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Post by Aidan Dye on Apr 30, 2011 11:30:19 GMT -5
 Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- The weather was far too dry for Aidan’s liking, it turned a simple walk out in the woods into a whole other temptation. Leaves and grass so dry that the fire could spread in just a matter of seconds, and in a matter of hours having turned the entire field burned down. He knew he shouldn’t, and he wouldn’t either. It had only been fun as a teenager to do it occasionally (until he accidentally burned down the barn of his father) he had grown passed that feeling, or at least he liked to think so, sometimes it was just far too sweet.
The sun was high in the sky, giving of such a warm feeling that he had skipped his coat halfway through the walk. He hadn’t been fond of aimlessly walking around like that, he preferred action, something happening around him. And walking over grass between trees and listening to birds… well that was really fun. On the other hand he probably had to suit himself for setting the bar of entertainment so high when he was younger, and then pulling it drastically down. It made him feel old, and desperate for some more fun. He could have spent this morning in bed for crying out loud.
Perhaps he should get a dog or something that would make walking a lot more fun. It would have to be a big dog though, he didn’t like small dogs, and he wouldn’t be able to take them on walks, or play with them for that matter. Well, playing was fully possible but if he got a Chihuahua he probably wouldn’t be able to play with it for hours, get clothes ripped and actually get dragged onto the ground or something. Not that he wanted to ruin his clothes, but rather that then having a dog who got exhausted after five seconds. He hummed to himself, sounding content and looked up to the sky, it was almost entirely free of clouds, making him hope that the nice weather would stay.
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WORD COUNT 339
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 1, 2011 15:35:36 GMT -5
Elle sat perfectly still, perched upon one of the boulders she found upon one her journey into the woods. She was the new girl at this place, and that would take some getting used to. Her elbow was balanced on her knee, whilest her chin lay in the palm of her hand just nicely. In the other, a small, thick stick. It was covered in moss and was just as dry as the rock she was on. She sighed, before the top of the twig lit itself up. Elle gave a small smile to herself.
"Happy Birthday to me." She mumbled shaking her head and throwing the twig onto the ground, which suprisingly didnt start a fire, probley because she wasn't concentrating or some absurbed reason that came along with the power of being a Pyro. Something she didn't take pride in at the time being. No, not one bit. Before all this, Elle was a normal teenager. Somebody that alot of people knew, the popular one who always hosted the best partys. Now, she had nothing to her name. Not fame, nor wealth. Simply the ability to set anything she may alight with her mind. How she managed to get this way, well, only god knows the answer to that one. She through her head back in annoyance, letting out a breath of air as she closed her eyes.
Nothing could suprise her now. Heck, Elle wouldn't be suprised if Harry Potter was a real person or if Edward Cullen actually exsisted. Everything that she once had known to be normal seemed to dissappear that night. Fiction had became the non-fiction. The supernatural and paranormal had become a reality. Elle shook the thought out of her head. She seemed so alone now; and nothing could be done about that. Both of her parents hated her. No matter how many times they said 'I love you Elle', they words had seemed to mean nothing at all once they discovered she was gifted. She brought her hand up to her forehead and gently massaged it. It was all too much to take in. |
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 1, 2011 16:26:06 GMT -5
Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- Perhaps he should get a Samoyed, his uncle had owned one when he was a child and he had always been fond of the dog. And every time he walked around town and saw a Samoyed, he caught himself smiling. But they were hellish dogs to have the first three years and he wasn’t directly fond of the idea to return home to chewed up furniture, or having the energy for it either with all the walks, he wasn’t much of a walker, the occasional one every week, but a dog needed so much more than that.
Aidan raised his arm which his coat was hanging on, fingers aching after the addiction and temptation he far too often gave himself into. He dug out his lighter, after having had far too much trouble with all the bic lighters, he had upgraded himself to a much fancier one yesterday evening. Nice silver without any form of scratches (He couldn’t help but to feel the slightest bit amused since his second name was Silver, he felt the same about everything else) and a small engraving of a tiny dynamite stick in the right corner. It had been his nickname in high school, so he figured why not? The whole point with the lighter was, that he never had to discard it, just refill it. He raised the lighter in front of him and let his other hand slide back into his pocket, coat tucked between his side and arm.
As he flicked the lighter open and saw the flame, he couldn’t help but grin foolishly to himself. The flame was so much better than the ones the lousy bic lighters offered him, it seemed almost pure to him. Taking control of the little flame, then closed the lighter and slipped it back into the pocket of his jeans, the little fireball still lingering around him as he walked. He grabbed the little fireball, closing his hand around it and deliberately lowered the temperature so he wouldn’t burn himself, then tossed it ahead of himself. It became bigger, and formed a somewhat dog shape as it nearly did land on the ground. Aiden still didn’t want to set the forest on fire, so keeping it roughly one foot above the ground should do the trick. The firedog looked at him, now much more clearly resembling a happy, smiling Samoyed.
’’Well go on.’’ [/color] He said, urging the dog to run ahead of himself. He wasn’t that worried that it would be seen by anyone. He couldn’t see anyone for as far as his own eye could see, and as soon as that dog had walked out of his sight, it would vanish, just because that was how it worked and it was rather positive as a matter of fact. Having the need to see the fire in order to control it, on the other hand if they hooded or blinded him, he’d be as useless as the next human. ’’Run along.’’[/color] He hummed and with that mental thought, the dog shot of, still one feet above the ground and presumably vanishing the second after it ran behind the curve ahead. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 526
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES Nada
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 1, 2011 16:43:01 GMT -5
Perhaps there was some escape from it all. Perhaps, she could be removed from her powers and then her parents would bring her back into their lives and everything would be happy again. Perhaps. But they were simple perhap's, and Elle was sure if there was a way to be stripped down of the rights to create flames then there would be nobody like her in the world, like there is today. Many, many people she had seen since she arrived here. Ones that could turn competely invisable, ones with invincable strength, ones that could levitate. And here she was, stuck with fire. The devils element as most called it. Maybe thats what she was. A demon, sent to earth by santan to destroy the world as we know it. She scoffed at the thought. If there is a devil, no doubt Elle was his favourit daughter.
She stretched her legs out, pushing her weight onto her feet and standing up. Once more, she raised her hand to her head, running her small finger through her hair. Everything was so utterly confusing. Why, oh why couldn't life be straight to the point, like it is in movies and films. Thats when the debate about her philsophy came to a stop. Elle's life was just one long film that went on and on and on like a broken record. Twists and turns like a rollercoaster and she the damsel in distress as per usual. Mentally, she cursed herself for even thinking that. She was a girl who believed in herself and only herself. If you wanted something doing you had to do it yourself.
El tugged at the ends of her jumper, bringing the sleeves over her hands. "Should of wore a coat." She said to herself, rolling her eyes in stupidity. She'd left for a walk without even thinking about the weather, she seemed oblivious to everything. That was, until something caught her eye. She turned around, to face whatever it was, raising her brows when she finally caught a glimpse. There, infront of her, stood a dog. But no, it wasnt a simple dog like a labradore or a westie, in truth she wasn't entirely sure it was a dog. But whatever it was, it was made of fire.
"So," Elle said, to what felt like nobody. "I guess I'm not the only one, eh?" She seemed to be directly asking the dog that question, as she stood with her hands on her hips tilting her head in awe. "Aren't you magnificent." She smiled with a chuckle, shaking her head before reaching out to touch it. |
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 1, 2011 17:03:37 GMT -5
Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- Aidan pushed his glasses a little bit further up his nose, usually he wouldn’t wear them, usually he would settle for lenses as that worked a lot better for him and he didn’t have to worry about losing his glasses. But on a free day he just couldn’t bring himself to care to put the lenses on, using his glasses was so much better and quite honestly, suited his attire a lot better. He looked a lot more serious without them, with them he just looked like a giant softie, a teddy bear that would listen to all ones stories, give the narrator a hug and say that everything would be okay. But that wasn’t him, he could care less about others problems, his opinion about it was if you had a problem, you fixed it, you didn’t run around dwelling on it. But, he had to confess, during the last three years of his life he had gotten a lot nicer to people.
Three years ago he would have snapped at everybody and started an argument which would lead into a fight which sooner or later (most often sooner) lead to physical violence and depending on the person he picked a fight with and how well it was going for him, he would use his powers. Not always appreciated. Now when he thought back of it he knew it was a stupid thing to do, and that he probably had teenage hormones longer than the average male, it couldn’t have been his addictions. Really, who ever gave you that idea? He scratched his jaw and pulled a short face for it a second as he looked ahead of himself, the dog still fully visible in his eye sight, but it had stopped running, had he gotten that distracted with thinking?
He sighed heavily and raised his pace a bit, smiling to himself for no apparent reason, he had been in a pretty good mood the entire day, although now he started to get just slightly bored and that was a nice ringing bell to figure out something to do. Of course, finding out why his firery friend had decided to stop was on top of his list, but for all he knew it could have been a squirrel running across the path, it was a dog, he supposed dogs liked squirrels.
As he kept walking he soon saw that the dog had stopped in front of a girl, a rather young one, not his age but a teenager which he to be honest, couldn’t recall having seen anywhere else. He tilted his head slightly to the side, paining his mind in a desperate try to at least figure out one moment where he had seen her. ’’Do you like him?’’ [/color] he asked as he had gotten close enough for her to hear. He assumed she was also Pyrokinetic, considering she reached out to touch the dog which was still very much lit aflame. He kept him on right now, just for her, in case she still wanted to touch it. He was rather surprised the dog managed to adapt some of a dogs personality, he guessed it was all part of his mental image with a dog when he made it. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 542
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES Nada
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 1, 2011 17:43:30 GMT -5
Elle looked up in shock at the voice and nodded. She brought her hands back up, stuffing them in her pockets incase she wasn't suppost to touch the dog/flame. Elle wasn't always inscure. She used to be a loud, outgoing and energetic girl, and deep deep down the old Elle is probley still there trying to get out. But for now, she would remain somewhere in her bottemless soul until she got over the fact that nobody actually gave a damn for her anymore. Like usual, she shook her head causing strands of her blonde hair to cover her eyes before she brushed them back again. El pulled a hand out of her pocket and pointed to the animation. "Did you make it?" She asked, putting as much effort into her voice as she could conjure up.
She was quiet shocked, to be honest. Elle had never thought to use her power to create imagiry. It was much rather something she guessed the guy had been practicing and not something you could pick up in an instant. After all, It had only been a week or so since she discovered what she could do. So far, she hated it. But that was so far anyway, things could changed. Maybe, they would get better. Maybe she could make some friends here, and live in peace and prosper. Happily. She would make it her mission to be happy again.
Elle tilted her head at the dog, in some shape of awe. She had never had a pet, her parents would never allow it the penthouse. Not even a fish, incase it magically lept out of the bowl and attacked either of them. Both of them were as bad as each other when it came to being melodramatic, and their vivid imagition didn't help either. She chuckled in her head at the memory.
OOC: Sorry for the suckish post, im falling asleep on the keyboard hehe
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 2, 2011 7:43:33 GMT -5
Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- The dog looked to him, flickering a bit as if it was in an old tv that had its best days by now, but still looked ridiculously happy as a only a Samoyed could. Since she had decided not to touch it he dropped all form of focus on it, making it disappear as if a strong wind had grabbed a hold of it, completely erasing it from the words surface. Adian nodded, now letting his other hand also slide into the pocket of his jeans, taking a step or two ahead of himself and enclosed his hand over the new, silver lighter. ’’I did.’’ [/color] He said and smirked some, there was no reason to hide it, she had even reached to pet it for crying out loud, she probably was the last person who would have something against his powers if that was the case. He was fully aware of that he needed to be a lot more discrete to be safe now, after the orphanage had gotten burned to the ground. He had lost a couple of human friends because of the matter. They never accused him directly of it, but they were confident he had some friends who had done it, or had connections who had connections. They had gotten terrified of him while he really hadn’t done a thing and he had always thought they knew that. It was quite a bother to be honest, and him being so stubborn of the matter didn’t help anyone. ’’I’m Aidan.’’[/color] He said, figuring that he might as well introduce himself for her due the common interest of the burning dog that now had vanished… and pure politeness of course, not to be forgotten. Nowadays he really hated being on someone’s bad side, it brought back so many unpleasant feelings about persons he had hoped he never would feel again, it would make him rude to, and that was the last thing he wanted. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 352
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES No worries 
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 2, 2011 12:37:20 GMT -5
A smile flickered across her face slightly as it dissappeared. Sure, it was kind of sad to see it go but it was a flame. Not something that was going to last forever unless you're skill with Pyrokinetic's was one that was extremely advanced. "Well, you must be extremely skilled with fire." She said sincerely. Elle highly doubted that she could ever master something of such skill, considering how much distaste she took in her power. Or rather, her gift as some may call it. Others a burden, either way, she was stuck with it and that was as clear as it got. She brought a hand out of her pocket and waved it about slightly, just for a slight dramatic effect to what she was saying. She always had that trait, no matter what she said, she always made signs with her hands.
She gave another quick smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Elle." She walked forward slightly, sticking her hand out for a shake. Being poliet got you places in life, but not if you didn't have a vicious side once and a while; a side that Elle was slightly lacking. She had always had witty comebacks for anyone who even tried to start a fight with her; but not many had the guts. After all, when you're a celebritys daughter who would? But that was then, and this is now. She figured that someway or another, Elle would have to build up a wall around herself and learn how to defend the fragile body she owned. 'Come on, stop dwelling on the past, you sound pathetic.' She shook her head, mentally hoping the thought would dissappear and, if it had to, come back at a better time.
Elle stood, thinking about the dog. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it. But not with prying eyes, no way. She was extremely vunerable that way, nowhere days anyway. Perhaps it was simple, and all it took was a moment of concentration to figure it out. Then again, Elle had only just been diagnosed with her ability a week ago. Who knows, there was much that she needed and wanted to learn from this place. If she wasn't going to get rid of it, she would have to learn to live with it. "You're a Pryo?" She asked, curiosty filling her voice. She must of sounded pretty stupid, considering he did make the dog and she hadn't heard of any other abilitiy to do with fire so far; she looked around awkwardly feeling slightly uncomfortable after that.
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 2, 2011 13:11:55 GMT -5
Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- Aidan chuckled a bit and raised his shoulders, keeping his gaze on the gravel for a second before he looked to her. Maybe he was easy to flatter now a days. He was confident but he really didn’t consider he had mastered his power, in his own opinion he was just creative with it and during his boredom, that got the better of him. ’’Well, not really, if I say so myself.’’ [/color] He said and scratched his jaw again, just doing those things had always been relativity easy for him. Perhaps that evened out for the simple fact that he couldn’t create the fire. Easier controlling it then making it. He had met a few were it was exactly the other way around. He kicked a small rock away, sending it with three thumps into a bush that didn’t look to well from the heat hanging around in the air, slowly suffocating it to death and restricting its water. He shook her hand, doing his best not to judge her just by her handshake, he did that far too often for his own good and really tried to stop with it. But thanks to the fact that she spoke up so quickly after it, he didn’t even register how she shook his hand and thereby had nothing to judge. ’’Elle.’’[/color] He repeated, smirking lightly. That’s a nice name, French isn’t it?[/color] He asked her as his hand retreated into his pocket. He very vaguely remembered something about Elle in a couple of French classes he had taken once upon a time, which he then eventually had stopped going to after half a year because he found it pointless to continue with it. Perhaps he should continue with it, he did still like the sound of the language, and speaking a second language wouldn’t hurt him in any way. After another nod to her question, he started wondering why he was still standing here, and being nice to a teenage girl. He had decided now, the girl definitely wasn’t a kid but no adult either, teenager suited just fine with the little awkward movements that she made. ’’Yeah, but I don’t like that term. Makes me sound like some bad superhero… or villain for that matter, running around in tights trying to either save or destroy the world. I’m most definitely not that.’’[/color] He said and laughed some. Hell, he couldn’t even imagine himself running around in some red or orange tights (it would have to be those colors, considering his power). ’’I’m far from a comic book character. I’m just Aidan.’’[/color] He said simply with a smile and raised his shoulders some. He wouldn’t even consider being a superhero, but he was quite sure, that if he ever was turned into a comic character then he would probably wind up on the neutral side, joining either the good side, or the bad side whenever the moment was fit. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 489
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES No worries
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 2, 2011 13:58:57 GMT -5
Elle laughed lightly, tipping her head back. "I highly doubt I could ever conjure up something like that." She ran a hand through her hair, staring at the spot were the dog like animation once stood. It was the fact that she'd never had the idea which suprised her the most, but she had alot to learn about this life. She was practically a newbie, or a noob as some prefer the term. The only thing she heard about the gifted was that one, a type like herself, burnt an orphanage down leaving nobody alive. That was probley the reason she felt so outcasted and hated by sociocity. Something told her she would eventually get blamed, and she got the wrong end of the bargain when it came to powers. Then again, it may come in hand from time to time. Like when somebody ask for a lighter, Elle would normally say, 'Sorry, I don't smoke.' Now its, 'Yeah sure, let me get my finger.' She chuckled to herself at the thought of such a strange and absurd idea. Would be quiet a funny situation thought.
"Yeah." She said, "It means she, in French." Once more, she gave a sweet smile before entering her own baffling world. "My mother loved France. The shopping, the culture, the food, heck even the buildings. I was suprised she was a born and bread Newyorker." She stopped herself before she went on anymore, mentally face palming in her head. Why was she telling a stranger, no wait, Aiden this? She didn't know the guy and more frankly he wouldn't give a damn. Elle waved a hand infront of her face. "I'm sorry, ingore me. I'm entering my own universe." She never got distracted before. However, before was different. Present was soon to be past. And her past was one she needed to forget for multipul reasons. God help her if a mind reader, or an empath for that matter came running along. She'd probley make them commit with her worthless, depressing thoughts. God, did she feel selfish.
Elle raised an eyebrow, suddenly imagining the guy in a superman costume which was a strange thought to cross her one track mind today. Then again, Elle was strange; in many, many ways. May it be her fashion, her gift, her personality or simply the auror she had now. "I guess so." She looked down, twisting her lips up in a strange way. "Superhero's, eh. I never thought of that one. I simply imagined people like us to be the bad guys. Well, its what most make out to be." She retreated back over to her rock she was orginally sat on, and perched herself onto it, placing her elbows onto her knees and resting her chin on her knuckles; staring aimlessly at the sky.
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 2, 2011 14:39:29 GMT -5
Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- He couldn’t help but chuckle as she laughed, almost as if it was contagious or something. Well, it wasn’t a disease so he guessed he was safe, laughing a little bit more never harmed anybody. Especially not now since he had gotten so damn serious over the last years and he hated it, even if it was needed. One couldn’t always be a careless little kid, not at the age of twenty-six. ’’Of course you can.’’ [/color] he stated. ’’It’s all about willpower and finding the right technique that suits just for you. I find it easier just taking a hold of a flame and think of a dog, while making sure the flame don’t die. Others find it easier grabbing a hold of the fire and forming it themselves in their mind.’’[/color] Damn he should become a teacher or to the very least an instructor sounding like that. He might actually do something good to this world, working as sales manager and representative wasn’t always so charming. And his boss didn’t even know of his power which was a downright miracle in his opinion. Aidan listened to her little ramble, or rant, Aidan couldn’t really decide as which of the two he would classify her. And really, he wasn’t quite interested in her mother’s life story, but he still admired her for being so open about it all. He couldn’t see himself give all that information about his own mother in just a few minutes, or weeks even for that matter. He smiled some when he apologized and shook his head. ’’Don’t worry about it, one’s own little world is a good thing.’’[/color] Hiding away from it never did anything good in any way, even if people thought so about the matter. He if someone should know, all the various effects and consequences it had gotten. He felt his thumb stroke the inner side of his ring finger once more as a reflex, searching for the ring that hadn’t been there for over three years. It had been such an easy thing to toy with, keep twisting it around his finger and he wouldn’t lose it no matter what. He looked up to her again when she mentioned people assuming that they were the bad guys and gave a rougher shrug, looking away and felt how he slowly got more bitter, hell he could even taste it right now. ’’There is no hero and there is no bad guys, it’s just us and them. That’s the only thing that separates us.’’[/color] He said, now also giving her a bitter smile about the matter. He had given a lot of thought in the matter, and that was what had come to be his conclusion. [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 453
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES None
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 3, 2011 14:00:24 GMT -5
Elle sneered lightly, almost unhearable but no doubt Aiden heard her. She shook her head lightly. Technique? There was method in this madness? It shouldn't of suprised her but it did. Concentration was all it took and here she was thinking it took years and years of practice, but nothing more then a meer technqiue to make a companion out of fire. The thought of a companion realized how lonely she had gotten, and how much she needed something or someone to interact with, talk to, just to know she wasn't the only one in this world. Just to feel like she wasn't by herself through and through. Perhaps, a small push a some help was all she needed. "I'm shocked." She said, modestly. "Then again, I only learnt about this world last week. Its abit to much to take in." Elle didn't make eye contact, infact, she was slightly embarrased perhaps even scared too. Her eyes were focused on a small chip on a single pebble which laid flat on the ground about 5 foot infront of her.
She needed a distraction. Anything. A pet, a fish, a teacher. Something to make her feel human and not some distraught creature in the making. Maybe she was a demon. Perhaps her mother had an afair with the devil and Elle was the creation she got. How on earth would somebody recieve a power like to be a Pyro? How on earth would anybody recieve any power? So then a conculsion came. Maybe this wasn't earth at all. What if the whole population of the world had been made to believe by the goverments that everything around them was normal, when we were on some freakish planet to begin with. "I don't suppose you know how we get these powers?" Elle looked up for the first time, tilting her head. "Like, did you always know you've had yours. Sorry to be nosey, I'm simply trying to find an explantion." She gulped down a breath of air, incase Aiden reacted in defence instead of taking the question lightly.
’’There is no hero and there is no bad guys, it’s just us and them. That’s the only thing that separates us.’’
That sentance ran through her brain, overflowing every over thought and making itself comfortable. There was us, and then there was them. Elle didn't know which one to class herself as. In reality she would be 'us' but she wanted to be 'them'. The inferior race of the humans. The ones who were incharge and led the lead. The ones who put 'us' into this situation in the first place. "I guess you're right." Elle sounded slightly absent minded; probley because thats what she was half of the time, trapped in her own bubble. She did it for her safety in honesty. For herself and others around her. She thought horrible things and innocent people, and Elle once had a mean streak in her which flew out from time to time, making her come over as the bitch. But she'd realized her mistake, and blamed herself and only herself for the mess she was in. For all the rude and sarcastic comments she had made, god was getting her back. How, if she could apologize for her sins, she would.
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Post by Aidan Dye on May 3, 2011 14:49:28 GMT -5
Some say you’re a troubled boy, just because you like to destroy ------------------------------------------------------------- She seemingly didn’t really believe him when he mentioned technique, and he wouldn’t blame her. When one was new to it all it just seemed like a luggage, though he had always found it was an awesome luggage and was far to exited for his own good to start experimenting and training. It had brought him a lot of trips to the hospital with quite a few burns. But he never felt bothered by it, somehow the burns always healed quickly for him. They vanished in less than a month for him then the usual up to a year for anybody else around him. Of course, it all depended on the severity of the burn, he had once gotten a nasty burn on his arm. But that one had vanished after four months while the doctors thought it never would disappear. ’’Of course.’’ [/color] Aidan said, smiling some to her. ’’It isn’t exactly… changing ones hair color. It’s a bigger change then that.’’[/color] He got lightly frustrated of the lack of eye contact, starting to think that the girl was lacking the backbone to stand up for herself, she was a pyro, she had all the reason to have backbone, hell it should be made out of iron or something. But yet again, she was a teenager, low self esteem was sort of bonus. He shook his head at the question and looked down for a very short second. ’’No, I don’t, sorry.’’[/color] He said, giving her an apologetic smile, and to be honest, he had never thought about it either. He had gotten his powers and he had accepted the matter, the few times he had drunken conversations with his friends when he was a teenager they had gotten to the conclusion that X-men was really happening. It had all been fun and games until a friend who had gotten far too much said that his fate was practically get aids and die, much like the most famous pyro in the comic. ’’I never knew I’d wind up with it, it came as a surprise really, just… one day I ruined my dad’s barbeque party by burning up the tent he had gotten.’’[/color] He didn’t mind her asking questions, she was practically only trying to figure out who she was at the end of the day. Aidan took a couple of steps, enough to pass by her, but then turned around to look at her again, twisting around on the gravel and stroked some hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear where it would remain for just a few seconds until it got enough. ’’It’s just my opinion, I’m sure there is someone who will disagree with me, like, older… more intelligent men, philosophers, Aristotle or Nietzsche or what do I know.[/color]’’ he said and chuckled some more, looking down again. Now there was another thought, what would those men find of him? The great thinkers of the world, would they agree with what he said, completely disagree or be neutral to the matter. ’’The best thing to do is find a solution and thought that suits you and only you, it’s a cruel world, the only way to live through it is to be selfish.[/color]’’ [/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG Open
WORD COUNT 539
LYRICS The Fallen by Franz Ferdinand
CHARACTER Aiden Silver Dye
NOTES None
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Post by Elle Jane Smith on May 21, 2011 6:05:12 GMT -5
(Sorry It took sooo long to get out and its rather short!)
"Of course." Elle answered. Moving, that was a small change compared to the discovery of not being apart of the human race no more. Moving house was a small change to moving to an asylum. And not just any asylum, an asylum for people who were gifted or not normal. That was a thought. What is normal? To these people, people like Aiden, having special powers was an everyday part of life. They had probley lived with it for so long that it wasn't exactly special anymore. But to people like Elle, this wasn't normal. Normal was being back at home, in the penthouse, shaded from the flashing lights of the paparazzi. Who knows when she could see that again, all she knew was that she would be more than happy to see them camera's again.
Her shoulders shrugged. "Oh well." She mummbled softly, pursing her lips and looking up. "Tell me if this is to personal, but, how did your dad react, finding out you had a power?" Elle turned to him, tilting her head with a look of curiousity spread across her face. She was nosey, she knew it too but the girl could not help but stick her own nose into other peoples buisness. Maybe a trait she got from her parents, or maybe not. Both her mother and father would never let her leave Newyork unless either of them were accompanying her. Privacy, protection? Neither. They simply wanted to control her life, which sucked either way you look at the situation from.
Once more, a despreat and useless sigh escaped from her peachy lips. She reached a hand up to brush a peice of hair behind her ear. Selfish was one thing that Elle could never be, despite how she had lived before, she had always taken peoples thoughts and feelings, aswell as their persona into consideration before saying what she actually thought, or doing what she thought was right. The only thing she could do was take the time and change. In her mind, for the worse. "How long have you, well, been here?" And their sprang the curiosity again.
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