Daniella frowned, her brows drawing together with the movement, as she watched him sign. He was spelling out the letters, but that was better than nothing at all. He wants you to tell her to be quiet. Before the mystery guy notices. She nodded slightly before speaking, her voice barely audible, but just enough for the other girl to hear. It was a trick picked up from years of practice trying to communicate without others hearing, the same reason she'd learned Morse-Code and ASL. "Keep quiet." Two words, but enough to get the message across without gathering attention. Hopefully.
Lilith turned her head in the direction of the noise. There must be others. She thought it was best to obey whoever this mystery person was, so she nodded her head.
The boy sunk back in relief, nodding his thanks to the girl who'd communicated his message. For a moment he looked at the final kid, the only one still asleep, before beginning to spell again. He had a theory. "G-A-M-G". He furrowed his eyebrows questioningly, looking between Daniella and Lilith.
"N-I-H-I-L-I-S-T." Daniella signed back, after a moment of trying to figure out which letter he had mixed up. Though she wasn't all that interested in sharing information, it wasn't like it was going to make the situation any worse. Hopefully. She studied the blindfolded girl, before raising an eyebrow slightly at the boy as she took a guess. "O-R-A-C-L-E. B-L-I-N-D-F-O-L-D." Spelling things out felt like a step back, despite knowing that it was easier for the boy to understand.
It took him longer than he'd like to admit to peice together what she'd signed, but he nodded in understanding. I figured as much… But why are the four of us here? he asked himself dejectedly. "W-I-T-C-H," he spelled, looking at his chest and back to the Nihilist. "G-A-G." Then he gestured towards the still-sleeping kid. "T-R-O-J-A-M," he guessed, sighing inaudibly. It would make sense if the rest of them were from three of the four most well-known gangs. He was beginning to regret even further the lack of his knowledge concerning sign language. Spelling things out was taking forever, and God knows how many mistakes he's made already. "E-X-I-T-S," he asked, craning his head to demonstrate how he couldn't see behind the beam he was tied to.
"O-U-T, O-F, V-I-E-W." She paused in between each spelled word, giving him a chance to translate, as she looked around anyway. She couldn't see any, not within her line of sight, and turning too far would make too much noise. Closing her eyes would have been ideal, but she couldn't risk missing the boy's signing, so she checked for any of the items she'd had on her with them open, the best she could. I had a couple bobby pins in my hoodie. The chances I still have me gun are low, though.
Disappointment welled up inside of him, but he nodded again because what else could he do?
(waiting for @Qxeensryche-is-bored-again because we kinda need her character conscious to move onto the next part)
Name: Aaron Henderson
Age: 15
Gang: The Trojans
Appearance:
Height: 5'10
Eye Color: His actual eye color is a dark brown but he usually wears blue contacts, that doesn't mean he doesn't wear different colored contacts though. He has worn green contacts but he only wears colors that look good on him, which usually consists of different shades of blue. Also, he wears contacts to school sometimes for no reason in particular. (By the way, he looks very innocent with brown eyes but he's the exact opposite when he was contacts)
Hair Color: Original color is black, but he dyes it a lot, yet it isn't damaged and is still pretty. The color he has now is his original hair color, black.
General Features: Since his mother South Korean and his dad is American, he got his mother's looks and his father's personality. He also has eight ear piercings, three lower piercings on both ears and two Helix piercings in his right ear. But he usually only wears an earring in one of the lower piercings
Aaron with blue contacts in, Aaron without blue contacts
Background: Aaron's parents had met when his father went to South Korea for a project in high-school, exchanging numbers and trying to teach his mother English while his mother taught his father Korean. His father helped his mother get to America and they got married, raising Aaron in a small and quiet village. His life had been pretty normal until Aaron woke up and found his father in a pool of blood, a bullet in his head and heart along with stab wounds all over his body. Aaron was absolutely devastated, the poor boy was only 10 and he didn't know any better, making him think his father was just acting. But the truth hit him hard when his mother walked into the room and started bawling her eyes out when she saw him, shaking his father's lifeless body as if trying to wake him up. He had been diagnosed with social anxiety around 13, which made his life harder because he had been his mother's translator, considering she didn't learn English fully yet and Aaron had grown up speaking English and Korean fluently. He often had to translate all the neighbor's gossip about how successful their sons were and about how Aaron was just a spoiled brat. This made him want to become the best at everything, which made him popular in high-school.
Personality: He's usually pretty shy and won't initiate a conversation or speak his opinions first unless it's about a topic he is really interested in. He also does the most random things at the most random times, like doing a weird dance during dinner to make everyone laugh where he would also end up on the floor laughing. Also, he can be a bit too hardworking and will not take care of himself until he faints out of nowhere. He has done it before and will probably do it again. He can also be really straightforward, if he wants something, he will put all his efforts and energy into it.
Other: Umm, I'm terrible at making characters
(Is he okay? Also, I'm so sorry I didn't make my character earlier! And I know it's Jungkook)
(He's great! His tragic past though really hurts my heart- And don't worry lol, I do that with a lot of my characters. Go ahead and post a response when you're ready! ^^)
(I did a quick rough draft sketch of Eugene and Swish while I was waiting. [x])
((Holy shit bro your art is??? So good???))
(First of all, how are you so good???? Teach me your ways please)
Aaron groaned softly, his head throbbing like hell when he had woken up. He slowly opened his eyes, his blue eyes flickering across the room and taking in everything. When he saw a boy around his age pointing at him, his eyebrows drew together in confusion. He had been about to point at himself to check but quickly realized he was chained to the beam he was resting on, earning a muffled sound of surprise from him. He kept trying to look at what bound him to the support beam, making him twist in a pretty weird angle. After he had realized they were cuffs, he turned back around and sighed softly. I got kidnapped. Fun. As if that totally hasn't happened before. Adding on, I'm also with other people. Just how much more miserable can my life get?
(uh, practice for many many years I guess?? but thanks, you guys! glad you like it!)
Eugene looked to the other boy at the subdued noise he made, beginning to sign again. Before he could even form the first letter, the volume of the television was turned up and the channel switched again. Eugene flinched so suddenly that he couldn't help the faint clink sound his restraints made. His eyes darted to what he could see of the kidnapper, noting with mild relief that he hadn't yet moved, until the screen caught his attention. A female reporter was talking into the camera, seemingly standing in front of the wreckage of a potions store. Oh sh*t, that's not good, he cussed inwardly, focusing in on the burning building that used to be the Mavericks's hideout. "…where it appears that one of the city's most fearsome gangs, the Mavericks, has been hiding for the past year. While an exact number is not yet known, it is estimated that there were thirteen gang members killed in the incident, with another three badly injured. Police are still investigating the cause of the fire, but suspicions lie with a rival gang—the Trojans," the lady announced. As she continued talking, Eugene glanced at the other boy in the room with tears in his eyes. He couldn't help it. That was his family she was talking about, and if the fault really lay with the Trojans, then…then… It's not his fault, his brain reminded him. He's been locked up here with you. The TV clicked off, and with a start Eugene snapped his eyes back to the kidnapper, who was now standing facing him and the other kids. The man was tall—at least six foot—with the most green eyes Eugene had ever seen—excluding his own. "I see all four of you are finally awake," he said, his voice reminding the witch of those Rice Crispy cereal commercials. Snap, crackle, pop. "How long do you suppose it'll take for the remaining Mavericks to stage a counterattack? A few days? …A few hours?" he chuckled, beginning to step closer to them.
Lilith turned her head towards the new noise and frowned. This must be the man who kidnapped us. But she didn't say a word, just in case if it was still wasn't safe.
When the news made it's way to Aaron's ear, his eyes widened in surprise as he glanced at the boy again with tears in his eyes now. He was about to say it wasn't him, but he realized he was gagged. He kept forgetting small things like that, especially when in a situation like this where it was usually fight or flight for him. So he just shook his head instead, hoping the other understood what he was trying to say.
(I'm going to wait until @thighighcrocs-aint-fourteen-anymore responds, because the next post will require a bit more context. Just an FYI to @Qxeensryche-is-bored-again, Aaron isn't really supposed to be gagged… There's no reason for him to be. Only Eugene is gagged, because the kidnapper doesn't want him casting any verbal spells. Only Lilith is blindfolded, so she can't manipulate the psychic energy around her, and Aaron, as a shapeshifter, would be bound in silver so that he can't change forms. Daniella, as a human, doesn't really have any specific countermeasurements, except that obviously anything that she could've reached would've been moved because the Nihilists are known to be crafty. Although I suppose we could make it to where maybe Aaron had been the first kidnapped and maybe wouldn't stop talking, so he had to be gagged and knocked out again?)
(bumping this because I don't want it to die, and I've seen at least some of you around online)
((Sorry! My notif inbox is a mess, and I constantly miss things all the time))
The words were out without a second thought, Daniella's mouth moving before she could even register it. "Depends. With that much manpower lost, they might wait for a few days, to let themselves adjust." Her voice was oddly steady and eerily calm, nearing empty and matching the expressionless mask on her face. "Or, they could retaliate right away. Out of grief, anger, or both. It mostly comes down to who's left and who's in charge."
She didn't know many Mavericks, beyond the ones she'd run into and fought before. But she knew how these gangs worked, and she'd pieced together enough about the others to understand that they weren't all that different from the Nihilists, in terms of loyalty. Well, most of them. You know for a fact there are issues with your own loyalty. Nice try. Ice had flooded her veins as their kidnapper had moved, and it was everything she could do to keep from letting that fear take over completely as her moved towards them while speaking. Use that fear. Use it to stay alive.
((I understand! I'm just really happy with this rp idea and I didn't want it to die before even really taking off))
The kidnapper paused in his steps, turning to give Daniella his attention. "Ah, the Nihilists. Logical as always, I see," the man remarked, barely holding back a sneer. There was something wrong about the way he spoke, Eugene noticed. It was as if he was speaking to the gang as a whole, rather than who he guessed was just a single recruit. He swallowed back the burning lump in his throat, blinking back his tears. He had to focus on the issue at hand—he could learn the names of the casualties later. The kidnapper turned his attention to Eugene. "What do you think, Maverick?" he questioned, stepping closer to the young witch. Eugene mustered up his best glare, eyes flickering down and back up to point out the gag and hoping to convey how very not-amused he was. "Right—Tsk, can't have you casting any spells now, can we? Oh well. You'll have time to mull it over in that dull brain of yours, I suppose. And the other two?" he asked, glancing at the Trojan and the Prophet.
(Sorry! I know I've been on but I really didn't know what to do because my character was blindfolded)
Lilith was trying her hardest to analyze the situation. Damn, I wish I wasn't so dependent on my eyesight. She sneered, "You wanna know what I think? I think you're sick! Kidnapping people? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Her voice had escalated throughout her little burst, so when she finished her voice was near a scream.
(no—I get it! Part of the reason why I wanted to move this along so quickly)
The man turned to face Lilith, tutting and shaking his head smoothly. "Now now—that wasn't the question. Although I suppose I can understand your curiosity, considering the circumstances. Still, I suggest you do not speak to me in a disrespectful tone again," he spoke, his voice remaining pleasant and friendly throughout. "I may have left you untouched so far, but believe me—I can cause you unimaginable pain." Eugene growled behind the gag, his eyes narrowing hatefully. The sound produced was muffled, but distinctively threatening. The kidnapper—who really needed a name—followed the noise with his eyes, resting his gaze on the witch. "Oh? Did you have something to say, after all?" he inquired icily, crouching in front of Eugene and peeling the gag back just enough for the witch to speak. "Yeah—go to hell," he grunted, shoving upwards with his legs and unbalancing the man enough to where his hand fell away from his mouth. There was a clattering of metal on the floor, and Eugene could've cried at the sight of the silver pin only a few feet away. "Mu—" Before the witch could finish the spell that would transform his familiar, a blinding pain eminated from his bare ankle—right where the kidnapper was gripping him. He writhed, choking on a scream, before wordlessly falling limp against the support beam again. He was panting heavily, but his eyes were wide as he looked at the kidnapper in fear. Blood magic, he realized, filling with dread. He didn't have the time or energy to finish the spell, eyes watering as the gag was refastened and he was left to recover. The man cleared his throat and straightened his shirt before standing to his full height. "I tried to warn you," he stated disapprovingly, looking at the pin on the ground. "This is your familiar, correct?" he asked rhetorically. "Well, it's a shame you can't call him, but I'll leave him here to keep you company while you think on your behavior." It didn't matter how close Swish was if he couldn't voice the transformation spell. Eugene would've glared again, if he hadn't still been shaking. The kidnapper shot a dirty look at each of the kids, and said, "This kind of attitude is only part of why I'm not sorry at all about pitting your gangs against each other. Soon—with a little luck—things will escalate into a full blown war that ends with your bodies being displayed where they can all be seen." With that cheery statement hanging in the air, the kidnapper stormed off without another word. The distant clang of a door shutting could be heard echoing around the room and then—dead silence.
Not being able to do anything, to free herself or to at least hit the man, was exactly the kind of thing that haunted Daniella's dreams. More the former than the latter, at least in it's simplest phrasing. Her face stayed blank though, as she watched the scuffle start and stop, taking in as much information as she could. Her eyes stayed on the spot their kidnapper had finally left her sights, even after the door had shut. This was going to be hell.
"And I thought I had issues." She said simply, deciding there was no point in continuing in sign at this point. So what if the man was listening. He wouldn't learn anything useful, not unless she let him. There's an idea. Maybe you can build off of that. Daniella's eyes drifted to the pin laying on the ground, and she considered the distance between any limb she could stretch, and the unassuming item. It was the witch's familiar, which could be useful. And if not, it was something that could easily fit into a lock or the hinges of her restraints.
