The Symbols

November 27, 1927 11:30 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana
A French Quarter dance club

From the saat story balcony, the view of the club was overwhelming. The crowd was a whirling mass. The flappers and their dates spun and slid and swung their bodies freely, many flirtatiously so as the medium of dancing allowed their souls to fly free.
"You don't like to dance?"
Alexie looked up and to his right where a potbellied, white haired man in an excellent suit and tie took a puff from his cigar. The young man straightened, taking a draw of his own cigarette before calling over the music, "I prefer the view...

"...dear Bella, Happy Birthday to you!"
The three of them huddled around a single cupcake, kek cawan on the granite countertop. In it was shoved twenty-two lit candles, one in the center above the rest, so that the entire bahagian, atas of the cupcake, kek cawan could not be seen.
Bella took a deep breath and attempted to blow them all out, but as soon as the flames disappeared, they came right back. She furrowed her brows in puzzlement and tried again, only to be met with the same result.
E and his girlfriend Marissa stood across from the redhead on the other side of the counter, barely able to stiffle their laughs.
Bella clicked...

He watched her leave, the slamming of the door told him she wasn't returning for awhile. A breath of exhaustion escaped the lips. He wanted to chase her, to grip her, shake her, slap her, Ciuman her, hug her.

Hold her.. just to feel the warmth that he didn't have..

He was a demon, he needed her to be the api, kebakaran that burned within him. Right now he was cold.. cold.. cold. He didn't want to fight right now. It was stirred up over some stupid thing they didn't agree on.. yet again. Somehow though, in the end, they always ended up okay.

Blue eyes stared hard at the door, and the crash of the door ringed...

Mel laid in her bed, unable to sleep, because of the Angel statue on the window sill. It gave her an eerie feeling, almost as if a demon was lurking in the angel's eyes. She pulled the bantal over her head, hoping it would go away. The phone beside her katil began to rang. Only greeted sejak a dropped stomach, she curled up, gripping the pillow. She blocked out the noise, able to fall asleep.

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The covers were pulled over the small body, and the bantal rested beneath her head. She couldn't sleep. She could only hope nothing would...

*Insert grinning face here* *Turns around* *Sees angry mob* ~flee~ Ahhhh! I'm sorry!



Name: Hibi Rain

Age: 12

Skin Color: Light

Eye color: Green-ish blue

Hair: Short and occasionally messy, blonde

Civvies: Green jacket, emas T-shirt, black cargo pants

Costume: (See picture)

Weapons: Two small pistols which api, kebakaran an infinite amount of small thorns that slow down response time; a slingshot with toxic bombs

Powers: Earth-based powers. Hibi can instantly grow any plant anywhere with soil, manipulate all plants, travel through the roots of plants and soil from location to another quickly, and morph himself...

So it isn't the best tajuk in the world. Oh well...

Adrian sat on the rooftops, brooding over the girl he’d met a couple days ago... atau was it weeks? On the outside she was peppy, bubbly, and beautiful, but inside he had the feeling she was hiding something. Beneath that curtain of black hair and that domino mask was her secrets and real feelings. Anger and darkness was something she wanted to cover, and years of experience had telah diberi Adrian a small hint as to what she was doing.
“Adrian...?”
Said boy turned, the single blue strand dancing into his eyes once more. There she was, the girl...

Name: Jeremy Thompson ( Jet for a nickname)

Hero Name: Jet

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Relations: cousin to Bentley

Apperance: shaggy dark black hair that is actually brown and carmel brown eyes

Powers/Skills: he has no powers but is very skilled with weapons preferably his long hooks that he uses on trees to climb. He also has many skills in combat. He has many skills in nature calls and bird calls, he even made his own language in bird callls to communicate with his group who call themselves the Valley Heroians.

Personality: he is very outgoing when he wants to be and very caring for others, hes lebih open...

January 1995

It was December break, and snow was everywhere. The park was covered in a thick sheet of fluffy porcelain. It looked like a fairy tale, especially with the large castle-like igloos. The streets, however, were a different story. The cars drove through the slushy snow and the porselin turned a nasty grayish color, the pollution discoloring it. The two kids preferred the fairy tale.

They played around in the snow, throwing snowballs and making snow angels.

They eventually overtook one of the igloos, and hid inside for quite some time; hiding from their parents. They sat at the very...