RPG The Chosen Ones [M-LV]

[Domon]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Navy]?Ugggg? I feel so tired. Was that all real or just a dream?? Aaron mumbled from as he sat up in his bed. His alarm clock read the date, it was Aril 12, 2006. Yesterday was real and that meant. Aaron felt a hole form in his stomach. A man had died and yet he had lived from some freaky powers that he just developed. Aaron quickly ran from his bedroom across the hall to the bathroom and wretched out what he had eaten for lunch yesterday. Still the images from yesterday were vivid and he vomited once more.

?I see you?re up. Its about time.? Aaron looked up from the toilet and saw his older brother, who was twenty-three standing there.

?Did a man seriously?? Aaron was cut off by a motion from his brother, ?Don?t worry about it. The fact of the matter is that you?re alive. I?m just glad you are.? His brother came in and helped Aaron off the floor and over to the sink. After some vigorous gargling, the acid taste was gone from Aaron?s mouth. He headed back towards his room to put some pants on, walking around the house in just a shirt and boxers seemed slightly awkward at the moment. When he came downstairs his parents were at the table acting normal, but not normal. His mother was the first to say something, ?Are you okay dear? I know you had a horrible day yesterday. Your professors called this morning and said that if you didn?t come in today they would e-mail you the assignments.? Aaron shook his head, his hair falling in his eyes slightly.

?I?m not okay, I feel sick to my stomach. The fact that a guy died in this accident? I still can?t believe I didn?t die. I just don?t understand it.? Aaron said as he slumped into the kitchen chair. His brother was eyeing him like a dog does with a stranger. Making sure this was the same person sitting in front of him as it was yesterday. Aaron could feel the tension in the air and excused himself from the table and went to his room. As he was sitting on his bed he focused on a stack of music discs sitting on his desk. Focusing enough he lifted them effortlessly off the desk and brought the pile over to his side. Still in awe he jumped up and changed into some clothes and headed out the door. Moments later his brother was down the sidewalk following him.

?All right Aaron. I know something?s different with you. So why don?t you spill it right now.? Aaron whirled around at his brother and got right up to his face and looked him in the eye.

?Look Josh. I don?t need you following me around like I?m incapable of wiping my own ass. Leave me alone and let me sort things out. Okay?? With that Aaron turned around and headed for the subway station.

When Aaron got off at his exit in lower Manhattan he found a small beat café. Upon entering it he heard a monotone voice of some college kid bitching about how his life sucked and how it was so horrible. Eventually Aaron tuned him out and started surveying the crowd. He caught a glance of a woman who looked like she was about to start yelling at the kid for how ignorant he was being. Aaron got up from his seat and walked over towards the woman and sat down next to her.

?Apparently some people enjoy bitching about stupid things in life. Wouldn?t you agree?? The woman nodded and started to say something but realized she was taking a drink of coffee.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Eli]

[SIZE=1][i]Oh, please.[/i]

"And I told them both, 'If you won't let me, I'll kill myself!'...They're just out to ruin my life, I hate them. I hate everyone! And then..."

Styr's eyes glazed over under her striped hat, latte-matte lips pursed to one side of her face; the damned boy ranting a distance in front of her caused one eye to finally twitch- and so led to her gradual gripping of her coffee cup.

Nonetheless, she pressed her teeth on her tongue, remembering her last two dilemmas with the manager of the ever-tiny café; and taunting this "poor" soul would probably lead to her banishment. And, being such a (usually) quiet place, so quaint and dim, she did her best to just let her annoyance...

[I]Ah, the hell with it--[/I]

"Apparently some people enjoy bitching about stupid things in life. Wouldn?t you agree??

And right before the words burst from her mouth, she was stopped by a certain someone. But who? ...Well, someone she didn't know, really, by the sound of the voice. And with so much as a quick glance to her new table-buddy, Styr fixed her eyes once again on the dramatic lad, dragging time out from a long sip of her latte.

"...I'll do nothing short of."

"...And when they said that, I was soooo pissed! I mean, really!"

Styr had to chuckle a bit, leaning over to murmur to her new "chum", her accent a twist of the city and Britain.

"I mean, just look at 'em, the ninny. You'd practically think he's the only one with problems in his bloomin' life." And, almost to herself: ?Hell, they?re not even real problems.? Her voice then steadily boiled hot enough for the kid to hear. "Emo-alert, aisle one! Someone fetch ?im a magazine for his issues, already!" The chap did, however, catch on-- and so began yelling back to her from his little quad of sober friends. "You talkin' to me?"

Styr laughed in a tub of amusement, automatically singing back. "You're the only one bitching 'ere, love. Now then, do us all 'ere a favor, and do shut your ass-hole, alright? Thanks, you?re a doll."

Without warning, however, the angsty teen broke from his seat, standing and catching more looks in the lounge. "You don't know me! You don't know what I've been through, you bitch!" Styr merely looked on, almost sympathetically. ?Mm-hm. Go slit your wrists already, then.? And to prove that she was serious, she slid her used butter knife across her table with a perky smile.

?Nnnnn?you know what?! I will!? And with that, the boy and his antics raged out the door, his friends following him quickly with glaring looks. Styr, nonetheless, quietly bursting into fits of snickering and holding up the knife. ?Wait, poppet, you forgot this!?

After they were gone, Styr took no notice of the tension of the room, returning to her dull manner and taking another extensive sip of her drink. ??There. Problem solved.?

Her new acquaintance, however, begged to differ; she noticed where he was looking as he spoke. ?Um, not really?? And, slightly nodding his head a little to direct her attention, Styr looked behind her?then up. ?Oh?hello there,? she saluted the manager cheerily. Of course, his disposition wasn?t as pleasant. ?Get out. Now.? And, noticing the gentleman to her side, he quickly added, ?And take your friend. I don?t need any more trouble.?

To the monotone order, Styr sighed back to her coffee cup. ?Well, off to find somewhere else to spend my money.? Tagging her finished words, she sweetly held her empty coffee cup in the air, the item hooked to her finger. ?I?ll be taking this.? And with that, she tipped her hat to the manager, not even taking twice thought to grab her new accomplice?s arm and drag him out the store with her. ?Let?s be off, then!?

?Uh?!?[/SIZE]

[StrikeGundam]

[font=garamond][color=navy]A single beam of light shined through the dusty pane of glass that made up one of the windows that made up one of the walls that made up one of the research rooms of the New York Public Library. The light trailed down through the crowded yet silent room, danced a bit on the chandelier-like light fixture, and finally came to rest on the back a guy with his head down on the table. A mane of shaggy, untidy dark brown hair poked out from the high collar of his black wool coat. On the table there was an open messenger bag with several half-done sketches of rings and necklaces spilling out.

"You know what, I see you here more than some of the employees. I can't figure out why you don't just apply for a job here." Peter opened his amber eyes and looked up to see his friend Elizabeth, one of the researchers that answered questions for the online research service.

"Because you aren't offering a position where I get to sleep on a table."

"I'm almost absolutely sure that there's a bed somewhere in your apartment Pete, I just don't see your attraction to this place."

Peter smiled to himself. There was something about the windows of the library that made the sunlight taste better than it did anywhere else in the city. Direct sunlight couldn’t even compare to it. He could feel the energy from the sunlight entering his body and making him just a little bit stronger. There were easier and much faster ways of doing this, of course, but none were as pleasant.

"I enjoy the ambiance," Peter told her. "The company too."

Elizabeth smiled brightly, and then checked her watch.

"Ooh, it's eleven o' clock; you're going to miss your train."

Peter's eyes opened wide and darted to his watch. "Thanks Elizabeth. What would I do without you?"

"Set your watch alarm?"

"That could be a start..."

Peter stood up quickly.

"My gosh, what are you, eight feet tall now," Elizabeth asked him incredulously.

"Six. Don't be so dramatic, you're just not wearing heels today."

He then gathered up his things and rushed outside.[/font][/color]

[Roxie Faye]

[size=1][color=darkorange][i]'Ugh,'[/i] she thought, [i]'Not another headache. And I just took advil two hours ago. Yuck. God, I love the city, but it gives me freakin migraines!'[/i] As she walked along the Manhattan sidewalk, shopping bags with designer brands on them in hand, Lydia Vissenfolk grumbled to herself about her telepathy-induced headache.

Her particular telepathy, as she had been told so long ago, was pretty strong. She couldn't listen to people at will, but was constantly hearing a buzzing noise around her. If she tried hard enough, she could listen in on the thoughts of someone around her, and even make mental "suggestions" for them. That is, if she could concentrate enough.

Lydia was always having problems placing a mental shield up to guard against the thoughts of others. She had heard the basics of it from another telepath back in Germany, but he wasn't a very good teacher in general, and she hadn't had a lot of time to really have him practice with her.

Today, she was supposed to meet a friend for lunch a little later, go back to her apartment to try on the clothes she bought, and then go out for a blind date that her friend had set her up on. Some guy from NYU, is that what she said? Maybe. She couldn't remember. Lydia was not fond of dating, blind or not, and she knew her personality tended to scare people off, anyway.

Great, she was in for a long rest of the day, and already had a headache.

Suddenly there was an audible [i]crash[/i]ing noise. Completely absorbed in her own painful headache, Lydia felt herself ram into something and fell to the ground. Ouch! On top of her headache, that [i]really[/i] hurt!

She looked up to see someone else sprawled on the ground. Apparently she had run into some[i]one[/i], not something. He picked himself up, and despite her headache, she couldn't resist tapping into his surface thoughts.

[i]Oh man. I'm going to be late. I can't believe I did that though. Oh no, she's holding shopping bags from designer stores. Probably some snotty prima donna whose going to titter on about me crashing into her. And I'm going to be late...[/i]

Lydia left his mind and smirked. How cute. He thought she was a spoiled rich daddy's girl.

He bent over and offered his hand to help her up. As she took it, he said, "I'm so sorry about that miss. Are you all right?"

The smirk was still in place, although she looked more amused now. "Apology accepted. You should really watch where you're going, you know. If you left a little earlier you wouldn't be late, or have run into me. I [i]guess[/i] I'll be okay, though. I'll just take a little asprin, ja?"

This was fun. She could be a little dramatic, and act like prima donna he thought she was. It was really both their faults that they ran into each other, neither looking where they were going, but if she could get him to take the whole blame (without using her telepathy, too), why not try? She smiled secretively. Even running into someone had its entertaining moments. [/color][/size]

[Deadpool]

[color=darkred][size=2][font=book antiqua]Jason made his way down the crowded street. His boss had told him to take the next couple of weeks off so he would feel better and then would be nice and ready for work. Good thing was he was getting paid for his vacation. He slowly pushed his way through the people until he came to the traffic light. The kid next to him and head phones on with music blaring out of it, only it was annoyingly loud. As Jason pushed by him he concentrated on his hand and suddenly the cd player sparked and in a second the batteries were drained and the music stopped.

Jason smiled as he set his hand against the light pole and the diffused the electricity into it. It had become a habit that he had to pick up almost instantly since if he didn't the next person he touched would have a bad case of static shock or even worse. He rubbed his hand as he walked across the street. Everytime he did that or even when he didn't mean to his muscles always cramped.

He stopped paying attention where he was going and rounded the corner running straight into a woman who was draggin another man out of a small cafe with her sending them both to the ground while he himself remained unfased. He took off his black cowboy hat revealing short buzzed hair and deep emerald green eyes as he held out a leather gloved hand which he wore so he didn't shock people. [b]"Sorry mam. Didn't mean to send ya'll crashing to the ground like that. Let me buy ya'll a drink or something to eat as compensation"[/b] He noticed people looking at him funny due to his Southern accent being out of place in Manhattan, but he loved being unique.[/font][/size][/color]