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EXIII Round 1: SomethingAs Rowan followed Keira out, Hawkins stared after them for a moment, frozen in shock that two of the people she’s long written about, visualized in her mind were actually there, she spoke to them, touched Rowan and they were so real, questions buzzed around in her mind most asking how? Shaking herself out of it, Hawkins grabbed her hammer and followed the two out smiling as she noticed Rowan waiting for her to catch up. As the trio walked about the city, Hawkins noted it was almost like being in Los Angeles or even Las Vegas, Sin City in its glory, the neon lights, rundown buildings, huge structures and people, creatures and souls of all walks of life or is it death? Wandering about.
Hawkins clutched her hammer closer to her body as she walked with Rowan and Keira through the streets of Nothing. Keira analyzed every building, every person they passed, noting possible dangers and assessing if there were any immediate threats. “So Hawkins was it?” she glanced to the you
Clan Wavecrashers Clan Leader
Name: Artemisia "Art" or "Ally" King.
Height:5 ft. 8
Weight: 130 lbs
Weapons and abilities: A very skilled water magi, able to create spheres of water or water spouts, and like her namesake is a naval commander able to understand the many 'moods' of the ocean. Art wields a trident that can be disguised as a surfboard.
Description: long dark brown hair and ocean blue eyes. She usually wears https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&biw=1536&bih=741&site=imghp&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=300+rise+of+an+empire+artemisia&oq=300+rise+of+an+empire+a&gs_l=img.1.0.0l10.97565.105385.0.107522.214.171.124.126.96.36.199.1019.0j7j1.8.0....0...1c.1.48.img..3.20.1167.VBuxmycdvGQ#facrc=_&imgdii=_&imgrc=qeieF9-NgTBoQM%253A%3BeZyn-IRui47QhM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fww1.hdnux.com%252Fphotos%252F26%252F64%252F16%252F5981112%252F3%252F628x471.jpg%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.sfgate.com%252Fmovies%252Farticle%252F300-Rise-of-an-Empire-review-Not-a-seq
EX III Audtion: Hammer TimeHammer Time
High above the city of London, perched up on a roof sat a petite young woman, her pale skin illuminated by the moon light, her raven hair flowing with the wind and her piercing blue grey eyes fixed on the movements of the security guards patrolling the museum just a few buildings away. She grinned wolfishly as she timed their movements to near perfection at least in her mind and she pulled out a stop watch. “Eight minutes and forty five seconds, thinks she can beat my record now does she? I’ll be done in eight flat…damn that woman for challenging me.” She chuckled as she jumped from her perch, landing gracefully on the roof below.
The woman pocketed her watch once again, preparing to jump to her destination as her phone vibrated. “Whoever it is, this best be good or I’ll be highly unhappy…” She answered icily, tapping her foot in impatience. “Gran I know you’re busy but we really need you back at the house.
ColorRed: Anger, rage, and fury course through me. I am ready to strike, I will strike and mercy shall be lost. I will push back harder, yell no scream louder and you will know my wrath.
Blue: Calm, serenity, protection and peace. I’m relaxed, more perceptive and willing to listen. My loyalty is steadfast and I will protect what I hold dear.
Black: Darkness, silence, ‘evil’. The dark is consuming, the silence nearly breaks me and you label me as evil. Just because someone stumbles and falls doesn’t mean they have lost their way, you just walked away when I needed your guidance the most.
Purple: Regal, power, the crown upon my head. I regained my crown, my voice and have regained the power that was lost to me so long ago.
White: Pure, unyielding, light and acceptance. I finally accepted myself and walk in both shadow and light. My resolve unwavering and I shall not yield in times of crisis or hardship. Hope is pure and I continue to hope, to believe there is always so
EX III: The NegotiatorDEMOGRAPHICS
Name: Rowan Black McCall
Species: Wolven (type of werewolf immune to effects of the moon, can change at will),
Primary Language: English
Height: 6' 2”
Weight: Average, healthy
Build: Athletic and muscular
Hair: Dark brown, a bit shaggy.
Eyes: blue green, will flash silver for wolf side.
Clothes: Black button up, jeans, and combat boots.
Demeanor: Rowan is a very calm and laid back kind of guy. He’s very patient and will wait things out before interfering, stepping in or finishing something. He’s a true gentleman and can be seen often opening the doors for ladies, acting respectful and actually listening.
Speech patterns: He’s usually very polite to those he doesn’t know or are in high standing, he can be very casual as well though. He chooses his words carefully more often than not. Has a Manchester accent with a slight Scottish undertone he picked up from his grandfather.
EXIII: The GrifterDEMOGRAPHICS
Name: Keira Black
Age: 200? Appears 24
Species: Wolven (type of werewolf immune to effects of the moon, can change at will in other words)
Primary Language: English
Height: 5' 4”
Weight: Average to slightly under weight
Build: Athletic and skinny, subtle hourglass with size C bust
Hair: Black, long and straight going to her mid back
Eyes: blue gray, will flash yellow for her wolf side
Clothes: White tank top, black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans, combat boots, and crescent moon shaped necklace.
Demeanor: Snarky, sarcastic, brooding, Keira is the type to appear calm however on the inside is most likely either figuring out how to kill you, trying to read you, or tuning you out. She’s confident and usually smirking, almost always reading your body language and head strong.
Speech patterns: She’ll be as polite as she feels like other than that she usually speaks what she means. She can however say wha
EXIII The WriterDEMOGRAPHICS
Primary Language: English
Height: 5' 1”
Build: slight hourglass, muscular
Skin: slight tan
Hair: Brown, down to the shoulder blades, slightly wavey but mostly straight
Eyes: brown, varies between light and dark.
Clothes: was taken wearing a black tank top, skinny jeans, converse shoes. Hair down most likely, wearing evanescence necklace and of course underwear.
Demeanor: Usually quiet and has a serious face. Keeps a relaxed posture or stance and smirks more often than not.
Speech patterns: Bit quiet, will switch between English, Scottish, Australian and regular Californian accent. Picks words carefully most the time.
Overview: When around people I don’t know I can come off as quiet but when I do know you I still am, just will more often crack jokes and sarcastic remarks. I’m, loyal to a fault and would jump in front of a bus for anyon
How to Piss Off Sam Black McCall1) Exist
2) Remind her of her mother Keira.
4) Look at her funny. (any look can set her off)
5) Botch a job (she's a thief and would not take kindly to any screw ups)
6) Hurt her sons Rowan and Jason or her sister Amy
8) Call her insane, crazy, stupid, botch etc (she might agree but then she might kill you so good luck~)
9) Telling her no or she can't.
How to Piss Off Keira Black1) Call her Kestrel. This is guaranteed to piss her off instantly.
2) Bring up her childhood, her mother or her father. Again almost instant reaction
3) Bring up her bloodline or family history
4) Threaten her family and loved ones.
5) Call her a mutt, dog or any form of making fun of the fact she's Wolven. (especially not advised to call her England's lap dog or the Queen's bitch...baaad idea)
6) Try to take away her freedom.
7) Try telling her what to do. She has issues with most authority.
8) Hurt, physically or emotionally anyone she cares about.
9) Flirt with someone else (only if she's romantically involved with that person)
10) Underestimate her.
11) Betray her in anyway.
12) Shoot her in the head
Silent FilmSilent Film
i watch movies
with the sound turned off.
coffee stains on my couch
as my eyes stare at the screen.
requiem for a dream careen,
carom off broad pupils
as the air conditioning
converses with shadows.
light bouncing off glass--
it’s the only lively thing here.
sitting on the edge of irony.
loveseat divots as sitting love pivots
and we were just a hiccup
in romanticised gossip rising
from hungry tongues
and parched throats.
as memories kiss me,
i drop the clicker to the carpet.
i haven’t vacuumed in ages.
intravenous inception is a depressant
watching electro-shock therapy
wishing i was thrown into that box.
heavy eyelids scintillate
to a crawl,
my life is a silent film
and i’m bursting like ellen,
suffering from a psychosis cocktail.
coffee and shit mixed in with demons
of a diluted denizen,
disintegrated before riven.
before folding like sara,
bending into origami
and discarded into the shredder.
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
Her name was HeroHer name was Hero,
such a high thing to live up to.
It promised great things for her,
but she was none.
well, none except one.
She was a small girl,
Who always bowed down to others,
was looked down upon by others,
spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison.
Her name was Hero.
She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope,
the indifferent slice of the knife,
the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life.
She was grey.
And every day she looked into the great abyss of social media,
and she was popular.
She couldn't escape her fate even when in the perpetual twilight of her neglected room
where grey walls met grey floors through a hidden door.
But she endured.
Her name was Hero,
and when she graduated from the class of "we made it" and "Embrace the hate",
Until one da
twenty-twoyou aren't supposed to bury your children.
but if you're the one that killed them,
i guess it doesn't matter
HappyWake up be positive
Going to have an amazing day
Watching my babies is going to be a joy
Even if I have to force myself I am going to be happy today
Not going to worry about anything but being with my little family
Contest - Create a World unseenI was filled with joy
That soon came to an end
When I saw your hand
Reaching for the doorknob
While I stared at the door
Waiting for you to burst in
About to destroy this place
of peace and serenity
I swallowed hard
One last time
The door swung open
Your eyes filled with
Ignorance and confusion
You looked at me
Being bare naked and
Your confusion made place
And before you could even
say a word-
I shut down the light,
left my thoughts
And turned to dark.
little thingsI don’t want to be the wind beneath your wings
or any other monumental things
I wish to be feathers
(a hand to hold,
a gaze to meet
a place at night
to dream in peace)
so you can still fly
Catch the WindOut in this world, you'll never reach the sky.
Perched up in a tree, no use of your wings.
Words will bounce and sounds will dim
"Why don't you do it? Just fly."
You'll say no
You'll say the view is much nicer up here.
Well that's it, isn't it?
It's just a view.
"Don't you want to perch on that sight?"
Fools stay still
Fools let the world stomp on those wings.
But you'll say you don't need them.
"Well what if you do soon?"
Over countless lectures
And endless wisdom
You'll stay in your tree.
And say it's better for you
Then it is for me.
Who can say when or if you'll branch away
Over the cliffs and through the plains.
But then you will.
For once, you'll see.
The only thing holding me back
Not everybody will ever get to fly.
But please, oh please try
Before you die.
The endAnd when the sacred temple is brought back to life
In this modern agonizing age,
And when the false king claims to own this life
To from us all be the sage,
And when he's sitting in the usurped throne
Thinking he's from the world this core,
Darkness shall arise upon us all
And may the stars from the sky fall.
SilenceYou call me a bitch? You don't know what bitch is....you say I'm grumpy and rude? Keep pushing and I'll show you what I can do. Just because I don't talk and you do, you think I'm ignoring you? I listen and you talk constantly you don't listen you yell. Maybe if you shut your mouth you'll hear what I've been saying. I don't need to speak to fill the silence... I LOVE the quiet...... I think over my words carefully while you just let the words flow out freely without a second thought.
It's laughable you think you scare me.....when I can do so much more than you...when so much more has been done to me. Don't yell, just talk...listen and then I'll respond....keep yelling and pushing then I won't even bother to try and hear you. All the rage and hurt built up is a storm waiting to be let loose.....do I yell and scream and put others down? No you do.... I write, I escape and take a minute to breathe.....But don't even think for a second I forget.....I hold grudges.....and I will get my reve
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