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Post by bree on Aug 16, 2012 14:29:34 GMT -7
[div style="width:500px; height:40px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FFFFFF; font-family:timesnewroman; text-align:center; font-size:27px; text-shadow:2px 2px 6px;]I'm a victim of this day and age [/div][div style="width:500px; height:20px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]I've forgotten how to feel, I've forgotten how to change[/div] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/o8ffk5.png),bTable][atrb=vAlign, top]
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[/td] [td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree walked through the park slowly, one foot after the other, her face as blank as usual. Unlike usual, however, it was hiding childish exitement. How long had it really been since she'd been to a park? She couldn't remember. She'd barely gone outside the past 4 years of her life and even before then she hadn't gone to a park for a long time. It was odd the kind of things she missed, simple things that most people would take for granted. There wasn't a thing she wouldn't of given away to be outside not too long ago and now she was here. She stopped walking. She was here, outside. She could do... Anything. But she couldn't think of anything. What was it that people usually did at parks again? Play? ... Bree wouldn't do that. Playing was for children, and she could hardly call herself a child anymore. She seemed to remember something about fresh air and how nice it was supposed to be on your lungs so she decided to take a deep breath of it in. ... It was kind of nice after being hidden away for so long. Bree turned her eyes to a tree. Trees. She had read that trees produced the oxygen that allowed people to breath, though she hadn't really understood how. There were quite a lot of big words which, as embaressing it was to admit, she didn't understand. They just kind of did that. She also remembered climbing on one a long long time ago. She paused and looked around herself to make sure nobody was looking her way, which they weren't. She would allow herself to climb the tree for a few moments before climbing down. Quickly she ran up to the tree and grabbed onto a branch, pushing off the tree to get up onto it. She almost smiled. Perhaps she would have it wasn't for the fact she forgot that there wasn't anything to rest her back on. Next thing she knew she was falling backwards to the ground, hitting her back against the ground. Pain. Hm. Bree hadn't felt pain in a long time, she wasn't used to. It wasn't very pleasent for her, evident by the tears beginning to form at her eyes. There was only one 'word' for this situation. A short word. "Ow..."[/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 17, 2012 0:29:58 GMT -7
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The girl's sharp golden eyes spotted a small girl climbing a tree, before sitting on a branch. However, she didn't anticipate the lack of something to rest her back on, and her momentum sent her into a full circle. Dana could only watch in dull astonishment as the girl tumbled to the ground. "Hey, you alright?" the blonde asked, jogging up to the injured girl. It was rhetorical, of course; there was no way she was okay from that fall, judging by the way she was reacting. "That was a nasty-ass fall." She offered out her hand. "How's your back, chica?" [/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 17, 2012 1:11:02 GMT -7
[div style="width:500px; height:40px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FFFFFF; font-family:timesnewroman; text-align:center; font-size:27px; text-shadow:2px 2px 6px;]I'm a victim of this day and age [/div][div style="width:500px; height:20px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]I've forgotten how to feel, I've forgotten how to change[/div] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/o8ffk5.png),bTable][atrb=vAlign, top]
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[/td] [td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree looked up at the girl standing above her before slapping the offered hand away. Bree didn't want to rely on this girl's aid at all, she couldn't allow herself to rely on anyone's aid big or small. It would snowball, the next thing she'd know she'd be relying on everyone only for someone to betray her and leave her in an even worse position. She wouldn't let that happen, she couldn't let that happen. Instead she opted to sit herself up, groaning in pain as she did, before standing, being carefully not to move her back this time. "I'm fine." She said before sniffing, only just noticing her tears. She looked away from the girl to rest her head on the tree, her face pointing down and her left arm over her head. "It... It just..." Bree placed her right hand on her back, feeling another surge of pain. "... It hurts..."Bree wanted to slap herself for acting like she was, it was downright pathetic of her. How could she be doing this in front of another person? She sounded like a little kid, whinging about a bruise they got. She just wasn't used to the pain, to any physical pain. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 17, 2012 16:30:48 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Dana would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised when she found her hand promptly batted away. An eyebrow raised as the girl instead forced herself to sit up straight, leaning on the tree she had just fallen from. She said she was fine, but it wasn't very convincing - she looked as if she were about to burst into tears on the spot. "Yeah, sure you're fine," the blonde said flatly, "I'm sure you're just secretly chopping onions." Regardless of whether or not the girl felt as if she needed help, Dana took a seat next to her.
"Look, if you're going to lie about being hurt, you could at least try not to look like you're about to start crying when you do it. That makes whatever you say a lot less believable." Though the girl looked a few years younger than she, maybe 13 or so, so it was likely she wasn't used to such pain. "Yeah, I bet that really hurt. Not every day you fall on your back off a tree like that." She ruffled the girl's hair affectionately. "I'm sure the pain'll wear off in a bit, if you get some ice on that.[/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 18, 2012 2:48:31 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] "Shut up..." Bree mumbled at the girl. When she proceeded to ruffle her hair Bree backed off and stared at her coldly. "... Why did you do that?" She asked as she put her left hand on the top of her head. "What did you put in my hair?!" Her voice was slightly panicky as she began to move her hands through her hair, searching for something that wasn't there. After a while of searching Bree stopped and stared at the girl again. "What did you do..." It was said less like a question and more like a demand. Bree's back still hurt, but she was ignoring the pain. She was too focused on what the girl had the potential to have done to her when she ruffled her hair. Bree wasn't sure if anyone had done that to her before. Maybe back when her family didn't know she was a mutant... But that was a long while ago. Bree didn't think how she did back then anymore. She couldn't think of any reason why this person would ruffle her hair other then to do some kind of harm to her... "What do you want with me?" Bree clenched her fists and prepared to use her power. She didn't activate it just yet, the girl would be able to tell by the changes it made to how Bree looked. She didn't want the girl to have an upper hand like that in case she tried to attack or something. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 18, 2012 14:00:31 GMT -7
***** ASHES, ASHES From behind her shades, Dana looked at the girl in surprise as she ran her hands through her head, demanding to know what she did. "I didn't put anything in your hair, chica," the blonde stated simply. "All I did was ruffle your hair a bit, like this," and she did it again. "Come on, I don't look that suspicious." Certainly not enough to merit such instant distrust from the girl. She'd have to see what was up with that."What do you mean, what do I want with you?" Dana questioned. "I saw you hurt yourself, so I'm naturally going to try to help you out. I don't see why you're getting your panties in a bunch over that."
Golden eyes trailed down to the girl's hands, which were balled into fists and shaking, "No need to do that, either, chica. I'm not going to fight you, especially after a fall like that. Besides, even at the top of your game, there's no way you could beat me." She didn't say it as an insult, nor a boast; it was matter-of-fact, just a thing that she knew. Notes:stuff here Tagged: Person here Words: ### template by pianissimo of gangnam-style |
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Post by bree on Aug 18, 2012 14:24:07 GMT -7
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[/td] [td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree moved away again when the girl went to ruffle her hair, she didn't trust or like her one bit. To Bree she did look that suspicious, nearly everyone was. She didn't, in fact she couldn't, trust anyone at all. Everyone had the potential to betray her. Just like her family did. Just like her sister did... But that wasn't the point now. The point now was that this girl was trying to do something to her and Bree was going to stop her, no matter what. No way she could beat her? Maybe she was right, but Bree wasn't just going to let this girl do whatever she wanted to her. "You don't know me..." Bree felt threatened enough now to get her powers ready. She closed her eyes and opened them again to show that they had turned completely black, a dark-purple outline surrounding her. "... Get any closer and I will hurt you." Bree already lightened gravity on herself in preperation in case the person before her tried anything. Bree knew that if her suspicions were correct then, whoever this person was, would already know she was a Mutant, maybe even what her powers were. They'd be prepared. Despite this Bree refused to give them any ground, she wouldn't let them do what they wanted without a fight. "Just... Stay away from me. Stay back. You don't get permission to touch me."[/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 18, 2012 15:44:56 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]If Dana felt at all threatened by the girl's warnings, she didn't show it. Instead she gazed calmly into the girl's now-black eyes, which glowed dangerously at her. "So you're a mutant, too. What a coincidence." Though she didn't move an inch from her spot, she made sure to give no ground to the other girl. No sudden movements, lest she provoke the girl. It was obvious to her that this girl had been abused in some capacity, and clearly had trust issues.
"Alright, fine. Whatever, I'm not going to fight you. But you're still hurt, and I'm betting you can't use your powers without straining your back more. I'm not going to touch you, but I'm staying here. You're obviously not going anywhere fast, unless North Salem's still open at this hour." Though she was a bit curious as to what her powers were. What sort of powers caused one's eyes to change that much? [/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 18, 2012 16:01:57 GMT -7
[div style="width:500px; height:40px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FFFFFF; font-family:timesnewroman; text-align:center; font-size:27px; text-shadow:2px 2px 6px;]I'm a victim of this day and age [/div][div style="width:500px; height:20px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]I've forgotten how to feel, I've forgotten how to change[/div] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/o8ffk5.png),bTable][atrb=vAlign, top]
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[/td] [td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] "..." Bree remained silent as she stared at the girl, careful in case she moved. She didn't know what this person could do, the fact that she was a Mutant only made Bree more cautious. This person could do anything as far as she knew. This worked both ways, however, as apparently this girl didn't know what Bree's 'powers' were. Powers... Bree hated that term. Powers implied they were something to be proud about... Bree sure as hell didn't feel proud of hers. She would do anything to have never had them, but it was too late now. Even if she somehow got rid of them she could never go back to her family. "You don't know what I can do. For all you know I could crush you with a thought, I could dimish you into a child, I could do anything..." Bree pointed out. "And don't call this... Thing a power." The Mutant stepped back away from Dana. "I don't need you help, or anybody else's. I'll just... Walk it off." Bree wasn't sure if she could really do that, having no idea how injured she really was. She still didn't trust the girl, whatever was wrong with Bree she could do much worse to her... [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 18, 2012 16:54:28 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Dana simply shrugged in response to the girl's rant, still not showing any signs of tension, or bothering to move from her spot. "You're right. Maybe you could do those things, but for all I know you're just bluffing, and your power is to turn into a fish. Same goes for me. Neither of us know what the other can do, so it's pointless to threaten each other." It was obvious now that calling her abilities 'powers' was a sore spot for her, so Dana made sure not to rub salt on that. Something had obviously happened to her because of her mutation. Something to make her so paranoid.
"An injury like that's not something you just walk off without a problem," the blonde retorted, flawlessly slipping into a mimic of the girl's slight accent. "So just relax, chica, and sit back down. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not asking you to trust me, I'm asking you not to exert yourself. I mean you no harm, and you're obviously in no condition to hurry off anywhere. If you got a problem, I'm willing to listen." [/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 18, 2012 18:26:35 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree stared intently at Dana as she made her points and, slowly, began to calm down. Eventually she moved on to cancel her powers, returning herself to normal-level gravity, and unclenching her fists. She still remained far away and in a defensive position, however. "... Fine..." She muttered. "But I have no problems I want or need your help with." She stated to make sure the girl got the message. "And you stay back."Keeping her eyes firmly on Dana, without even blinking, Bree slowly sat down on the ground. She kept one leg out and the other bent with her foot on the floor, one hand on her knee and the other behind to keep upright so she didn't hurt her back. "... My name's Bree." She muttered as she lowered her eyes to the ground. "I live at the Xiavier Institute." Bree wouldn't of told her that if it was anywhere but the Institute, but Bree felt secure that no one could get in there without getting caught by one of the Mutants. No one was strong enough to take on that many people. Bree whiped her eyes with her arm to make sure her tears weren't there. Thankfully they had gone for now. Good, she didn't want to be showing anything like that. "I'm just not used to pain is all... I spent a lot of time inside because-" Bree stopped there, she wasn't going to tell this girl her life story. That was stupid. "... Because stuff." 'Stuff'? Bree mentally slapped herself. She needed to think up better things then just 'stuff'. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 18, 2012 21:40:24 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]The girl's lips quirked upwards into a small smile as the girl gave in and reluctantly sat back down, making a point to keep her eyes trained on Dana. "If you say so... and I said I wouldn't move, didn't I?" she added playfully, glancing sideways to meet eyes with the girl.
"Bree, huh? Nice to meet you." She was tempted to say it was a cute name, but she might take it the wrong way. "Xavier Institute, huh? Man, I'd like to visit there one of these days. I bet living there's pretty boss, huh? Heard that Ice Queen chick's pretty cool." Dana couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Bree's rather lackluster excuse for staying inside. 'Because stuff?' She couldn't think of anything better than that?
"'Because stuff', huh? Yeah, I'd say that was a pretty good reason to stay inside." Maybe sarcasm was a bad idea, but Dana just couldn't help herself; she enjoyed messing with people, especially cute ones like Bree. But if she didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to pry. "Since you told me your name, I should probably tell you mine. I'm Dana. I go to North Salem High. I mean no harm to you, and I don't want to fight you.
"So what's next? You wanna trade information on our mutations? I'm curious what kind of stuff you can do that turns your eyes black like that."[/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 18, 2012 22:09:47 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree's fists clenched again when the girl spoke in that sarcastic tone. She was clearly intelligent to deduce that Bree just didn't want to talk about her circumstances, she knew she was just playing with her to get some reaction or something stupid like that. So Bree remained calm, didn't say a word, forcing her anger of it inside. Her fists unclenched. Bree silently cursed her luck when the girl mentioned she was going to North Salem High. Great. Honestly, though, Bree didn't think she'd be spending all that much time cooked up inside a School. She'd probably skip. She felt she spent enough time inside as it is, so maybe she'd end up avoiding this girl. Still Bree didn't like her chances, she already suspected she'd be caught once or twice. Would probably get berated at by the Xiavier Goons, she'd deal with it. She merely stared at Dana when she asked about her powers for a long while before she finally decided to show her. What harm could it do now, she already knew Bree was a Mutant, and Bree didn't have much she could do at this point. "I don't know why my eyes turn black." She stated. "And I don't know about the purple outline either. They just appear when I use it."Bree paused before continuing, having second thoughts about showing her powers... Eh... What could this girl do? She had her eyes on her and if she followed her back to the Institute... "I control Gavity. Make it weaker, make it stronger... I can change the direction it pulls on people up to a point. Right now I could make you fall forward- My forward." Bree didn't mention the fact that it only had a limited range. Better to be safe then sorry really. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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Post by Hunter on Aug 18, 2012 23:08:53 GMT -7
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Dana let out a whistle as Bree told of her powers. "Control over gravity, huh? Not gonna lie, that's a pretty badass power you got there. I guess you were right; you probably could crush me with a thought." Though she said that, she smiled confidently, "But I'm no slouch, either. See, I got control over electricity. I can absorb it, discharge it, use it to power myself up, that sort of stuff. Meanest static shock you ever seen. When I was a kid, I accidentally stuck a fork in a wall socket and was totally unaffected.
"Problem is, I'm not that good with it yet." Sure, Dana might be providing her with a bit more information than necessary, but trust was a two-way street, right? "I can only discharge it through my fists and feet, so I stick to hand-to-hand combat as much as I can. That way, I'm always good to go in a brawl, you know?" She lifted up her hand, which began to crackle and spark as an orb of electricity formed around it. She barely noticed the people in the park as they stared at her. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Dana asked, the electricity dimming back into nonexistence.[/style]
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Post by bree on Aug 19, 2012 8:07:33 GMT -7
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[/td][td][STYLE=width:340px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:000000; text-align:justify] Bree cringed when the girl complimented her abilities, calling them 'powers' once again. Powers... Powers was a childish word. They shouldn't call these things anything like that, Bree wasn't entirely comfortable with 'abilities' but it was the only thing she could think of that fit. Bree looked at the ground as Dana continued. "Yeah well... I don't have complete control either, I can't make it so strong that you get crushed like that. I wouldn't either. It's cruel and sadistic... Nobody deserves to be slowly crushed alive." Bree muttered. "Either way I believe that it's like... Like a muscle. You have to work to have better control of it. To have it be stronger. I think, I mean I had nearly no control before but after I practiced a bit... Yeah." Bree didn't really feel all that comfortable talking about her Mutation, but Dana seemed to talk to freely about it that Bree felt somewhat... Guilty if she didn't explain as much as she had. Bree reached over to grab a twig on the ground. Her eyes turned black and the outline appeared as she focused on the twig, making gavity weaker on it, before throwing it in the air. It was quite noticable that it went higher then it should have and lowered at a much slower rate then normal. When it was about halfway back down Bree turned gravity back to normal on it and caught it on the way down. "... See?" She mumbled as before throwing the twig behind her. [/div][/td][/tr] [/table][div style="width:500px; height:20px; padding:4px; background-color:#000000; [br"]color:#FF0000; font-family:courier; text-align:center; font-size:10px; text-shadow:1px 1px 3px;]electric of gs[/div][/center] |
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