םαиcιиɢ ʟιттʟє ғʟαмєs ★ O/A

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【★】 Genre: Action, drama, fantasy, and a lot of other things
【★】 Status: Open and Accepting
【★】 Inspiration: Pure boredom...and techno music for some reason
【★】 Pictures: Photobucket // Picnik // Google// Zerochan
【★】 Created by: Sanctus Dei
【★】 Extra: OOC

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【★】 The Story

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【★】 The Rules

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【★】 The Teens m: 0/3 f: 0/3

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【★】 The Townspeople m: 0/3 f: 0/3

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【★】 The Hunters m: 0/3 f: 0/3

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【★】 Setting

The Month
January ~ February ~ March ~ April~ May ~ June ~ July ~ August ~ September ~ October ~ November ~ December

The 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 ~ 31

The Day
Sunday ~ Monday ~ Tuesday ~ Wednesday ~ Thursday ~ Friday ~ Saturday

The Weather
Hot and a bit humid. Very sunny.

Time of Day
Morning ~ Afternoon ~ Evening

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【★】Open!

...Go ahead and post!

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Siriya Adoray

Usually the first one awake and always the last one asleep, Siriya's life consisted of nothing but work. Work, work, and more work. Somehow she is able to find time for herself and school in her schedule, how she manages that is a miracle even to her. She may not be the oldest in her group, the oldest just a year and a few months older than her, but she did the majority of the work around the house. Which included laundry, and not just hers either. Yeesh. No, she didn't mind, she loved taking care of everyone in her little 'family'. As for this morning she had to get up extra early to make sure everything was ready for something she was sure none of them were really looking forward to: the first day of school. How many schools have they gone to now? Thanks to the government always hunting them down, they've had to switch towns and change schools quite a bit to keep from getting captured and sent back to the labs. It had been about four years now since they escaped, and each time they ran into government people they're deadlier than the last time. Who knows what would happen the next time they ran into them. Siriya shook her head to get rid of those thought. As long as they were together they would be fine, no one was going back to that lab...not if she could help it. And she could, they all could. The only reason they were in that lab in the first place was because they had something normal teens didn't. Powers. They all had a power they could control. Psionic Blast was hers, it came in handy when trying to escape from someone, if she wanted to she could kill someone pretty easily, but the though of killing someone scared her. Don't get the wrong idea though, she won't hesitate to kill someone if it meant protecting her family.

Siriya was, at the moment, standing in the kitchen trying to decide what to make for breakfast. She wasn't the best cook in the house, not even close, but she tried...even though it usually ends in a total disaster. Maybe making breakast...wasn't the best idea...they would either have to make it for themselves or have cereal. She yawned as she left the kitchen and went towards the living room, sitting on the couch once she was there. Everyone's back packs were ready, so she had nothing to do except wake everyone up. If she didn't do that then they probably never would. She sighed as she stood and walked toward the bedrooms, she learned how to wake the others up without making them angry, something she had really learned the hard way. So instead she went towards the next room, and then the next until she reached the last room. Every room she passed would have the door thrown open and the light turned on. "Get up or you're getting ice cold water dumped on you!" She shouted as she made her way back to the living room. Oh, she was serious. Of course she wouldn't do that to them...well maybe, depends on the person. Once back in the living room, she sat back on the couch, turned on to tv, and decided to watch the news until everyone, hopefully, woke up. Sadly the only things on the news were about things that put her in a terrible mood, like war, death, sickness, natural disasters, you name it... Siriya glared at the tv for a moment before switching it off and sitting in silence, which didn't work for her. She stood up quickly and walked over to the ipod dock that she always had sitting in the living room. She needed happy music, and to her, happy music meant techno music. Call her weird, but she loved the stuff. The first song that came up was actually the perfect song to put her in a great mood, and the song was...Caramelldansen. Shut up. The only time she listened to this song was when she was with the other girls or when she needed to cheer up. Scarily enough, she could actually do the dance to it. It was fun, so why not? And it was adorable. Yeah, Siriya acted like a kid sometimes. Once the song started playing she smiled and sat back on the couch, not about to get caught dancing to it.

Even though no one had entered the living room yet, she knew that they were at least a little awake now. Not very easy sleeping with your door open and the lights on. Siri tried it before and it just wouldn't work. A lot of things didn't work for her with the way things were, couldn't even use her powers without getting a migrane from hell. Siriya sighed as the music stopped. It had been able to bring her mood up a little, but not that much...which meant she would have to probably put on a smile. It was something she had been doing more and more of these days, only because she didn't want to worry the others. Same with saying that she's fine even when she feels like her head is being split in half by the migranes she gets from her powers. Talk about a pain in the a**. The powers were useful, that much was true, and it wasn't that they were hard to use or anything...she just didn't like using them cause, in the end, she knows that someone would be worried about her. Didn't matter who it was really, she just didn't want people to worry about her when they had no reason to. Another sigh as the music kept playing. Probably would have been a good idea to take it off repeat, but whatever. Anyone could shut it off if they wanted, she didn't care.

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[Lord Woolsley]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✘- - - Noah ✖ Ⓚ ｅ ｎ ｎ ｅ ｄ ｙ ✔
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✗ No matter how many times I think about it,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt will be hard to forget you.

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xxxxx✖ Noah Kennedy was never much a morning person. Sleeping was one of his favorite activities. The longer he slept, the better he felt. He was wrapped up in a big, fluffy, white comforter, and nothing could be sweeter. He yawned, but didn't move. He was in the middle of willing himself back to sleep, when his door flew open, and a familiar voice called to wake him up. He shook his head in refusal, and rolled over. Sure, he had learned not to mess with the others' orders, but nothing could pull him away from his bed. Well, there was one thing. A grumble shook his stomach, and the empty feeling echoed through his body. He was hungry, and Noah's stomach always came first.
xxxxx✖ Noah unwrapped himself, and pulled the comfort over his head, making it a hooded cape. He yawned again and rubbed his eyes. The day's plans entered his mind as he adjusted his eyes to the morning light. He didn't want to go to school, but he knew that it was what they all needed. To be normal. But Noah knew he could never be normal. He could see the lives of everyone around him. He saw the abuse, he saw the violence, and he saw the pain. Noah could erase those memories, if he wanted, but he could never undo what had already been done. He was the medication taken to relieve the pain, but not the cure. Yes, school would be bad, but the Lab would always be worse.
xxxxx✖ His bare feet slid across the cold wood floors, as Noah exited his room, and made his way down the hall. He passed the rooms of each one of his family members. They were his only memories, and the only thing that mattered to him in this world that penetrated his mind with its hate. No matter how hard it was, it was better with the reminder that five others understood how he felt and were by his side.
xxxxx✖ Noah pulled himself into the kitchen, and inspected the counter tops. He blinked, expecting pancakes,eggs, or some other breakfast food to appear, but there was nothing. He groaned, and buried himself further into his homemade cloak. He thought over his options before acknowledging the music coming from the living room. He followed the sound and found Siriya. He walked to the couch beside her, and threw himself on it. "I'm hungry. Feed me." he said, his voice muffled. Noah really couldn't live without his family.

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xxxxx✓ I don’t think I can forget you.

❝ ☁ The ~ Memory Manipulator/Reader ✉ ❞xxx

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I c a n r e a d y o u l i k e a b o o k • • •

★ ☆ - - ⇨ A r i n ♥ Elizabeth Sano

• • • S o d o n ' t e v e n t r y t o h i d e f r o m m e .

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The pale skinned female lay in bed, feeling her dreams leave her, and then awoke. Not immediately, but she could feel that she was in her bed, covered by a few rumpled bedsheets. Her eyes opened to reveal blue, almost teal eyes, much like the colour of her hair. A yawn escaped her mouth, as she covered it with a single hand, and stretched, as the door to her room swung open, a familiar voice coming from somewhere else inside the house. 'Siriya.' she thought, a smile gracing her features.

Arin pushed herself off the bed, feeling around for her pair of pale red glasses before throwing on the pieces of clothing that were laid out. Going to the washroom, she brushed her teeth and went about her other daily routines. After she was done with that, she exhaled, feeling the minty freshness in her mouth. It was a tingling sensation, a pleasant feeling, something that made her mornings better. She wasn't a morning person, since she preferred the night, but they weren't so terrible.

Walking down the halls, she dragged her fingers along the walls, sometimes hitting the doors to the other members of this house, her family, although not by blood. Small memories flashed through her mind, some recent, of last night when they stumbled back to rest, others were from a farther behind time. There was a reason for all of this that she was experiencing. 'Ah yes, psychometry.' she thought, almost bitterly. Arin had been reminded of yet again, her special powers which had people after her. Although not everything that had come from it was bad. At least, she had people she could keep for companionship, someone to talk to. Without that, she swore she might have gone mad long ago.

Soon enough, Arin had reached the kitchen, where most likely, there would be nothing prepared to eat. She doubted that the majority of them would be able to wake up quickly, as they weren't well known to be the most early risers. Exploring the kitchen for a bit, she felt around, not being able to find a certain type of cereal where it usually was. A couple of touches around the room, and she was able to locate it in a cupboard. Sometimes, her powers managed to come in handy, although they had limited uses. She only saw the future of an object if she exerted a bit of effort, and it usually only worked if she came in contact with it. Not that she ever really used her powers for anything except locating other things, or who stole her pudding from the refrigerator.

Arin ate the small bowl of cereal she made quickly, finishing up and throwing her dishes into the sink which she began to wash. After completing that little activity, she went to the source of the music, which she had overheard while eating. Sure enough, Siriya, and surprisingly Noah, were there.

"I know how much you love this song, but right in the morning?" she said with a lopsided grin, a laugh escaping her lips. Arin sank into the couch, sitting beside Noah while letting out a small sigh. Another day at school, another day to get through without being captured by those stupid scientists who treated her, and her family like lab rats. She turned her head, her eyes glancing over at the two, searching for something to say, before she remembered hearing Noah ask about food.

"If you're good with cereal, I'll make it for you. Then again, you would've made it yourself, so I guess not." Arin replied to his statement, an almost sad smile on her face. She wished she could help out a bit more, but while she could make simple things, she wasn't known as the most successful chef with other things.

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