. And put on a jacket. . .it's pretty cold out."
His voice was pleading, herself crossing her arms. She was childish still. She'd never change that part of herself. Christina was about to argue about putting on a jacket, but then she'd figure it was best to listen. Besides, she near always listened to her brother. I mean, he wouldn't just say it for his health, right?
Sighing, she let her arms fall to her sides again, running up the stairs. Looking around her room, she frowned. Sometimes she wished she hadn't scattered her clothes all over the floor like it was. She could barely see the surface. Shrugging, she let her eyes scan the floor. Quickly catching sight of a white jacket, she wore it in a rush, frowning again when she looked in the mirror. It was much too girly.
An idea flashed in her mind, as she grabbed a sharpie and began to draw a broken - heart on her left pocket, and a skull on her right.
Smiling with satisfaction, she dropped the sharpie uncapped onto the floor, and dashed down the stairs.
Once again, she almost tripped, but she luckily caught herself.
Recovering from her shock, she stood in front of him. "Ready when you are!" she reported, and then began to skip over to the front door.

".. That never happens.. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this now."

[Daine Sarassa]

Mik awoke suddenly and instantly to a bird singing happily by her window in the sparkling sunshine. Mik immediately scrambled for her favourite toy. Her gun. Upon finding it in its proper location, she began loading it efficiently and swiftly. The bird dashed away just in the nick of time.

"Little Heretic." Mik viciously mumbled to herself. "Time for another day of Hell."

She slowly strided down the stairs in an empty-minded fashion. Upon arriving at the intended location of her food supply, she found, rather disappointingly, nothing.

"How wonderfully gay," Mik impatiently found herself stating, "more necessary food to purchase."

She bitterly bounded up the stairs to transform her dirty and stained sleeping attire. When she finished a few minutes later, she began traveling to the store for her needed nourishment.

[auch schreie]

xxxxxx†αҡʋмι • Mʋʂιqʂε xxxxxx

xxxEveryone Thinks I'm Perfect. . .xxx

Thank God. She wasn't wasn't going to argue, that was one of the many things flying through his mind at the moment. He had plently other things floating aorund in his mind. The past two nights, he'd blocked himself from his sister, mentally anyway. He built walls so she couldn't read his thoughts. Why? Becuase he was afriad they might hurt her. The past two nights, he'd been sneeking out to run. So far he killed two people on accident. It wasn't on purpose. he had no intention to kill anyone, they were hiking and he didn't see them. But really, who the hell hikes in the dark?! He sighed to himself. He knew how to build walls, and break them. And he was good at it. Very good in fact. He could even make her hear what she wanted to. Or hear, what he wanted her to hear. Depended on his mood really. Right now, he was only allowing her to her small things. The wall blocking out all his emotions. It was a tall, thick metal wall. Spikes sticking out in every way possible. He didn't even know what his emotions were. He wasn't a murderer. Of course not. . .was he?
Soon enough, he saw his sister running down the stairs. The fresh smell of sharpie swimming in the air. He knew Christina had a problem with not putting caps back on the marker. He gave his sister a questionable look, "Did you put the lid back on the maker?" he asked as he rose one eye brow. He smiled and ran his fingers down through his dark brown hair. He didn't need another jacket really. So he ignored the thought to bring one. He opened the door, brisk winds hit his face like newly sharpened knives. He slamed the door shut, "Dang." he let a soft laugh escape his lips, "Looks like we're takin' the Shelby for a spin." Shelby Mustang that was. Their father's pride and joy. He never took it out of the garage. He always took it places when they were gone. He started heading for the door leading into the garage from inside of the house. Hopefully the car wouldn't fly off the street. He glanced back at his sister, "You comin?" his voice chimmed through out the house. He opened the door for her, waiting. He'd wait forever for her. . .

xxx. . .But They Don't Really Know What's Going On. . .xxx