forum In the World of the Gifted (CLOSED)

Started November 17, 2018 by @KoffeeOwl

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Oh, you can post your own if you want, since I decided against one large starter!))

OKay!//

But for my two, I'm going to go ahead and put something up.))

Heath walked out of his apartment happily, sipping some tea from a thermos as he jumped down the steps. He got a few strange looks from his neighbors but, didn't really care. He jumped through some little kids hopscotch and continued on his way to his working place.

(I just want to say that 1. There is a more villains than freelancers and that will probably make this very unusual an 2. I love Heath now and I kinda want to have my character attempt to reform him)

Do it!//

(I just want to say that 1. There is a more villains than freelancers and that will probably make this very unusual an 2. I love Heath now and I kinda want to have my character attempt to reform him)

Do it!//

(Yes my 16-year-old character will reform your 23-year-old character this will be fun)

I may swap out one of my characters so that the numbers are a bit more even because there are five villains and three freelancers. Okay, so, give me a minute for that and then I will post something here!))

(I just want to say that 1. There is a more villains than freelancers and that will probably make this very unusual an 2. I love Heath now and I kinda want to have my character attempt to reform him)

Do it!//

(Yes my 16-year-old character will reform your 23-year-old character this will be fun)

Considering that my character acts like a ten year old on a sugar high, the age difference shouldn't matter//

(I just want to say that 1. There is a more villains than freelancers and that will probably make this very unusual an 2. I love Heath now and I kinda want to have my character attempt to reform him)

Do it!//

(Yes my 16-year-old character will reform your 23-year-old character this will be fun)

Considering that my character acts like a ten year old on a sugar high, the age difference shouldn't matter//

I'm loving your character more and more okay

Aww thanks!//

Anyhow!//

Heath walked out of his apartment happily, sipping some tea from a thermos as he jumped down the steps. He got a few strange looks from his neighbors but, didn't really care. He jumped through some little kids hopscotch and continued on his way to his working place.

Sol finished her cereal and pulled on her sweatshirt over the Tokyo Ghoul shirt picturing Ken Kaneki's face on it she was wearing.
As she left the apartment she yelled out "Bye Mom, I'm heading to school!" She heard a muffled "bye" through her parent's door. Sol left the apartment complex and started walking to her school five blocks away.

Arryn growled in the direction of the bus she just missed and kicked a rock out of frustration. She sighed heavily then started walking to the bookstore.

Killian finished his last question on his homework then walked out of the house. He waved to Mrs. Sherry and walked to the convenience store two block away.

I edited my original character sheet so I wouldn't take up a bunch of space now that we've started.))

Heath sat down on a bench next to a man, he needed to kill time because he had left his home too early, again. He pulled out his phone and checked his texts, most of them being news messages about all the new villains. One, in particular, had caught his eye, after all, it was a picture of his mask. Have you seen this villain. The title read, he scrolled through it quickly and scrunched his nose. The article had speculated that he was working with a gang of sorts. Bleh, hell no.

Yeah, it's fine if you build up to it!))

(Easton could do it,)
Scooting over a bit from his position on the bench, Easton made sure to stay a few inches away from the plastic that was protecting the top and sides of the bench. One thing that he absolutely hated about having wings, was the fact that he had to lean forward to matter where he was sitting. In chairs, on benches, on the train, the bus. From about a foot in front of him was a black backpack. He picked it up, and dropped his phone in it, seeing no real point to constantly reading what Florence was sending him. I guess I'll just see her when she gets here…
About a hundred feet from her apartment complex, Florence had run into a cluster of people on the sidewalk. Each of them walking horribly slowly as they made their way to wherever they were going. Once, a someone had walked straight into Florence's back, and she had to keep herself from completely going off on the woman. "Oh, it's no problem. Don't worry about it!" She had said, through clenched teeth as the other gave her a dull apology.