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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:08 am
 "Quick! To the Coral cave!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:23 am
 Name: Topher Coral
Nicknames: Bo (He had a stuffed animal sheep as a toddler and it stuck)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5' 11"
Birthday: May 7
Sign: Taurus
Blood Type: B+
Fav. Food: Garlic Bread with ranch dip.
Hated Food: Carrots
School: Meadowview
Gift: Billiards. This stemmed from a young age when his parents realized that contact sports really weren’t for their boy. At his daycare, there was a billiards table that they encouraged him to use to build better hand eye coordination. He turned out to be good; really good. The stick seemed like an extension of his arm so to speak. After this discovery he made this his main lot in life, joining local clubs in or out of school.
When he was actually able to play without having to stand on a chair to reach the table, he started entering competitions for Eight-ball and Nine-ball where he started placing in the top 3 every time. After a lengthy winning streak, he’s exploring and learning about other cue sports to widen his competition opportunities.
Gemstone: Emerald
Virtues –
Truthful – Bo is not one to lie about much of anything. He’s one of those people that greatly believe in the phrase “the truth will set you free.” He figures that the truth may hurt sometimes but it’s better to know than be kept in the dark. If he tells you anything, it is most likely true unless he, himself, heard it wrong.
See, I’ve got this problem… – He likes to say how he’s feeling, what he’s feeling and why he feels that way to anyone who will listen. Bo isn’t the type to brood on anything and he can easily move on from bad things that happened to him. It’s better not to dwell and keep on living life without that burden.
Active! – He’s as energetic as a Border Collie. Bo loves to do anything and everything. When he isn’t playing billiards, you can normally find him bouncing between one thing and the next. He will always be doing something that’s most likely of the fun variety. He's always the one starting random games of tag or semi-skipping everywhere.
Flaws –
Gullible isn’t in the dictionary? REALLY?! – You can most likely get him to believe anything if he doesn’t have any prior knowledge about the subject. Though don’t be surprised if he talks your ear off about how you were in fact wrong that one time you tried to lie to him. He will stop at nothing to prove it to you and educate you on the proper definition or explanation whether or not you want to hear it. He might even bring slides.
Yes. You look fat in that dress – He may be telling the truth but he will say it straight. No sugar coating involved and no idea that it’s probably not the best way to tell someone something. Never ask him a question that you don’t want an direct, honest answer to.
No mute button… – He will talk you into a vow of silence. Everything he does involves TALK. Whether it’s questioning, interrogating, hanging out or just plain boredom, his mouth will be running. “What do you want to do today?” “Where are you going?” “...my pool cue is blue so I was like MOM! This is someone else's pool stick! I mean, my favorite color is blue and it was red. But it doesn't matter. No harm done of course.” “OMG! Are you gonna finish that?” “That is definitely not your color.” “I’m gonna sing the doom song now! Doom doom doom doom doom…”
NOSEY – Being so open with everyone, Bo doesn’t understand why others may not be as open about their own social lives and feelings. He will try his best to pry into others lives just short of stalking. Of course, he wouldn’t comb through your mail or climb through your window but he’s not above blog hopping and watching you on social networking sites. He knows what you did last summer and knows what you’re going to do this summer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:07 pm
 Sailor Taurus: Senshi of Defense!
Challenge:
Attack 1: Defending Castle Fortification!
What it does?: Taurus can create walls. If the wall originates from the ground then it has a maximum height of 12ft. If summoned in air, it is a 6x6 movable square. Both forms are breakable
Attack 2: YOU SHALL NOT PASS
Taurus: Taurus is the second symbol that makes up the Western Zodiac which is derived from the constellation of the same name. This sign is represented by a bull. Taurus is a fixed earth sign and is considered a "negative" or introvert sign. . In ancient times, Taurus was though to be governed by the planet Venus but recent developments first theorized that it is actually governed by Pan-Horus, a minor planet that little is known about but is claimed to be governed by the new planet Sedna until 2023. Either way, the sun is in the house of Taurus from April 20 to May 21.
Taurus is in the second astrological house and is compatible with Virgo, Capricorn and Taurus itself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:36 pm
RP Track: Unfinished Rps[BATTLE] Follow the Leader (Aquarius + Taurus): X[REGULAR] You are so Spoiled (Yvette +Topher): X[REGULAR] No Meanie Butts Please! (Yvette/Topher/Nathan): XFinished rps:~Post BP~[BATTLE] STAMPEDE!!!! (Iris + Taurus): X[BATTLE] Family Bonds and Broken Bones (Lotsa people): X[REGULAR] Cookies and Hospitals (Yvette + Topher) [FIN]: X[REGULAR] Sweets for the Sweet (Yvette + Topher): X[REGULAR ORP] Please Get Better, Daddy: X[BATTLE] Messing with your head (Taurus x Serandite): X[REGULAR] The World is Dead to Me (Yvette x Topher) X~BP~We Were Always Here, Right?: XWork Out: XFree Samples! XA Change of Scenery: XOf Hannibal and Aroma Therapy: XWhat is Happening to Me? XPeople Watching isn't Creepy!: X[BP] Do I smell toilet water? (Yvette + Topher + ???): XSurvivors Filling the Bleachers [ORP Zodiac, survivors] FIN: X[BP] General Taylor (Topher + Hero) [FIN]: X[BP] Now We Are Free (Zodiacs, Survivors) [FINISHED]: ENDABANDONED RPS:[REG] Post-patrol power-snacking. (Topher and Giselle): X[REG] They blinded me with Science (Topher/Alessa): X[BATTLE] Don't Be Late! (Moonstone + Taurus): X[REGULAR] Brothers of Billiards (Elke + Topher]: XSPECIAL/SOLOSurviving the Fire:Quote: As the boy slept, it felt like this was a new beginning. Well, subconsciously so. The night had been the farthest he'd gotten into the head of his closest friend. That little slip of a girl had made everything so much more special. There were prom festivities that needed planning and that's exactly what was going on in Topher's foggy little head. On this night there was no fantastical dreams about how succulent Yvette's flesh tasted. It was all different. Images of her opening the door for him in that beautiful dress, made even more beautiful by the technicolor colors his dream projected. He bowed, kissing her hand and giving her the white rose had hid behind his back. Flashes of her smile. Flashes of them dancing and a dinner by candlelight.
...candles. Burning candles. Brilliant colors and wonderful smells. Lavender...lavender and smoke? SMOKE?!
Topher woke with a start, almost shaking from the assault on his senses. It was bright. Too bright. Everything was bathed in red and black. The boy frantically jumped from his bed, regretting the fact almost immediately as smoke burned his eyes and filled his lungs. Just by that simple action, he was forced to he knees, coughing and sputtering up ash. The fire got closer and closer, crawling up the legs of his desk like some sort of deranged creature trying to gain purchase on an unfamiliar branch before extending long fingers to grab at his floor rug. The cheap tassels igniting one after the other in a perfect line. Blackened tears began to stream down his face as bloodshot eyes fought against the flames to notice something. Anything that could help him. Topher crawled towards the other side of his bed, cough, and trembling from the burning sensation that was traveling down his throat and settling deep in his chest. The flames engulfing his rug seemed to mock him, speeding up and slowing down in time to his movements. It was a race to the trash can. A race to something that would ultimately save his life. If he could just break the window...
The fire was through with this little game. One small cinder jumped onto the wicker trashcan just as his hand reached out. It felt like it was all over. Wicker? What was he thinking? Just then, the demented hand slithering across the desk found it's branch. His candles. The now dried oil quickly melted and began to bubble and blister, popping across the room as burning, rainbow splatter paint. One such drop landed on the boys hand, causing him to jolt up and cry out, cradling his burnt hand.
He could do nothing but gasp, let out small pitiful whimpers and pull his hand into his chest. Throat feeling as if it was closing, eyesight growing hazy, voice nearly gone, there wasn't much he could do but wait. Wait for someone. Wait for something...
In his scan of his room, everything covered in colored wax, one thing caught his eye. The pool stick! It seemed so far away but he couldn't take it any longer. If he could just get to it, all this would be over. The window was toast. If he wasn't so lucky, then at least it would go with him like some sort of memorial service. With what seemed like a burst of adrenaline, he dove for it, shielding the side of his face closest to the flame with a hand. The handle singed his fingers but Topher knew that he had to grin and bear it. This would break the window. This was his ticket out. he knew it.
The first strike against the window made the case bounce back and strike him between his eyes. Topher kept himself up, biting his bottom lip to keep himself composed until it bled. The second strike was harder; more frantic. The third made a satisfying crack.
He would have celebrated and kept bashing it against the window had he not felt an intense burning against his back. The fire really had gotten that close in his haste. One last chance. The boy, tears streaming and evaporating on his cheeks, threw the case as hard as he could against the window, hearing it protest.
One second...
Two seconds...
...and finally the glass whined and caved in on itself with a satisfying smash after what seemed like an eternity, the case rattling on the walkway outside as the hinges snapped from the force. Topher quickly grasped the window sill, pulling himself through bits of broken glass and catching parts of his body on panes that hadn't quite broken completely. None of that mattered as he himself fell to the walkway. The most satisfying cuts, scrapes and burns of his life.
They didn't even hurt, his body completely numb from shock. His fingers reached out to the pool stick, still pristine as when he'd first bought it. A sign that he'd made it out. His mind was too foggy to think of anything else as he stumbled his feet, holding the remains of the case and pool stick against his aching chest. Whatever breath that passed his lips was nothing more than a heaving wheeze as he hobbled away from the window and away from the dorms.
The strange haze from the smoke went back to his dream. His hallucinations. Yvette. A dreamy smile crossed his face as he wobbled across the courtyard towards where he suspected people were gathering.
She would be waiting for him down the hill after he found the medics. That's where she would be. Arms open and waiting for him.
Yvette would be waiting for him...she would be.
He knew it... Quote: Everything was sickeningly quiet just as it had been days ago except the blue-haired boy walking through it was obviously not quite the same. The pain in his finger had radiated down to his thumb, making it twitch and jerk sporadically from the nerve endings refusing to back down. Because of this, the pool stick was in the opposite hand. It was unfamiliar and heavy in his left hand, unable to be balanced on the trained fingers that attached to it like a second elbow. Blood had been running freely from the boy’s nose, nostrils irritated from the thin, dry air mixed with the harsh cinder that was still settling on the ground. Until it stopped his head had been buried in the crook of his arm, the fabric of his striped pajamas still sticky with blood from being an impromptu tissue. His tongue flicked out on instinct to try and moisten his lips but all he achieved was the coppery pang of blood that had yet to be washed off. Topher groaned disgusted beyond all belief at the state he’d let himself get into. What would Yvette say if she saw him? What would his mother say? This wasn’t what this school had promised him. Teenagers weren’t supposed to be left abandoned in the middle of the school year with absolutely no contact with the outside world with some mutated sort of rage going through the students. It was sickening. He’d been promised the most amazing schooling he’d ever had. He’d left everything behind. A mother who needed him, a family that provided for him and a home that would stick together through whatever came their way. This wasn’t what he had in mind when the entire family had sent him here to give him the best chance in the world they could.
“Damn it!” A completely exasperated Topher paced through the hidden garden like some sort of aggravated animal in a cage. Low grumbles, growls and curses accompanied his exaggerated movements, his face contorted into some monstrous version of himself. Hair stuck out even shaggier than ever strung together in great tangles from infrequent washing. Bloodied, bruised and rambling on about nothing, he looked utterly insane.
The blackened ground grew even blacker around his feet like some black hole about to suck him through the ground, a dull crunch breaking him out of his circle of hatred. His jaw went slack as sunken eyes traveled along the ground following the black trail until he noticed something on the ground. Driven by a childish curiosity burning in the back of his brain, he took a staggering step forward.
One step
Another step
Until he reached the object
It was a finger. A human finger. How fitting for the boy who’s hand looked like something that had been stuck in a pencil sharpener for a few moments. He bowed down to look at it closer for once a blank expression melting through his features. It was just like any other finger. Completely and utterly pristine. The nail was French manicured and perfectly cut to proportion. It would have been even more perfect if it had been attached to something. The bottom edge was jagged, the bone of the knuckle sticking out from the flesh of the unfortunate digit.
“Hmmmmm?” His voice was oddly serene as he eyed it like a great work in a museum. Not much had been going through his mind. An oddity but times had changed. Did someone just rip it off and leave it there? He scooted up, noticing fragments of clothing along the way.
He was like Hansel following macabre breadcrumbs to what he figured would be a house of wonder.
Another finger here and there followed by an entire hand., which had been missing all the appropriate fingers. He’d been counting. Finally he reached the main event. As much as he wished it to be a delicious candy house, it was more what was discarded from the witch’s house after her meal.
It was a body or at least, he suspected it once had been. It was twisted around itself, limbs intertwined around their counterpart as if someone had taken the time to do some after death. The flesh was bloated and green, mouth permanently open in a perfect ‘O’ suckling for air that it could never breath, the still remaining hand stuck reaching up towards whoever had been standing there, watching, waiting for them to expire. If he were in his right mind, he would have noticed the lack of smell or the general lack of physical features over the persons “face” beyond the mouth. His eyes traveled over them, walking until he was starring directly down at the upward hand. A lazy, drunken smile spread over his face and a chuckle was itching at his vocal chords.
This person couldn’t make it out. This unidentifiable, nameless, faceless person was stuck here forever, pleading to the sky for relief while he stood there. He still stood there.
The chuckle at the back of his throat became a mirthless laugh, nearly black eyes widening and tearing up from moments of not blinking.
“Keep trying to get out! I dare you!” He quickly blurted out between laughs. “I already tried. If you think you’re going to get relief from this place then you aren’t. None of us are. Not me and not you. This is what hell feels like. This is what hell is. We might as well all be dead…” the laughing dulled into nothing but heaving, vocalized breaths. Vicious knots were taking purchase all throughout his insides, making his stomach twist painfully under stress. This was something he’d convinced himself a long time ago. This was hell. This was a hell that no one was going to escape. He honestly doubted that he was going to get out of it himself. Who was he kidding? He was a scrawny, teenage billiards player who could believe the sky was falling if you had a good argument. He was just lucky. No. He had just gotten lucky. Throughout this whole thing, he was just lucky. The fire, getting away from Yvette and escaping Kimmie had just been lucky breaks. His luck was going to run out someday and he was going to end up like this person here, nameless and faceless in a place that no one cared about.
Topher’s breath began to turn into tearless rattling sobs as he stared down at what he thought he would become. This creepy thing would be him. The same blue eyes and blue hair looking up at him. His hands were shaking; teeth clenched together, eyes blinking rapidly in confusion. On their own accord, thin hands began unscrewing the blue pool cue until the two parts were separated. Somehow, the thinner end of the stick ended up on the ground and he was holding the cue over his head like a club.
He wanted to make it out. This wouldn’t be his body on the ground
The first strike broke the upward hand back against it’s own wrist with a watery crack, fluid leaking from whatever part of the blubbery skin had ripped along the inside of the wrist.
Topher’s sobs continued as he brought the cue back over his head. “No…no…no…no. You didn’t make it out. I will…”
The second strike came down on the twisted arms once again, making them flat against the skin, ripping the skin and soaking the student’s tattered uniform in whatever fluid was leaking from their bloated skin.
There was no disgust and no wavering as the cue came down again and again, sobs turning into tearful, mournful, sobs as he continued. This wasn’t who this was anymore. This was a body put here for his emotional release. In his mind they had his face though; had his eyes. Two big blue marble eyes starring up at him. The pool cue came down once again, breaking the eyes and a wicked Cheshire grin spread split his cheeks as they spider webbed and cracked. This was no longer his face, the blue hair he’d imagined falling from the corpse’s head leaving the creature bald. He wouldn’t be stuck here. He would get out intact without the flesh of his classmates sustaining him. Barren Pines was no longer school. It was hell. His hell and he was like Dante, having to walk through the inferno to reach some sort of redemption.
“I will get out. I will. I will…I will!” accompanied his strikes whenever his lungs and vocal chords could work in unison. He wasn’t sure whom he was trying to convince. He wouldn’t know until the creature under him was beyond recognition, the face caved in and a pool of fluid in the crater where the nose should have been. His own nose were bleeding profusely again, blood dripping into the stagnant puddle.
The moment the hysteria left him, he felt entirely drained, looking down at the damage he’d done to the poor corpse. It’s arms were flanked out at it’s sides, disgusting and disfigured. He sniffed back another round of tears, still staring with blurred vision.
“I’m sorry but…” his voice shook just like his body did as he stepped away from the figure, picking up the other piece of his pool stick. He screwed them back together tightly, completely in his own head. No hysteria. Not thoughts of Yvette. No thoughts of his mother. Nothing. When the two pieces finally protested against being strung together so tightly, he took a moment to inspect it one last time in detail. It was whole again. He was whole again. The boy quickly wiped his face off, blood and all.
“…I’m going home”
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