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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.
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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
Broken TongueSo he says to me,
I’m not trying to be offensive,
I’m just saying, its obvious English isn’t your native language.
If English isn’t my mother tongue,
I don’t know what is.
I speak broken English,
I speak non-existent Cantonese.
All the kids who look like me on TV
Hold the vocabulary I let sky dive off of my tongue.
I never had a full conversation with my grandparents,
Instead, I would communicate by uttering keywords
Like a Command Prompt, words such as 奶 or
面包, words I could never pronounce properly for the life of me.
Sorry, could you repeat that? I don’t understand.
It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you,
It’s just that…I don’t know how.
I think English, I dream Cantonese,
I speak…broken tongue.
.you page tearing
give back your
wings, because there is
why they were ripped
away. you cannot hold on
to what you lost.
in the eye of a
storm, you were the one
that fought the eye. and
as much as it
breaks me, that is the reason
why i once loved
you (but i can't hold on
to what i lost).
the spirit pools?
of a human
is the slime
in grief -
to hold it
in your hand,
the spirit pools?
that reflection -
masksWhat happened to all those masks he thought...
he used to like the one with the happy face
but now it chafes and makes his eyes water
it just didn't seem to fit right anymore.
and it produced that funny tin echo when he laughed
the sad faced mask was comfortable when Rafael died
but lately he started slipping it on by mistake
most often during corny scenes in movies
or late at night when no one was around
the anger mask was his favorite when he was young
he wore it proudly with its' red war paint and menacing eyes
but now it was cracked and faded and heavy
so heavy he could only wear it briefly before his neck started to hurt from the strain
the fear mask was broken and was indistinguishable from apathy
the surprise and anticipation masks were lost
he couldn't remember the last time he saw them
maybe somewhere at the bottom of his closet
his least favorite masks, disgust and shame,
were still in fine shape though
he told himself that was because he hardly wore them
that's what he
they never said to grieve for dying starsi don't want to write about stars, but
that's all there seems to be:
nebulae drawn up like harp strings itching
to be plucked; echoes of light like calls for
encore; the kicked-off blankets at the
edges of the universe unraveling
at the seams like the nightmares are
tell me a story about time, the way the
sunlight hits its mark and how the world
turns away -
how the distance deepens, deepens, the
dark a gnawing glimpse, the taste of
tell me - weren't we seedlings,
star-built and scattered? weren't
the echoes more than dredges, less than
tidal waves, infantile monsoons
to be grasped and dragged behind
weren't we taught where we came from?
because bones are hollowI’ve always wanted to learn how to carve wood into intricate designs
And I figure this is about the same— as I strip away my flesh to carve things I mustn’t forget into the surface of my bones.
Who Am I (Part 2)Who Am I (Part 2)
I'm a person who can't write poetry,
I tried to be edgy,
but my idea die more than Kenny.
I worry about my future,
however, like Amadeus to his piano, I have my computer.
I had a war going on in my head,
but a warrior made the happiness take the lead.
I'm a teddy bear,
I'm kind, cute, and caring.
Even though I never had my first kiss,
I can piss over a guy name Chris and run away into the abyss.
That will teach him never to make you cry,
I will protect my friends until the day I die.
.:Silver Rain:.I've only seen this in another life, nearing my death for this century I see.
Seems like only yesterday I was watching it fall and caress my face as another being, but the color was a different shade.
I was holding what I thought was mine in my arms; slowly disappearing as my glistening tears dropped to the ground.
The fading, a sight to see for the human body can realize that their time on Earth has finally come to a close... but the pain stayed for eternity going into the next coffin for my troubled soul.
My color fading, the light going dim; my senses and presence... numbing.
It's time for my new body to take form, the being I will be for the next millennium It's my time, once again.
I am the Silver Rain.
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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