(Hey, Im new and I'd like to join.)
This new place startled Allison. The form she had taken, the way it had come about… it startled her. Allison didn't like it. She needed to get home. Although, Marcus would not be happy to see her. He wouldn't be happy with her after what she did. A large building stood in front of her. A strange place. There was a word on the wall. "Library" it read. Allison slowly walked towards the door. As she entered, it didn't look anything like a library from home. The words were on paper rather than a drive. It had been a while since Allison had read that way. Marcus forbade her from doing so.
She saw a woman who looked similar to her. A small plate on her shirt read what Allison thought to be her name. "Bridgett" was the name of the woman. Allison saw her talking with two others, and stood a little far behind Bridgett watching to see when she finished this conversation. She also saw others in the library, and hoped that someone would come and explain this place.
(Is jay gonna respond or should I take that as a no?)
(I think Jay will, I just don't know where they are. @Smol_Snake where are you?!?!! )
(Sorry was at the beach)
"Um, s-sure…" Jay managed to look the others in the eyes again, his face bruising. He put a hand to his cheek absently, sort of trying to hide the mark as he was always taught to hide the others. The bruises beneath his oversized clothes twinged at the thought.
(Sorry won’t be in tomorrow I have a formal breakfast to go to and a formal picnic to go to after so I’ll be busy sorry! Although I give permission to move my character around!)
(Sorry!! I haven't been checking, I'm back!)
Bridgett looked from Jay to Kam and back. Nervous lines creased her forehead slightly. "…Okay, then. You sure?"
She glanced to the side at the newest person to walk into the library. She raised a finger to indicate that she'll be there in one minute.
(Sorry!! I haven't been checking, I'm back!)
Bridgett looked from Jay to Kam and back. Nervous lines creased her forehead slightly. "…Okay, then. You sure?"
She glanced to the side at the newest person to walk into the library. She raised a finger to indicate that she'll be there in one minute.
Allison saw the finger and didn't realize what it meant. Instinctively, she thought to grab her weapon, but… thanks to Marcus that option was off the table. She then hid behind the bookshelf, scared. "Oh this is hopeless. I know nothing about this place! He sent me here so he would never have to deal with me again… but I deserve it. How am I supposed to go back if I can't get help from this Bridgett woman?" she whispered ever so quietly to herself before pushing her hair away from her face, and peeking back at their conversation.
She noticed the boy by Bridgett. The mark on his face was noticeable momentarily before he covered it back up, Soon after, the stuff she had picked up from her mother, a doctor, began to fill her mind. There was quite a bruise, recent due to its color. Seems to be done purposefully or he wouldn't be hiding it. Most likely candidate for assailant: parent or older sibling. If it were older sibling, the parents would have gotten it fixed. Allison felt pity for him soon after, but dared not speak. She still waited behind the bookshelf, thinking about what Marcus would do if she did manage to return home…
Jay watched the newcomer nervously. Have I given away too much? He kept the bruise hidden, just like he did the others. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized how close it was to his curfew. "Um, I-I really need to be heading out now. To go home, you know… I'll try to come back tomorrow." Jay stood up and left, returning home quickly. It was a couple minutes past his curfew when he got home, and his parents were none too happy. He ran out of the house a few minutes later, seemingly badly injured. Blood was seeping through his oversized hoodie, and his clothing was torn. He was panicking and adrenaline rushed through his veins, temporarily numbing the pain. Where can I go… where can I go?! He dashed to the only place he could think of and rapped frantically at the door. The library.
Kamryn was still inside when the knocking started. she grabbed her pepper spray from the bag and opened the door of the library only to see Jay, covered in blood
Jay dashed into the library and slammed the door shut, leaning his back against it with his heart pounding. The adrenaline was wearing off and he could feel fragments of glass in his shoulder. He glanced anxiously out of the glass door before attempting to pull out some of the glass, grimacing as he did so.
"What the H*** happened to you?" kamryn asked worriedly
"I… I-I'm not allowed to… n-not allowed to tell anyone…" Jay gasped for air, sliding down along the door to the floor as he grew lightheaded. "Is she here…? B-Bridgett…"
"Not sure, but i know what's happening with you." She sat down next to him a did something to his shoulder that got a pretty big shard of glass out.
Jay hissed with pain. "W-What do you mean? Nothing's… nothing's happening with me…" He looked at the blood on his clothing and then out of the glass door again as though expecting someone to come.
"Abusive parents? running away but feeling guilty for running so your planning on going back? yeah i went through that stuff too." she said getting up taking him to the staff room
(can I join? I read this and it seems super cool.)
"H-How did…?" Jay followed her, his legs wobbling precariously. The adrenaline had run out and he was in a lot of pain at this point, but he did his best to hide that. Stop showing pain, you're weak… you've been through worse… just put up and shut up, like always… He bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes.
(I'd say go for it, but it's up to Bri Soto. But, it's open, and people can technically just jump in… idk? I don't think you have to ask? But I'm not 100% sure)
(okay. I just wanted to make sure before i just was like "HEY IM HERE NOW TOO" XD)
She looked back at him and sighed "ok this isnt working out. dont talk, sa ve your energy until i bandage you up." she said picking him up
(Lol)
Jay's heart started pounding again when he was picked up. He seemed to be on the verge of panicking. Oh god oh god oh god… please don't throw me… He braced himself for some kind of impact, tears falling from his eyes as he trembled with fear.
(You could like, join in at the library too like o hey guys this is cool o FRICK)
Kamryn felt her heart clench at the look of fear on the boys face. she took a deep breath and gently laid him down on the couch in the staff room and searched for a first aid kit
She didn't… I'm… I'm okay? Well, in that sense… I've still got glass in my shoulder. Jay lay on the couch, his entire body feeling as though it were made of lead. He shivered, a deep chill resonating through him that he couldn't get rid of. He supposed that it was terror, that feeling of ice water being poured over your head that could last for ages.
Name: Drew Lancaster
Age: 25
Gender: Trans (was born a female but is fully transitioned into a male, now. He's had all the surgeries and everything.)
Sexuality: pan
Race: Australian
Supernatural Ability(s)?: can conjure things from the mind and transport using the mind
Personality: Nice, sassy, dry, has a big heart but is scared to show it, sarcastic, , the rest is TBD
Appearance: Dark brown hair that is cut into a pixie cut, doesn't have a very curvy figure and is kinda a stick, but has rather muscular arms, is like 6'3"
Clothing: usually a t-shirt, black jeans, either a leather jacket or a sip up sweatshirt with a leather jacket over. Combat boots.
Background: Crazy family that uses him for his ability. His father died. He ran away from home at age 18 and never looked back. He lived with a friend for a few years and then they kicked him out because they discovered his ability and called him a freak. He's been living on the streets since. He's not poor, he just doesn't have enough money to pay for a house.
Other: wears glasses.
Drew walks into the large library he found. He finds it seemingly empty so he walks around in silence, looking at the books. He then hears people talking and starts to follow the sound.
