Rosie

"I consider it one of my many talents, Lu-" Zeph paused, realising she'd cut the transmission, and swore. "She hung up on me!" He exclaimed, incredulous, his voice bouncing back and forth between the walls of the alley. Huffing a theatrical sigh, he started to get to his feet. As he straightened up, he glanced back, and saw he'd been sitting in a puddle, which had soaked right through his jeans. "Oh, that's just perfect," he sighed, only able to pray the seat of his pants would have dried out by the time he ran into anybody.

Once Luna had finished speaking, Zeph clutched a hand to his heart in mock hurt, even though he knew she wouldn't see it. "Ouch, Luna, now that stung," he declared, voice full of pretend agony. "You know you adore my blabberings, really. Of course you do. And, as for the incident, in my defense, that midget had amazing legs for a slimy hobo. Not that you'd know about an amazing figure..." He trailed off, scratching at the side of his face with a yawn.

"This is Luna. The lead in London was nothing more than a mockery. The source knew nothing, what's the status between the rest of you, if you can report." Zeph buried his face in his hands for a long moment, stifling a louder groan. Then, flicking sweaty hair out of his eyes, he cleared his throat, tugging the sleeve of his jacket up so he could reach the band he wore around his wrist. "Ah, Luna. As if my night wasn't going well enough," he said, the side of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he pictured the expression he knew she'd be wearing at that point. "Storm here. And I got nothin', as usual. Well, I did approach a gorgeous young thing for information, but it turned out she wasn't a gorgeous young thing, but a midget in drag, who proceeded to rob me, so... I'll be mooching off you guys for a few weeks, which I know is a terrible shame since you have no taste whatsoever..." He sighed. "Am I babbling? I hate it when people babble, but I suppose the sound of my voice is something it's hard to tire of."

Things hadn't gone so perfectly after all. Wiping blood from the side of his mouth, Zeph came to rest in an alley, sliding down to a sitting position with his back against one wall. The damp started to soak through to his back, and he grumbled under his breath. Tearing a slim scarred hand through the black tangles of his hair, he closed his eyes, trying to breathe evenly. Of course it had been a trick. He should have known things couldn't have been that easy. If anyone asked, he could always just lie, put on a brave face about it and say he'd lost the target. Right?

Name - Zephyr (Zeph) Slasher Code Name - Storm ([/codename failure]) Age - 16 Powers - Shapeshifting. Location of your Mark of Darkness - Nape of neck. Personality - Zeph is cocky and conceited, prone to being sarky. He isn't openly cold, however, and although he only cares for himself, doesn't take things too seriously. He tends to be immature and selfish, screwing around for the hell of it, and isn't beyond running away and cheating to save his own ass, regardless of his pride. Appearance - Tall for his age, but awkwardly so; and skinny and gangly to boot. Naturally pale- and his pallor looks even more drastic when paired with his dark hair, which tangles around his face and often over his eyes. It curls just across his Mark, partially concealing it. He has hazel eyes normally, but likes to shift the color of them every once in a while. A scar splits across his left cheek, a thin pale line from a knife wound when he was much younger.

"You see, Will... death hurts. But this way, hopefully, you won't feel it so much..." Tessa caught at him, sinking to the floor as he lolled against her. She sat down with a thump, practically cradling Will in her lap. For one small moment, one tiny affectionate gesture, she brushed the tangles of his hair out of his eyes. They were half-lidded, drugged- she wondered if he could even hear her. It wasn't like she'd used it on a human before, and she didn't know how much weaker one could possibly be. Then she tugged at his belt- she knew he kept a knife there- and, once she found it, levelled the blade just above his chest. His heart. "Tessie..." he groaned, voice thick, and she tightened her grip on the knife. Too exhausted to move, Raiden just sprawled there, mentally trying to nurse his injuries. Not that it would work, but at least he could thank his lucky stars he'd managed a flight of steps or two before giving up. He couldn't have much time, but at least his father would have to find him first.

I like one or two of these, but some of them... ick. Criiiiiit, please! <3

When fingernails pricked at his throat, for a small moment, Will wasn

Kaoru from Ouran. As it was until yesterday. [/shot] Seriously. I don't why why it took me months to use a new avatar.

([/postingandactivityfailure]) "I'm dead, and you're alive, and that's the end of it?" Tessie twisted a clump of silver hair between her fingers, refusing to look up at her brother. No way was he going to see her cry. She didn't need to glance up to know that he'd nodded, or that his expression would have finally turned grave, serious. "You still haven't accepted that you're not human anymore," Will stated, an edge to his voice that for once wasn't anger or sarcasm. "But YOU are," she hissed, and, quick as a whip and far too fast for him to follow, dashed forwards, towards him. Will didn't have time to do anything but stumble a step back, sword still lax at his side.

Name: Rosie. ([/shot] I...! It's hard to be creative with a username like mine...!) Schedule: Period 1- Art Period 2- Algebra (-flails uselessly-) Period 3- Chemistry Period 4- PE Lunch Period 5- English Period 6- Drama Period 7- Music Period 8- Psychology Clubs/Teams: Drama group, writing club. Friends/Group: She hops between groups like a demented kangaroo. Likes: Being a little OTT about everything, mucking about, mushrooms, sarcasm, loud music. Dislikes: People who take things too seriously, homework, dress codes, having to pay attention.

Ah, fair enough. I take it there's no one else you like? Regardless, the name calling is really stupid. Granted, all the sticks and stones stuff is a bunch of crap, because stuff like that CAN hurt like hell. But, if you yourself know it isn't true, isn't that what really matters? Getting called gay or emo doesn't mean it's true. You don't become what people call you. I know it's what everyone says, but if you don't retaliate, it isn't as bad.

Ask her to dance. [/shot] No, though, I'm serious. If you like her, just at least try instead of hiding away. It's always better when things are out in the open- and, if she turns you down and people try and tease you, then so what? It's your heart, your feelings. People should be proud of how they feel, not hide it! Even if it does hurt, act like you're just happy that she knows, and it's a load of your chest. It took a few weeks, but when practically everyone I knew found out my crush, when I just shrugged and refused to get embarrassed about how much I liked him, in the end the teasing stopped, because it wasn't working. Plus, we were nearly friends when my liking him slipped out. We see each other far more often, and even though my feelings are the same, it doesn't seem to affect the way he talks to me. I was pretty amazed, but he just took it in his stride, and told me it was cute, really. Good luck, though.

I'm also straight, but it's the same for me as it seems to be with everyone else. I'm a total gay rights supporter. <3 It's one of the few things I really am passionate about. For a while, though, I was definitely bicurious. I was actually pretty ashamed of it, because my parents are to this day incredibly prejudiced and homophobic. My first kiss was with another girl, and I did like it. But I know I'm more likely to be straight. I mean, I think girls are beautiful, hot, whatever you want to call it. But I only get nervous and blush around boys. I've only ever crushed on guys, which I know makes me all too straight. I thought being pansexual meant you went for just about anything that moved. Stupid Internet definitions, I suppose. It's probably relevant to say here that my last BIG crush (as in, long lasting) was gay. He is one of the greatest guys I've ever met. <3

Amy. My middle name's Rose. Amy Rose. My parents were sadistic people. Or they would have been, if they'd ever played Sonic games. And I'm choosing to use Rose as my name now, since it's my middle name, so involves no legal crap to change, and I know nine other girls in my school year alone with the name Amy. I know, I'm so boring, using my name as my username.:'D I prefer Rosie to Rose, since it sounds cuter, IMO. But dammit, most people here have such interesting/awesome names. And mine are just... awfully English and dull. Especially since I come from a family with names like Yannis and Zephyr. It's only my dad out of his three siblings that stayed in the UK. And stayed boring.

"You really don't care-" Will shook his head, in disagreement, letting his sword arm drop so the weapon hung uselessly at his side. "Of course I care. But you can't change the past, Tessie. You're dead, and, believe me, it took me long enough to accept just that. But the outcome of this won't affect me, because you're already dead to me." He could swear he saw her eyes start to tear up, but she bowed her head, lips set in an angry line.

Shrugging, Will took a step forwards, glad for the sudden calming down, really, since before he was probably only being a liability to himself, being so reckless and angry. "Look, Tessie, you already knew all this-" "And all that crap, about me being dead bothering you?!" she snapped. He didn't need to answer her. She already knew he put himself first, so why bother? Raiden tried to pick himself up, groaning as the movement jarred against his sore body. He tried to drag himself over to where he remembered the barrier being- from Annabelle's question before, he had guessed- and was hoping- it would have dropped.

If Tessa had expected Will to scowl or be angry, she couldn't have been wronger. Instead, the anger almost seemed to evaporate from him, hearing that, and he smirked, raising his eyebrows at her. "So what?" "You always were this selfish, but I thought my death might have changed something..." she mused, stepping back from him again. "You are heartless. You're only in this for yourself. So long as you're alive...!" she trailed off, and glared over at him. Will didn't even seem to notice her shift in mood. (Bleh. Raiden can take a break for a post because I have to switch to my iPod.)

At Will's next strike, he was taken off guard when, instead of jumping out of the way, Tess caught the sword, digging her heels in the best she could, so she could stop him either hitting her or tugging it back. The blade cut into her paml, but she merely winced a tiny bit, instead focusing more on staring at him, searching for something. Nodding slightly to herself, Tess let go, and took a few steps back. Her injured hand was shaking, but she curled the fingers into a fist. "I see why. You don't care what happens, really, do you? The world doesn't matter. Nothing matters to you except yourself, Will." Raiden cried out weakly, curling up on the floor as the last of the voltage left him, the pain from his father's attack still bothering him. Without even trying to inspect it, he knew his upper body was bleeding. But, as he awkwardly managed to crawl a little closer to where his father lay, he felt his stomach curl again. Because he knew the man was dead- but for how long, he had no idea. He himself had to have come back before he'd been brought there- his father never held back, and the punishments before had usually resulted in fatalities for Raiden.

"Why won't you fight back?!" Tess faltered at that, only just dodging Will's next strike. She ducked under his arm, hopping back from him, a slight frown on her face. That only angered her brother more, but it made little difference to her. The angrier he got, the easier it was to dodge him, because his swordwork quickly grew sloppy. He swung at her again, but she didn't need to move; he missed anyway, and she pouted. "C'mon, Will, you know I don't want to fight." "Why the hell not?!" "...Because I'd kill you," she answered, simply. After what felt like hours of pain, ripping through his body, although it was actually only a matter of seconds, Raiden was shoved backwards by one last burst of current. He heard the crash as his father fell, not moving, but his own body still felt like it was on fire; his limbs too weak to hold him up.

Will grew more and more frustrated, his breathing pitching as he kept trying to hit his sister. Tess moved, somehow, every time- and even though he'd got infuriatingly close to hitting her once or twice, it wasn't any compensation for how easily she was evading him. At first, she'd been calm, a little concerned; but after a while, she couldn't help but enjoy herself, even if seeing her smile only made Will angrier. "Why are you even here? It's not like I ever hang around to bother you. Is this really all some stupid vendetta?" she teased, covering her mouth to hide a giggle when his anger boiled over even more. Will punctuated his reply with strikes out at her. Every one failed. "Of course- you being- even half alive- bothers me!" Raiden thought for a moment that his father was somehow already dead, and somehow still standing. But then the man lurched towered him, fingers grabbing tight as his shoulders. He felt something curl in his gut- and then cried out, as what felt like needles started to stab into him. It was excruciating, but almost on instinct, with no help from him, voltage crackled around them both. Raiden's yells increased in volume, since it wasn't just tearing through his father like he would have wished it to- it was hurting him as well.

"You really are heartless, Will," Tess sighed, looking down at her feet. While her gaze was directed downwards, Will, ignoring the shaking of his hand, tried to slash out at her with his sword. She ducked, without looking up, dropping down nimbly just before the blade would have sliced at her torso. She giggled, despite herself, at the stunned look on his face. "We used to play like this, right? You always fell for that one." "...Tessi-" about to use his pet name for her, Will stopped himself, striking down at her instead, the stunned look on his face being replaced by fury. She dodged again, ducking around him and tapping him lightly on the back. It took Raiden a moment to register that the sword had struck its target at all- and he only did notice when blood splashed over his arms. While he'd been taught to spar as a child, back when he was still alive, he'd practised this one move so many times, until it, to him, was as unconscious as a smile. He'd knocked aside his father's strike. And stabbed him in the neck. "Fa... Father..." he managed to gasp, the horror that flooded through him a surprise.

(Gah, damn my slow computer. ._____. Sorry for the double post.)

"Still, you never showed it. You just packed up and left, and told me to leave you alone when I finally found you again." "Because you're not my sister. Tessie is dead!" Will reiterated. Her face softened. "If I'm not your sister, why the nickname?" "What?!" "...Tessie. No one else ever called me that. Not even our parents." Will froze, startled. "I- you- but-" He looked like he was just about ready to be sick, but as Tess approached him, he staggered backwards, bringing the sword up between them. Raiden swore, rolling to the side, as his father's sword slammed down towards him, cracking at the floor instead of his face. He, halfway to standing up, shoved his shoulder against his father's gut, his entire body weight just enough to shove the man a few feet back for a moment. Grabbing the hilt of the sword as the man lunged at him, Raiden tugged it out of the ground, and swung it up with a scream as the wound in his shoulder threatened to pack in his arm.

Tess got to her feet slowly, wary of the cold expression on her brother's face. She wouldn't have normally been so cautious, but from the way Will was looking at her, she knew he was pretty much inches away from attacking her. She called out his name, sounding oddly desperate- and she could swear she saw his sword hand tremble. "...Why didn't you do it, Will?" she asked, voice still soft. "Tessie, you know I couldn't save you," he snapped back, but it came out sounding raw. "No. I know you couldn't. But you never cried." Will's eyes widened a fraction, and the sword slipped in his grip. "Wh-what?" "Not once," Tess took a step towards him, a little of the nervousness starting to fade from her. "What kind of horrible person wouldn't cry, Will? I was dead. And yet you didn't even seem upset!" "Of course I was upset!" Will broke, nearly screaming the words. He gripped the sword harder, knuckles straining. Raiden kicked out as Tomhis father approached, his foot managing to connect, but only with the man's knee. He soon regretted that when it made little difference, leaving him still lying defenceless on the floor.