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Post by Yabvi on Jun 7, 2016 23:30:55 GMT
POWER OF ELEMENTS
Roleplay Thread GM: Spacemanfrommars OOC
The city of Prodagena, a bustling metropolitan city famous for its cleanliness, and it's strict rule system. People within the city call it a utopia, a great city full of happiness and cheer while some others call it a dystopia, the citizens happiness clouding a dark secret. A little rumour has started emerging within Prodagena, mumblings of kids developing with the power to control the elements, but, the mass media quickly worked on disregarding those rumours to be nothing but that, rumours. While in the background an organization is bent on learning all they can learn about these kids, finding them and capturing them. The city is situated on the bay, surrounded by lots of nature & wildlife.
Prodagena is a city that is known for being a technological marvel; But, it still doesn't have flying cars or teleportation devices. Prodagena houses the latest in robotic technology and Holographic Interfaces, but these are reserved for things like hotels and businesses which can acquire these expensive devices.
The sun lies high up in the sky of Prodagena, the beautiful rays basking the city in its warmth. 12pm and the city moving fast. The high street bustled with people: stay at home parents, those with no job, students of all types out of school for the summer holiday, and many others who may occupy the high street. The beach wasn't packed yet, not opening until 1pm. Safe to say, the city was alive.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 8, 2016 1:36:35 GMT
- NICK STRAUSS -
Light trickled down from the high sun, highlighting the cold floor and messy bed of Nick Strauss in his cobbled apartment, his breaths were monotonous, his chest slowly moving up and down, his mind in another place entirely, away from Prodagena , away from the dawning sun and the warm hue of light cast upon the white glow of the city, away from the woodworking, away from himself, away from life in a sense. For the past year, most of his days had been like this, a calm cycle, relaxed, soothing, bouts of euphoria at the occasional event to gently spike life, breathing new air into its lungs. Many people would hate a life that was in a cycle, but Nick longed for it. He loved the occasional customer, the returning friends, beers and barbecues, the occasional downtrodden or uplifting news. He loved to feel the life of the city reverberate around him, the passing man rushing to his job, the mother walking back with her toddler, the couples and the students, and holiday go-getters.
But Nick had his own cocoon of life. The scent of the salmon, the feeling of fresh wood in his palms, the music that gently poured out his earphones or the feeling of the car engine giving its last breaths, prepared for the next journey as he stopped his car in front of his family ranch. Drinks with his friends, and calls from his sister, the beaming smile of the pleased customer. His life was almost scripted to perfection, the way he wanted it, even if it had its ups and downs, even if the bustling city could come intimidate him, he loved it all the same. Yet, with life, this precious entity, there existed an anomaly. A sword in its hilt lay underneath his bed, childhood memories that bubbled up with the gulps of alcohol, reminding him of who- or what he was. Memories and possessions that could not be quelled no matter how hard he tried. He stirred in his slumber, a soft groan of resistance escaping his lips, as he felt himself begin to resurface, no longer drowning in the iota of what his life was, what his life could be.
Nick, was something special, something and someone that was a force of nature, that was more like others than he could ever believe, and as he sat now, dark hairs almost tickled by the sunlight, he could feel it, awoken air coming back through his lungs, his senses reuniting with reality. For no matter how he attempted to hide such thoughts, the anomalies would show and the cracks would appear, growing with every passing second, no matter how much his heart thumped at the thought or his mind raced with regret, for this would be the story of Nick Strauss; awakened. His grey eyes opened.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 8, 2016 7:54:26 GMT
- NATHAN STONE - The Bitter Pot was, at least among the university students of Prodagena, the premier establishment to visit should one be looking for a bite to eat and a cup of good coffee. Decent prices, friendly service, and food that didn't taste like grease made the diner stand out among its competitors. The biggest downside of eating here was the double-edged sword that came with such popularity; since rumours of the diner's quality had spread like wildfire, finding a table during busy lunch hours was a Herculean task. Luckily for one particular diner, he'd decided to value good food over a boring lecture, and headed to the bitter Pot early in order to secure a booth seat - still difficult even when arriving earlier than the midday rush - and was now happily sipping on a lukewarm mochaccino he'd been nursing for near on half an hour. Nathan Stone's appetite wasn't particularly large, which made him question why he even bothered in the first place, but the atmosphere that the now crowded diner gave off while his fellow students enjoyed whatever time they could find here at least justified his decision a little. It was always worth the effort to unwind, even if it meant he'd be drinking room-temperature coffee for lunch. He leaned back and sighed. His mind was uncharacteristically relaxed, and Nathan found himself spacing out, daydreaming a little as he waited for the minutes to tick by until he had actually had a place to be. All in all, it was looking to be a pleasant afternoon.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 8, 2016 18:09:06 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Carrying a thick black binder, carefully organised with appropriate labels, a young man entered the famed Bitter Pot diner. His pale skin apparently a little saturated from the sun, he looked around for a place to sit. Though benefiting slightly from his above-average height, the establishment was completely full. Overwhelmed by the apparent heat, the brown-haired student unbuttoned his red plaid shirt, further revealing the white t-shirt that lay underneath. He confidently made his way across the diner, scanning for the off free seat. Unfortunately, no such item was found, though he did come across two tables next to one another. On the first sat a blonde haired woman, seemingly in her own world. On the other, a much taller, less pasty man, with black hair and striking emerald eyes. He almost went to the man, to ask to sit with him whilst he organised his notes, but spotting peculiar burn patches along the sleeves of his black hoodie put him off. Instead, he approached the woman, clearing his throat to get her attention, "Sorry if I'm disturbing you," he gestured with his head to the seat free, opposite to her side of the table, "but nowhere else is available. Mind if I sit there? I won't be too much of a nuisance, I promise."
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Post by Zircon on Jun 8, 2016 20:07:12 GMT
- SETH MCCLAIN -Seth woke up in his messy bedroom. It was odd, it usually wasn't messy. He currently had no shirt on, and a pair of black athletic shorts. He threw a tank top on, as well as his glasses, and cleaned his room up. After that, he took a shower. Then, he put his favorite shirt on- His red & white long sleeve. He also threw a pair of dark blue jeans and socks on. He went out to the living room of his apartment. It was a nice apartment- his 3rd one actually. His dad originally had a shitty, small apartment. The second one was middle class, not bad, not good. Finally, this apartment, which he got a year ago, a few months after his dad became a surgeon and started earning a lot more money. He went to the kitchen, where there was a note on the fridge. "Please get breakfast stuff, we're out. Also, get milk please." He sighed. He would have to come back and make breakfast later- Even though it was.. almost 12. He went back to his room, putting deodorant on under his shirt, and styling his hair. He threw his sneakers on, grabbed his phone, and headed down to the main lobby, going outside. He walked for a few minutes, waiting at a bus stop.
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 20:09:50 GMT
Nicky stood on the edge of the rock, her feet were stiff with the cold as she stretched her tired back downwards hands touching the cold surface either side of her feet. She looked back the beach below held hardly a living soul, just the way she liked it. With that last glance to check no one was coming to have a go at her she dived in a geriatric spring into the cool waves a decent distance below.
It was still cold in the water like on the rock but as her arms traced the patterns she had ingrained into her muscles through days of practice she began to heat up to enjoy the fight with the ebb and flow of the sea. She shouldn't really be here this morning, she was meant to be going with her mum to do some shopping in an hour but the yearning had been too great. Just one little race to the buoy and back would be quick enough. Her mum would forgive her for wet hair as long as she was on time. She eased forward diving a little under the water after inhaling a little oxygen to keep her going, she didn't start to surface till she was within range of her target.
Something was wrong, the buoy had got loose from its powerful mooring somehow and it swung nastily into the side of her head. She wasn't fully unconscious but her limbs became limper and she began to sink gently with no signs of trouble into the deep dark of the sea.
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Post by EpicBuffalo on Jun 8, 2016 20:34:17 GMT
"Excuse me, Miss?"
A seemingly ethereal voice echoed through May's tired and shaken head as she groggily opened her eyes. Waking to the sight of her borrowed library files on the laminate wooden desk, laden with paper on top, whilst the bottom, coated in questionable substances. A yawn radiated from May as she arched backwards to stretch her back. Unfortunately for her, instead of a calm awakening, she was greeted with the stern look of the textbook librarian. Thin, raspy hair and sharp rectangular spectacles over a large nose and beady eyes, much like a hawk.
"This is a library. For learning!" the librarian crowed in anger. "If you aren't going to take reading seriously, then I suggest you leave."
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May jumped up, feeling ashamed at showing such uncouth behaviour in a public facility. "Oh my! I'm so sorry madam!" She apologised profusely as she hopped out of her chair and onto her feet to become level with the woman. "I don't want your apologies, I want you gone." the crow replied.
May's eyes immediately filled with tears before turning to a scowl. Without warning, she snatched up her supplies, including the files she had not yet booked out of the library. Luckily, the librarian payed no attention, simply smugly smiling as May obliviously, yet accidentally, stole private documents.
May's walk of shame led her to the revolving doors of the library, and she stepped out into the busy peak-hour street. Buildings rose high and the hit of scented Prodagena air invaded her nostrils. Her hair stood on end as she shivered. The air was nothing like the fresh aloe air that she remembered from home.
Before she could take another step, the sensors at the doors of the library alarmed with high frequency piercing sirens. May swivelled in shock as pedestrians stared. "What's goin' on!" A familiar voice cried as the librarians old head stuck out of a window much like E.T. The hag's sentry-like eyes darted straight onto May and narrowed. "You..."
May's heart quickly raced. What had she done? What would become of her? She would be known as library-theft girl for the rest of her life!
Before another second could pass, May found herself sprinting will all her might through the streets of Prodagena, her lungs ventilating at rapid speeds. After what seemed like an eternity, May slowed down as she could no longer run whilst encumbered with her heavy backpack encumbering her. Small beads of sweat trickled like blood down her face as she regained composure. Her overreaction had garnered more confused glares from the public, yet she was unaware of the judgemental looks as she managed to continue walking, acting as though nothing had happened prior to her appearing on the streets.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 8, 2016 21:15:02 GMT
- NICK STRAUSS -
His daily routine brought back the paraphernalia to his mind, quaking the realizations in his mind, turning them into fragments which he would only confront as iotas, overwhelmed by that same routine. He made his coffee, cooked his breakfast, checked through any calls or simply – contact. He seemed to have customer sending the specifications for a new bedroom table that they had requested a few days ago now. Looking over the email, Nick smiled somewhat, glad he managed to find some closure on that.
“I better get to work,” he muttered, already dressed and finishing off what little dregs of food he had left on his plate before getting everything he needed, finding himself locking the apartment door behind him only ten minutes later. Hands in his pockets, he was walking down the stairs, his hat still on his head, covering most of his messy hair, wearing jeans and his pale dark blue shirt with white sleeves. It took him a while, but he was finally at work, the woodwork shop set up and he was ready to go into the back, his apron tightly wrapped around him, ready to work on the next project. At last, he was somewhat content from the odd thoughts that troubled him in the morning, to just distract himself and get himself back to work, what he believed was his rightful place, only that some underlying repressed feeling let him know, that it wasn't.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 8, 2016 21:23:26 GMT
- Swan Skade - Swan sat in her own troubled thoughts at the Bitter Pot, one of her favoured diners to eat at on her days off. This day was supposed to be exactly that; a relaxing day with nothing but a cup of cocoa to hold on to, looking out of the diner’s windows to see if any handsome blokes in their Ferraris stopped across the street. But today she had no such luck; she’d gotten a table far from the window and sat with a twitching foot as she tried to think of something, anything, which could make her resist stopping by the park after her lunch. Maybe she could go for a jog? Explore the limits of her ability- but that might again require her going to the park, the place she was trying to avoid in the first place. She sighed a little and glimpsed around the café, at first not noticing the chap heading for her table. Instead she took in the bustling but not stressful atmosphere, beautifully accompanied by T-Swizzle’s latest single ‘Begin Again’. It was almost euphoric, the way the melody promised another start, something new yet almost an inevitable repeat of what the artist expected to be another failed relationship. In many ways Swan could relate to this, but she had no time to reevaluate her life as a student in a red plaid shirt cleared his throat nodded to the seat opposite her. “Sure.” She said with a surprised smile and moved the cup of hot chocolate closer to her, as if it would take up less space on the nearly empty table if she moved it a bit. Though she didn’t hope or feel the need for a conversation, maybe the stranger could be a useful distraction to her ever-wandering mind.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 8, 2016 21:44:11 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Sitting down, whilst being cautious not to disturb the soft atmosphere that surrounded the environment, the young man couldn't help but smirk as he caught the familiar, welcoming scent of hot chocolate. He nodded as the stranger retreated her mug before placing his binder beside him. He opened it up, to begin collecting relevant notes for his lectures, before a feather dropped out from the side. The slow, graceful descent of the pure white feather stretched out the brief seconds it was airborne to appear as if they were years. To the owner, however, this was just something that happened as it had done before. In that moment, a gentle breeze circulated around the vicinity, not enough to feel out of place, yet still noticeable. As soon as it rested, he snatched it from the table and tucked it into a plastic wallet that hooked to the black folder. He store at the folder for a few seconds, as the breeze began to calm. He wondered if anyone would pick up, but quickly came to the conclusion that whether someone did or did not know was irrelevant. If they realised what the source of such a gust was, then they would potentially be discreet, if not passive. If they didn't, then there was nothing else to say. Turning his attention from the self-located subtle change in atmosphere, the young man instead focused to the slightly awkward situation laid before him. He was a stranger who had asked if he could sit down, and since silence had ensued as the woman opposite seemingly recoiled in her seat. He decided to rectify this, partly because he found it practical to diffuse any tension (as a build up would result in a trying encounter, most likely), but also because there was something intriguing about how distant the individual opposite was. He looked to his knees, then smiled faintly and spoke with a confident, yet respectably quiet voice, "I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?" he held out his hand for the woman to shake, "Dante Anderson. It's nice to meet you."
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 8, 2016 22:29:41 GMT
The moment lasted only a couple of seconds, but Swan definitely felt the weak surge of air pass the table, which in turn seemingly came from… ’Nah, I’m imagining things again.’
Yet the individual perked her interest; for some reason he carried a white feather around with him, an avid bird fan perhaps? Swan blinked and pulled what she hoped came across as a slightly warm smile. It was unusual, an odd gesture she rarely indulged in, to introduce herself to strangers sitting down at her table.
Still, the man seemed well-mannered and careful not to intrude too much on her personal space, something Swan appreciated as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too. My name is Swan Skade,” she pulled the cup of cocoa even a little closer before asking in a curious tone, “so, err- nice feather. Why do you carry it around?”
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 8, 2016 22:43:19 GMT
Her mouth slack Nicky was starting to fill up with water. She felt so tiny any helpless as though she could do nothing as the water took her as its own. Yet as it took her she took the water into herself and found they had some common ground. She managed to get her hands to move and with one not very powerful flick of her wrist she began to hurtle upwards.
It was a weird rush as the water around her did all the pushing her so hard that she didn't just surface she was launched into the air.The water caught her gently as gravity brought her down from the air still dazed as more water drew itself up from her throat and back out into the sea. She was confused, but her body wasn't. She somehow got back to the beach and back into her clothes. All was a blur as the only memory that held her attention was the darkness and the sudden rush that came from the deep.
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Post by Zircon on Jun 9, 2016 0:11:04 GMT
- SETH MCCLAIN - As the bus pulled up to the bus stop and the doors opened, he stepped inside. He pulled his wallet out, taking a dollar and a quarter from it and putting them into the slot thingy. He put his wallet away, and sat next to the window, somewhat near the back of the bus. The bus started off slowly, pulling out towards the street. The bus smelled like puke and piss. Not a good combination. He opened the bus window, and looked at stuff on the side of the street as the bus drove.
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Post by Arbor on Jun 9, 2016 0:34:37 GMT
Pulling her hood up to cover her face from anyone watching, the young woman darted out of the alley and into the bustling streets. Careful not to draw attention to herself, she darted through the moving crowds in the shadows of the towers around her. A rucksack, slung over one shoulder, contained her ill-gotten gains from the early morning's activities, and despite her caution Wren was in a good mood. A well-off businessman, out of town and out of home, had left his high rise apartment sadly open to her intrusion- he'd return to an empty safe and a looted home. It would barely dent his own wealth, if his home was any indication of income, but for Wren such a haul meant hot dinners and comfort for a couple of weeks.
Sure, it had been hard climbing the building and melting through the window, but she couldn't help but grin as she hopped onto a passing bus, off the street and away from possible suspicion. Falling into a seat and leaning back into the soft fabric, she closed her eyes and began to relax. Just then, her rumbling stomach made its displeasure clear, and she gritted her teeth. She didn't much care where she was going to get off her journey- she just wanted good food when she got there.
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Post by Zircon on Jun 9, 2016 0:46:49 GMT
- SETH MCCLAIN - He looked to the front of the bus, which had stopped for a minute to let someone off. As the person got off, someone new got on. They had pale brown hair, and brown eyes. She was wearing a torn up hoodie, and jeans. She also had a golden ring. He watched her take a seat. He was curious about who she was. He glanced over at her a few minutes later, but then returned his gaze to the scenes outside the window.
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