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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
Today Is The Day
Today is the day.
Today is the day that you stop making excuses.
Today is the day you put your fork down and lace up your shoes.
Today is the day you step outside and run like there is fire at your heels.
Today is the day you think of sweat as gold.
Today is the day you fall down and get back up.
Today is the day you feel the ache in your calves.
Today is the day you pant like a dog.
Today is the day you tell yourself you'll do it again tomorrow and mean it.
Today is the day you make a change.
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i was
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
The BirdSo desperate for the love
She couldn't find inside.
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars,
Convinced she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful,
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
Resolutely she found the key
And let herself out.
She never noticed how confining it had become
The cage ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful place.
Along the way,
She found another mirror.
Looking into it....
She found me,
A reflection of herself.
She saw me – herself -
Without her cloak of lies
Leadening her hunched shoulders,
Concaving her entire persona.
She discovered my beautiful colors,
The fine sheen to my feathers
And enthralling grey of my eyes.
She flew away,
But I met her every mirror after
I saw her slouch transform into a strut,
Her shining tears dissolve into mischiev
comfortcurling into quilts so deep
bubbles of tension run off
my body like soap, and i
clutch that raggedy little
dog to my chest like cloth
can make me whole.
Somewhere in New YorkSomewhere in New York,
a voice calling,
It was full
of wild imaginings,
of human revolution,
of ideas which
to her heart -
it is right
to be alone
in the struggle...
2 puzzle pieces
which seemed to fit
and did join
and how happy
to be the corner piece,
to lead the rest
to her love...
For she had loved
but only once...
Only one chance
to bring all of it
If she faced
it did not
it did not
change one curl
in a proud
for much can be
In New York,
in her head,
to tatters -
but only once...
What is Isolation you ask?
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
Isolation is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for a reply.
Isolation is not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
Isolation makes you feel worthless.
Isolation has to be the cruelest of emotions.
I know the feeling of isolation.
I sense it in myself.
There's nothing you choose to do about it.
For I've tried everything already.
So don't be surprised,
If I'm gone from this place.
Stop talking, Start screamingStop talking
It’s not enough
Maybe you should try to scream
Everyone does it
Stamp your feet
Slam the door
What you stand for
And when somebody
Has noticed you
Do what all the others
Would do too
Just don’t quit
You like the attention more
Than you could admit
Don’t be embarrassed
It’s what we all do
Everyone denies it
But we all know it’s true
Screaming our opinions
On the whole internet
And begging for attention
Is how we lack intellect
This is who we are
It’s the purpose of our society
Everybody wants to be heard
Ignoring the last bit of propriety
So do what you think is right
Scream whatever comes in mind
Do anything you can do
To make someone notice you
The Witch TrialOn the east-bounds o' red-rose shire,
there stands the Pendle Hill.
T'ween rivers Ribble and Hudder,
wind-swept moors standing still.
Walled by the druid stones and wary
hedgerows, Irish sea gales whisper and
moan. For devil soul'd men o' earth
tramp the trails alone.
Demdike and Device, Redferne and Whittle.
Those crones and their blood kin
care for nought, old hearts brittle.
Across the dark old Pendle Hill
They scurry'd and swarm'd. To fear'd Malkins
Tower, Pendle Forests black soul.
Brave Nicholas and Nowell, hid 'mongst
the tall trees, unseen by the Coven
who plotted dark deeds. They led
local men held by fear and thrall,
Captured the Coven, sent to
Lancaster's dank halls.
Trial'd, and tested, and sentenced to die.
Devils and beggars, see
the Pendle's blighters stand nigh.
Hung by the neck 'till the corpses
are cold. Buried in churchyards, with
eyes on their souls.
But one was different from the old
and the ugly. Dear Alice Nutter,
the lady of Roughlee. Silent and
where have I gone wrong ?standing on the cliff, watching the waves beat the shore;
setting the sun, the violet clouds breathe again;
lookin' for wisdom the seaweed offer a cry, off by the bay side looking real sorrowful
the crab eats alone;
storm on the highway bristles my eyelids;
looking for answers but the seagulls leave no reply.
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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