We are a literate roleplay that takes place far in the future. The world has accepted the idea of the empowered but others still have their ill opinions about them. They point at the empowered and their school to place the blame for the rogues and their monsters. Countries have fallen apart though not at the fault of the rogues but at their own accord while others have picked up their pieces. Become a student and learn about your powers or be a teacher to teach your knowledge. Keep the world safe for the younger empowered and the humans who can't defend themselves.
Census
Students
Teachers
Empowered
Rogues
Monsters
Humans
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[style=line-height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 62px; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 454545;]THE POET[/style][style=letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: georgia; color: 686868; font-size:22px; margin-top:-10px; line-height: 32px;]AND THE PENDULUM[/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-weight: light; font-size: 10px; color: 686868; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; line-height: 8px; margin-top: -8px;]forgive me, I have but two faces one for the world, one for god, save me[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size:9px; line-height: 11px; font-family: tahoma; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border-top: 1px dotted #454545; border-bottom: 1px dotted #454545;] The sounds of groaning and whining permeated through the air of the campus. The eyes of the students and faculty alike looked around, trying to figure out where the painful assault to their ears came from. One even pondered on if a child was allowed on campus for it sounded like a young child’s protesting his mother from taking them anywhere ‘unfun’. Of course, you could imagine the surprise on each and everyones face as their eyes didn’t land on a little boy or a child, but instead a full grown teenager dressed in the most peculiar clothes with a packet of papers tucked underneath her arm standing a full 3 yards away from the library. Her eyes shifting around and a frown that seemed set in stone as she let loose yet another whine after staring at the library for a while and while the spectators were curious, confused, and downright baffled, they continued on their way knowing they had far better things to be concerned about than a strange young girl.
Her name was Skittles, an ironic name given that her hair was as colorless as it can get, but her clothes seemed to fit perfectly and would no less alert the fashion police. Her shirt was a thin blouse that had what looked like rainbows lined up and going across her shirt horizontally and in the front were 5 nyan cats lined up vertically. Her jeans are far less lively but no less excessive with their dark red coloration, then to top it all off she wore deep purple converse.
Skittles ignored the stares that were certainly trained upon her as she continued her strange actions but she simply did not care! Ok well actually, she didn’t notice, not a bit. She doesn’t think these actions are strange of a teenager for these days, she thinks what she is doing is entirely acceptable. BUT EVEN IF SHE DID NOTICE!! She would not care because its too bothersome to change… Ignore her morals and lets move on. Looking at the library, she felt torn. To be honest, not once since she had got here to the school had she stepped inside the library and there was a small thought in the back of her mind that the moment she walked through those doors that she would burst into flames at the spot! Its highly likely in her mind. She doesn’t write, she doesn’t read, she is super loud!! That’s like everything the library was made to go against! So why did she feel torn? The packet of white neat papers she has belongs to a friend who had asked her to fetch the papers and give it to her in the library before her next class started which was in 7 minutes. If she didn’t get them to her, she would be a horrible friend but still…the library…. BUT IT WAS HER FRIEND!
With that thought, she finally sucked up whatever childish preconceptions she had and briskly walked through the door holding her breath and closing her eyes, somehow expecting the oncoming of intense heat from spontaneous combustion but as she continued, the only heat she felt belonged to the buildings heating system. With a sigh of relief, she raised her head proud and allowed herself to take on a rather annoying looking smile that seemed to say ‘Haha! I survived~!’ in a teasing tone but otherwise hurried herself to the location of her friend.
“Trina!” She yelled but was quickly shushed by the surrounding individuals including a stern look from the librarian who was like 30 feet away!! Skittles pretended to ignore them but it was obvious she was affected and in a loud whisper while walking slowly as if the motion had something to do with her loudness, she said her name again. “Trina!”
The said girl looked up from her book to find her friend with the paper tucked under her arm and quickly got up and tore the papers away from her. “Geez! You don’t go tucking papers under your arm! You could crinkle it.” She whispered aggressively, brushing the obviously pristine papers as if to get rid of some disease before she looked back at Skittles with an accusing eye.
“And you are late! I told you to be here a minute ago! Now I have to run to my next class!” She whined out herself, bending down to pick up a bag that was lying next to her sofa chair and briskly walking off and out of the library. This time, Skittles was truly unaffected and just smiled and waved issuing a small good bye but once that was done, she wondered what to do. She was in here and she wasn’t burning to a crisp, yet. Might as well see what else could be done and looked around, her red eyes finally settling on the chair her friend was sitting in. With a grin she turned around, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to fall, sinking into the comfortable cushion sofa chair.
“Ahh this feels nice!” She exclaimed once more only to be abruptly shushed by those reading nearby.
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Post by CAPRICIA GIOVANNI on Nov 27, 2012 20:09:39 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 5px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.com/patterns/dark_wall.png); padding: 17px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #FF4D00; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #495454;][STYLE=font-size: 60px; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: 8 -5 0 5;]N[/style]ow I must admit that I have played a part,[/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; margin: 0 10 5 60; line-height: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #FF4D00; text-align: justify; opacity: .9;]In the way that things have gotten out of hand But it's escalated almost to an art I want to fix him but I don't think I can I'm falling deep into a pit of vipers Ov``er me, over me and I can't break free Secrets run deep when you're in a pit of vipers Slithering, whispering, feel the venom poisoning me[/style][STYLE=padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px dashed #FF4D00; border-bottom: 1px dashed #FF4D00; border-radius: 10; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #cccccc; margin: 5 0 0 50; padding-bottom: 60px;]Dumbfounded looks were sent her way as soon as Capricia stepped inside the library. She didn’t blame them, though, after staring at all those words for so long, her beautiful face was definitely a sight for sore eyes……or, it might be the dozen of pies she was carrying on her hands…
Nah. The blonde shook her head inwardly and decided that it was definitely the former. How could be pies be more interesting than her? They were just normal, plain cream pies that she picked up from a bake sale just outside the campus. As for why she was there instead of in class like she should be… well, someone had to help the – what was the bake sale for again? The wild life restoration or some shit like that. She couldn’t really remember, though personally Capricia never saw the point. Don’t get her wrong, she was all for the whole giving-back-to-nature dealio, but survival of the fittest, no?
It wasn’t often that the blonde set foot into the library. Actually, she had only ever been in there once to hide from a furious nurse. It was the perfect hiding place for her back then, since no one had ever expected her to be anywhere near books that were even remotely educational… which would be a little insulting, really, if she cared enough about what other people think. This time thought, she was simply passing through since it was a shortcut to the dorms.
“Clear the way! Pies coming through! ” Capricia announced as she strode down the corridor, the six pies stacked on each of her hands were wobbling dangerously with each step taken. To balance them perfectly required a great amount of her attention. So, in her defense, it was perfectly reasonable for her to overlook and trip over the dainty frame of that student crouched on the ground. The trained reflexes kicked in immediately. Her hands reached down to support the falling weight, head then tucked in as she landed with a brilliant somersault.
The other people, thought, weren't as fortunate. There were panicked shouts and screams as the cream-filled pastries flew into the air and making sickeningly sweet splats all across the room.
“Hmmm, shame.” A pout plastered across her face while Capricia eyed the ruined pies in pity, straightening up from her previous position on one knee, “I was going to share them with Maggie. Well, at least I didn’t get anything on me.” Thought same couldn’t be said for almost everything else in the splash zone.
Post by ALEXANDER BRAND on Dec 17, 2012 23:29:55 GMT -5
As You All Aim To Become Stars In The Sky, Know That I Burn Brighter Than Any Sun
Rhythm guided steps of worn brown leather set a beat, while sonorous notes pounded through his ears like a warm wave. A tortured shock of soft brown hair cascaded across his face, locks shifting with every other stride as he drew close. A saturnine expression plastered across his visage, a darkened purple button up shirt with sleeves rolled for the weather accordingly, and a pair of dark blue jeans bolstered by a belt as dark as pitch. His wardrobe set to the darker hue of grey scale, and his mood none too bright either, he crossed into the library, to if not change the scene more to his liking, then at least to let a few hours expire. His hand flushed against the glass of the door as he slid through, the warm light of outside growing ephemeral as the stagnant and refreshingly cold air, hand in hand with the mind-numbing monotony of the florescent lights, greeted him.
Alexander swiveled his head, a gaze to the left, and one as well to the right. He didn’t really see anything out of place at the library today, but then again he never really saw anything out of place at the library, it was supposed to stay the same as far as he knew. Thick drops of honey scanned as he walked, the world was eerily presented to him without the natural sounds that came with it. The dichotomy created through the world of what he heard through his head-phones and what he saw through amber eyes was enough to engender an environment that was nothing short of strange.
The spontaneous motion tortured his hair alive. Shocks of chilled chocolate burst left and right across his face, scratching light as feathers across his sharpened nose. The sensation of sudden vertigo was an exhilarating one, but not one that he realized was good for him as another fraction of a second sent him reeling forward. The sensation of solid ground below was replaced by a plane of creamy filling as he slid ever so quickly on a pile of pie. He reached out a hand, a lithe set of ivory fingers questing forward in vain, to reach the wall. However, he was unfortunately nowhere near anything that he could safely. A small spark of pain erupted as his head thudded against the ground. A lazy wave of pain soon replaced the spark and saturated the back of his head for what must have been a handful of seconds. After the disarray and mild discomfort faded, he was greeted by a sudden rush of embarrassment and anger emptying into his stomach. The happy tint of the sun was soon replaced with offwhite ceiling base. Two eyes, washed in acidic yellow, soaked in the detail of his situation. Cream on his shoes, the harmony of his music disturbed, a mild headache, and a cacophony of yelling and clattering. This was not the library he wanted.
