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"Attention Maggots! We have eight new recruits, they will be going through bootcamp with you! Blade! montrer 'em around!" Sarge screamed and pushed the new kiddies forward.
Blade chuckled as she viewed the look of fear that painted their faces all of them except one, a blonde boy with icy blue eyes.
She muttered,"I like a challenge," as she dropped from her bunk and walked down the narrow path, between the lit double hard cotted sleep areas, right up to the eight rooks. "Hey kiddies!" She a dit in a snarky tone.
The eight gave her a long hard glare. Fin looked at Aisling and whispered annoyed "Who does she think she is?"
"I dunno.. I don't like her." Aisling muttered back a little too loud. Her back was slammed against the hard cement walls.
"You better learn to like me, ou things will get real ugly real quick." Blade glared daggers into Aisling.
"Hey! toi can't do-" Mercy was interrupted par Fin's hands clasped around her mouth.
Blade let go of Aisling and pushed her back into the group of rookies. "Listen up! All toi rookies need to get up off your high horse! toi may have been major "Badasses" to the kids on the playground, but here, toi earn respect ou don't get any at all."
Twan looked at her,"Well Ms.Priss, maybe we aren't the only one's that need to get off our high horse." Blade glared becoming flustered in anger.
"You guys won't last one jour in training!"
Phoebe growled,"We're just as good as you!"
"Bet!"
"It's true!"
"How bout toi keep your mouth shut like Blue Eyes(Terror) and Snow White(Korran)," Blade smirked.
"Why toi little bitch."
"I'd watch your mouth.. Missy."
"And why should I?!"
"I mean toi wouldn't talk to someone that had a gun at your head, would you?"
"Well.."
"That's what I thought."
"Whatever just montrer us around!"
"Okay!" She gave a smirk and motioned for them to follow.
The nine walked into a room made of tile, and smelled slightly of blood. "This is the showers."
"Where's the walls?" Korran gave a small whisper.
"There are none! Better get used to seeing each other naked!"
"Naked!?" Silver gasped.
"Yes..."
"No!"
"Yes.."
"With boys?"
"Calm down toi get used to it."
"No!"
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Oh my.. gosh.. just Shh!"
"Fine whatever!" Silver glared.
After, they reached a area trashed with nourriture garbage and rat droppings,"Here is the cafeteria, filled with the most gourmet nourriture ever!"
"Like cheesecake and pasta?" Mercy blurted.
"More of a mix of the two." Blade cackled.
The feu haired girl stuck out her tongue and made a vomiting noise.
"Finally! accueil sweet hom! These are your beds!" Her hand gesturing to four bunks that seemed awfully worse than the rest. "Better rest up, tomorrow is a big day!"
"What about pillows," Twan asked.
"Well if eight rookies didn't get on someone's nerves.. we might not have had a shortage of them."
"That's not fair" Terror growled.
"Life isn't fair." She retorted.
"We should have the same privileges as you."
"Sorry kid."
"Terror."
"Well maybe if, like I a dit before, someone didn't piss me off."
"We should still get some pillows!!!"
"Fine toi want some fucking pillows! Terror. Here!" Blade through eight pillows at him and walked towards her bunk.
The lights shut off. "I don't like it here," Korran muttered.
"It'll get better," Mercy chimed.
"I hope," Fin growled.
"I seconde that!" Twan and Aisling a dit in unison.
"Make it a third" Silver laughed.
"I don't like Blade." Phoebe huffed.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Terror broke it," Just get some rest.. we have a long jour tomorrow."
Everyone shut their eyes and slowly fell asleep.
:)
"Attention Maggots! We have eight new recruits, they will be going through bootcamp with you! Blade! montrer 'em around!" Sarge screamed and pushed the new kiddies forward.
Blade chuckled as she viewed the look of fear that painted their faces all of them except one, a blonde boy with icy blue eyes.
She muttered,"I like a challenge," as she dropped from her bunk and walked down the narrow path, between the lit double hard cotted sleep areas, right up to the eight rooks. "Hey kiddies!" She a dit in a snarky tone.
The eight gave her a long hard glare. Fin looked at Aisling and whispered annoyed "Who does she think she is?"
"I dunno.. I don't like her." Aisling muttered back a little too loud. Her back was slammed against the hard cement walls.
"You better learn to like me, ou things will get real ugly real quick." Blade glared daggers into Aisling.
"Hey! toi can't do-" Mercy was interrupted par Fin's hands clasped around her mouth.
Blade let go of Aisling and pushed her back into the group of rookies. "Listen up! All toi rookies need to get up off your high horse! toi may have been major "Badasses" to the kids on the playground, but here, toi earn respect ou don't get any at all."
Twan looked at her,"Well Ms.Priss, maybe we aren't the only one's that need to get off our high horse." Blade glared becoming flustered in anger.
"You guys won't last one jour in training!"
Phoebe growled,"We're just as good as you!"
"Bet!"
"It's true!"
"How bout toi keep your mouth shut like Blue Eyes(Terror) and Snow White(Korran)," Blade smirked.
"Why toi little bitch."
"I'd watch your mouth.. Missy."
"And why should I?!"
"I mean toi wouldn't talk to someone that had a gun at your head, would you?"
"Well.."
"That's what I thought."
"Whatever just montrer us around!"
"Okay!" She gave a smirk and motioned for them to follow.
The nine walked into a room made of tile, and smelled slightly of blood. "This is the showers."
"Where's the walls?" Korran gave a small whisper.
"There are none! Better get used to seeing each other naked!"
"Naked!?" Silver gasped.
"Yes..."
"No!"
"Yes.."
"With boys?"
"Calm down toi get used to it."
"No!"
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Oh my.. gosh.. just Shh!"
"Fine whatever!" Silver glared.
After, they reached a area trashed with nourriture garbage and rat droppings,"Here is the cafeteria, filled with the most gourmet nourriture ever!"
"Like cheesecake and pasta?" Mercy blurted.
"More of a mix of the two." Blade cackled.
The feu haired girl stuck out her tongue and made a vomiting noise.
"Finally! accueil sweet hom! These are your beds!" Her hand gesturing to four bunks that seemed awfully worse than the rest. "Better rest up, tomorrow is a big day!"
"What about pillows," Twan asked.
"Well if eight rookies didn't get on someone's nerves.. we might not have had a shortage of them."
"That's not fair" Terror growled.
"Life isn't fair." She retorted.
"We should have the same privileges as you."
"Sorry kid."
"Terror."
"Well maybe if, like I a dit before, someone didn't piss me off."
"We should still get some pillows!!!"
"Fine toi want some fucking pillows! Terror. Here!" Blade through eight pillows at him and walked towards her bunk.
The lights shut off. "I don't like it here," Korran muttered.
"It'll get better," Mercy chimed.
"I hope," Fin growled.
"I seconde that!" Twan and Aisling a dit in unison.
"Make it a third" Silver laughed.
"I don't like Blade." Phoebe huffed.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Terror broke it," Just get some rest.. we have a long jour tomorrow."
Everyone shut their eyes and slowly fell asleep.
:)
Bentley
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
jour unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Daily Episode
jour Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated par the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led par Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as a dit superhero ou (b) you're positive no one will get harmed par the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
jour Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated par the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led par Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as a dit superhero ou (b) you're positive no one will get harmed par the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
Lana
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, orange eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being donné into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a an later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after lire a note left with the heir loom par her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.
Arwin's staff
