forum The Great Four (CLOSED)

Started January 13, 2019 by @KoffeeOwl

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Name: James Fleet
Age: 21
Gender: Male
S/O: Bisexual
Appearance: Black hair in a longer free laying style, hazel eyes leaning towards a more green color, darker brown skin tone, pointed ears, stands tall at around 6'9", very defined muscles, and has a broad body type.
Attire: Tight dark green hoodie with the hood above his black denim jacket, a white tank top underneath all of that, blue jeans, converses, or he's wearing some type of hiking boots.
Species (human or otherwise): Elf
General Personality: Stubborn, hot headed, horrible instincts, heavy conservationist, and is semi-outgoing.
History (optional): Meh.
Family: Doesn't talk to his parents, but he has two older brothers (Clifton and Ryder) and a young MTF sister (Quincy).

Name: Sophia Collins
Age: 18
Gender: Female
S/O: Do what you want, but she is not really the loving type.
Appearance: Pale skin that looks yellow in the right light. Unusually small, with short, spiked, blonde hair and fierce green eyes. Small hands with long sharp nails that are normally pained black.
Attire: Ripped dark jeans and a small, tight fitting leather jacket with silver spikes.
Which of the Great Four are They?: Famine
General Personality: Jaded, sarcastic. Dark sense of humor
History (optional): When her parents got divorced she started hanging with the wrong crowds, which is how she acquired her addiction. Desperately wants happiness but will rarely admit it to herself, much less anyone else.
Family (optional): Lives with divorced dad. When she feels like it.
Other: Vapes, but will use regular cigarettes if she has to. Anorexic. Is addicted to nicotine.

Alright, I'll add both of them and then post the starter/opening in about thirty minutes.))

All throughout the city, people began waking up, most of them hurrying out the door to work or school. Stepping through the automatically opening doors of a subway, Sariel gripped of one of the triangular handholds. To his left, people were still shoving onto the train, shuffling around one another once they were inside. Shortly after the doors closed and the people inside quit jostling each other around, the train began moving again, only to stop a few moments later for a crowd of people to leave. The gap, Sariel noticed, was quickly filled with another cloud of irritated looking strangers.
Every now and then, someone would look at him oddly, though they were mostly old women and men who seemed to disapprove of his hair and what looked to be tattooed arms. They aren't tattoos though, and my hair isn't dyed. Sariel thought, looking to his right as his foot was stepped on. But of course, most of them won't know that.
Craning his neck around to see the people around him, Sariel noticed a few brightly colored heads, most of them being shades of blue or pink. It probably used to be a lot easier to tell them apart. Now people can just use dyes or go to tattoo parlors.

Just letting you guys know ahead of time, my replies may begin to be a bit spotty at around 8:00, the weather isn't the best where I live right now.))

Aria hurried onto the train, getting to a moderately cleared spot next to a man with some nice looking tattoos. Someone bumped into her back and she turned, giving the person who had ran into her a menacing scowl. She turned back towards the man, looking over him and his light green hair.

James hated the subway, being crammed together all into a singular car and then carted around in an underground system. However it was the fastest way to work, and he was running a tad bit late. So he had begrudgingly gotten onto the subway, pulling out his phone to check his emails. Nothing new, except for the spam emails that kept showing up. He only got a few strange looks, but it was for his height if anything. Though every look sent him into a slight panic attack. He noticed a guy with colored hair and tattoos, now a days that could be anyone. Yet the elf was inclined to think it was a forest sprite, he made no motions and just watched.

Thatcher had slipped onto the subway, sighing reluctantly as he was packed in between all the people. He brushed his naturally white hair back a but as he glanced around, looking at the other people. His eyes landed on a very tall man, one who was taller than him. He considered himself tall, and didn’t see many people taller than him too often.

Pandora barely managed to squeeze between the doors of the train car before they slid shut behind her, almost stumbling straight into a tattooed man. "Sorry," she muttered half-heartedly, already turning away– only to realize that the loose sleeve of her top had gotten caught between the doors. "Son of a–" Various curses followed as she tugged uselessly at the sleeve, only succeeding in tearing it further. Of course. I'm one out of the dozens of people in this car, and I'm the one who get their sleeve caught in the door. Fantastic.

Letting go of the handhold, Sariel shoved his hands into his pockets. People were now sliding into the small spaces that had once been empty. There can't be much more room left. He thought, looking over the crowd once more and noticing a girl with bright pink hair that had appeared next to him as well as two men who towered over everyone else. As the train stopped once again, two or three people walked through the doors, one of them a girl who had gotten her sleeve caught in the door and was only ripping it further as she tried to tug it away from the closed doors. I don't see why there are so many people here this morning…

(…Plot!)

James noticed an odd amount of people getting on, almost all that the same time. A guy who was almost as tall as him, strange. Girl with bright pink hair, stranger. One who seemed so incompetent as to get her sleeve stuck in the door, strangest. He wondered if something was going to start happening, with all these strange people here. That seemed too be a trend with him, the stranger the people got, the more things that happened. Another reason to hate the subways.

Who's plot, don't know her.//

Aria's usual frown deepened as more people came onto the subway train. More people meant more chance of an injury or a disaster, in her reasoning anyways. Hm… Lot's of people, angry people. I could probably start a fight right now, but I don't feel like it. Wait, why don't I feel like it? I always feel like starting a fight…

Continuing to eye those around him, Sariel noticed that the last few people to get on all had some odd trait. Aside from their hair colors, he had noticed that a man in a denim jacket had pointed ears. Elves? Sariel thought, glancing around at his feet as a loud squeaking noise began happening every few seconds. A few moments later, the triangular handhold that he had been using fell to the ground, narrowly missing him and the people closest, as most of them jumped out of the way.

Pandora flinched backwards, a loud clang reverberating through the train car. She turned around, searching for the source of the noise, only to find that a handle had fallen to the ground. Frowning briefly at it, she turned away again, set on working her sleeve loose. "I swear to god," she muttered under her breath, the sleeve continuing to tear.

There it was! The beginning of a horrible transport, due to all the strange people here. James wondered what caused it though, maybe the guy had been holding on too tightly. He doubted it, but it seemed the most plausible. Unless…. Nooo, those were just rumors. Everything's still fine.

Thatcher grimaced ever so slightly at the noise. He glanced at a few other.. odd looking passegers before adverting his gaze. He just wanted to get off of this public transport as soon as possible.

At the next stop, many of the people who had been standing around Sariel got off the train, assumably because of the handhold that had almost smacked them on its way down to the floor. The sudden lack of seven to eight people caused those in other areas of the train car to move to the open spaces, once more leaving little free space. Looking out one of the windows, Sariel checked the signs dangling above the exits. Two more stops. He thought, looking down at the handhold on the floor.
The knees of his pants were covered in spaced out patches of faded dirt. Before he had gotten on the train, Sariel had been at his -now empty- parent's house to see if everything as far as the garden in its backyard was doing okay. All of the plants had remained alive, despite no one living in the house, and the many trees had begun to take over the back porch, making their way toward's the house's back door.
Looking toward the doors closest to himself, Sariel began inching toward them, finding a new place to stand to the right of them. I should be able to get out quickly. He thought, waiting for the next stop.

Bump))

"Watch it jackass!" said a girl with spiked blond hair.

Pandora muttered something underneath her breath when the doors finally opened, releasing her sleeve. She sighed, leaning against the wall of the train car and allowing her eyes to dart from passenger to passenger. They landed on a tall, tattoo-covered man inching slowly towards the door, one who seemed to be in a hurry.

James noticed how few people were now on the subway. He looked at the map and saw his stop was coming up soon, finally. He could get away from the crazy people and back to his normal life.

Aria rolled her eyes at the people who scurried away when the handle dropped. It's just something falling, cowards. She thought.

Stopping about a foot from where he was going to stand, Sariel looked back to see an extremely thin girl with spiked up hair.
"Oh, sorry," he said, speaking slowly. How many people did I shove around on my way over here? He wondered, taking a few seconds to peer at the people around the blonde. None of them seemed to be even relatively bothered by him moving around them.
Taking a step back, Sariel positioned himself by the door, looking at the legs of the bench next to him. Hopefully I didn't start something.