Post by Ivy Rose on Jan 29, 2014 0:17:19 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Ivy Rose
Nickname: None. Just Ivy
Age: Sixteen (March 20th, 1997)
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Precognitive Dreaming
Ivy has the ability to envision the future of person whom Ivy is relatively close to, through dreams. It is usually rather significant events that are displayed, though in times of intense stress or hunger, they can come more frequently and display a more wide array of small, less significant futures. They typically come vividly, as if Ivy is awake and the activity is happening in real time. However, she cannot touch or change the course of what is occurring. Side effects include confusion when waking, mental exhaustion, paranoia, and fatigue.
Play By: Kristina RomanovaLet it F L O W . . .In a black, leather bound journal, the name 'Ivy' is inked onto the front by a golden permanent marker. Several journal entries are found on the inside, some consecutive in date while other's are more sporadic and random. The handwriting gets progressively neater as you get further into the book.
April 10, 2004
We wer at skool for a long tim. Momy sed she wood com. But ms Rottler had to stay with us til she cam. Sofia and me sed that Momy werked late but we think she didt beleev us. She looked mad. Very mad. I think she dusent like momy much. I was happy tho cuz ms Rottler gave me a diree to rite in. it is very pritee.
Momy cam and picked us up from skool very late. She looked happy wich made me happy i think. Sofia wuzent happy. Wen we got home momy just went to her room. I wonder wat she duz in there.
Sofia and me ended up getting food from the pantree cuz we were hungree. we shared a samwich so we could leev sum food for momy. There was not much left any wayz.
The next entry is a few years after the first. The handwriting is neater and the spelling is more accurate. There are hints of water stains on the page, the ink smeared slightly.
May 8th, 2007
So it happened again today. Sofia and me were out at the playground and the kids kept messing with us. Said we couldn't be sisters, that we look to different. Its true that we look different. Fi looks like mommy, and I look like daddy. Neither of us are happy about that, either. Mommy doesn't really pay much attention to us. Work has always taken her attention.
I miss her but when we were little little we didn't have alot of money for food and stuff so i guess this is better. And I dont know daddy cause he left so long ago. I always wonder what he would be like. Would he be a superhero like daddy? Mommy never talks about him. I found a picture of him in a drawer one day when Fi and I decided to play explorer while mommy was still at work. I have his eyes and everything.
May 9th, 2007
We were held in class again, or really Sofia was but I wasn't going to leave her alone. The teachers already expected it and they just had me pull up a seat next to them. Ms. Ruiz was really nice about it, too. She gave us each a piece of chocolate.
It was because of Fi's problem with reading and writing that we had to stay inside. Ms. Ruiz liked to put out letters and blocks for us to play with and set together. I'd usually watch and see if Fi needed any help and if she did, I'd give her hints and things like that. I always help but I never do it for her because she has to learn it herself. Its best for her.
After being let go by Ms. Ruiz to play on the playground we went and played hide and go seek with one another. But this kid in my class found my hiding space and he started making fun of me saying I was too skinny and that my sister wasn't my sister. That I was adopted. But even though I knew it wasn't true, I kind of started to cry. He called me a big cry baby and I just wanted it to stop.
It didn't take long for Fi to find me and the boy and she started yelling. He got so scared he actually peed himself! I tried not to laugh at that because even though he made fun of me, I never wanted anybody to be hurt. But it was funny.
We got in trouble afterwards. They told Gramma to come pick us up from school, and we spent the rest of the day with her until Mommy came home.
January 5th, 2009
So I had this great idea that we could maybe help mommy out with money. She was always so busy with work, but maybe if we helped her, we could actually get her to come home and stay home more often. Ever since Gramma died, we had a new baby sitter. I don't really like Gina very much. She can be really mean, pulling our hair when we irritate her. It's not our fault. She just is wrong all the time. And she is stupid, I think. Like, not knowledge wise, but her ideas are absolutely absurd.
She pulls Sofia's hair more than mine though because Sofia is very loud and likes to fight back, which irritates her more. It didn't hurt, really, but she still did it so we would 'listen' to her. The only reason why she did it to me too was because if she even touched Sofia, I'd start yelling too. Nobody touches her like that. Nobody. Gina doesn't do much other than that. She is pretty. It's a shame that she has such a vile personality to match the looks. We were watching The Fairly Oddparents and we always compare her to Vicky. She sent us to bed a few times without dinner a few times too, which was ridiculous. One night when she got fed up with us arguing with her, we snuck out of the window and just decided to get away from it all by sneaking out of the house.
We just explored. It wasn't like we never went out before. South Miami Heights was a place where you would just... go outside and nobody would question it. Everybody knew everybody, but it was the place where the poor people went when they couldn't afford to live in the main city anymore. So it wasn't the best neighborhood.
We went searching for anything, really. Money. Clothes. Something. But while walking, we found a really pretty watch that somebody must have dropped. It looked expensive, but nobody was around. So we went back to show Mommy our treasure. But when we showed mommy, she nearly shrieked and told us to give it back. That what we did was wrong, and that we were such manipulative traitors, and that we were grounded for weeks. All we tried to do was help. But apparently mommy didn't want it. Maybe she just didn't want us.
But because I realized that, we decided to just go out more often. The first place we went when it opened was a Pawn shop, but we just asked if the watch we found was real. It wasn't. They said it was some cheap 'knockoff'. Oh well, at least we tried.
We found hiding spots where we slept if we just didn't want to go home. Mom only noticed a few times, but that was because the cops escorted us home once or twice. The other few times was because she actually came in to check on us in the morning and we were gone. She waited until we got home and then grounded us. Not that it stopped us. We did things that we wanted to do. We had fun. We didn't have any friends to bring, really. The last friends we had stabbed us in the back, and the rest think we're freaks just because we aren't popular.
There are a few entries after this speaking of the girls adventures in the streets of Miami. Some started becoming like short stories rather than journal entries. Story after story, near the ending of the journal, there is another journal entry.
March 20th, 2010
I cut Sofia's hair today for our birthday. She said that it kept getting in the way. Sofia asked me, I found a pair of scissors and we went to our hiding space. The room under the bridge was actually really nice. It looked like an old storage closet for workers, but we sort of made it our own. There are pictures of us on the wall and we have sleeping bags made on the floor.
I don't know how to cut hair, so I just put it into a really close ponytail and cut it from there. It was weird seeing Fi without all of her beautiful blonde hair, but she smiled. Because she smiled, I smiled. I told her she looked pretty, because well, she did. I think she looks prettier than she ever had, because she was wearing a smile along with eyes that were brighter than I had ever seen them.
I considered doing the same, but I was afraid that maybe my hair wouldn't look as good. And I thought I'd look even more like Dad, a man who wasn't even interested in our well being in the slightest. If he didn't want anything to do with us, I wanted nothing to do with him. Plus, this was Sofia's thing. Not mine.
Sofia gave me a necklace after I cut her hair, and when we went home, she cooked me pasta. My favorite, too. I love spaghetti. It's so yummy. This had to be the best birthday ever.
July 14th, 2011
Sofia is sleeping right now, but I can't really sleep much. I mean, I just had a dream, and well, it sort of scared me. I'm trying to keep calm, but I... saw myself being taken away from home and Sofia had to stay behind. It was short, and it came in short images, but it felt so real. It was like I was watching something that had actually happened. What really scared me was in the dream, I heard them talking about 'Manifestation'. I knew what Meta-Humans were. Everybody did. But I didn't want to be one. What would happen to Sofia? When I woke up, I sort of sat up really quickly and looked around for Sofia. She was there, thank goodness. It took me a moment to realize where I was at, because I could see flashes of home in the corner of my eyes for a little bit, where the dream took place. But now I can remember, Sofia and I were at our hiding spot again. Mom went out, so we did too.
My heart is still pounding, and I want to just make it stop, so I think I'm going to just go out of our hiding spot and just take a walk. Fresh air might be nice, maybe it will help.
I'm just glad it was just a dream.
The final page on the journal reads:
July 21st, 2011
I don't know what happened today. People came for me, there was a lot of yelling. They said something about me having a power, that the dreams that I was having are not actually dreams. It made sense, too, because the minute I saw the person coming to get me, I knew exactly how it would play out. Well, not exactly, because I didn't see Sofia throwing a table across the room. She was no bigger than me, really. Ninety Eight Pounds. I could barely move that table, let alone pick it up and throw it. I didn't know that she could do that. Did she even know? Or was this the first time that she did that, too? Was this her -Manifestation-? Apparently it was, because at first they were just going to take me, but then they realized they needed to take Sofia, too.
We calmed down after that.
They said we had to go to this place to learn how to control our 'powers' and that we would have housing and food and schooling at our finger tips. That was never something either of us are used to. We usually scraped by on Ramen meals or we would go without dinner because we didn't want to cause more work for mother, anyway. Lunch was always provided by the schools, luckily, but sometimes we wouldn't eat that either. The food was really poor. At least we don't have to care about what mother says or what she does. I think we'll be okay here. Actually, I don't really care if im not having such a good time as long as she is okay. As long as Sofia's happy, then I'm fine.
It was our first time on a plane, too. Sofia said she wanted me to take a picture. They let us take one. I got it developed as soon as I could.
We were both tired, and I think we fell asleep as soon as we were settled. We may be in a new place now with new people and potentially new dangers, but at least I know that even if we have no one else, we always have each other. Sofia is the only girl who matters to me. Everyone else is simply a passing fad.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: LuxAge:Late Teens-RP Experience:7-8 years?How did you find us?: Been here for a while, dearies
Other Notes?: The city says 'Miami', but it's actually the Suburbs. South Miami Heights. But down here, if you're in the county of Miami Dade, then you're living in 'Miami'.
Show your S K I L L S . . .
Hair tied up into a messy bun, Ivy sat in her bed with Sofia curled up beside her. The soft snores that emanated from her twin lulled her into a sense of security and familiarity. Even despite the fact that the two girls had their own beds in their own dorm, Sofia still slept in Ivy's bed at least four out of the seven days of the week. The twin pressed a finger to her temple, her head turning to the side to locate the clock. 3:08 am, it read.
I'll wake her up in ten minutes so I can adjust, The eldest twin thought to herself; she was exhausted, after all.
But even then, as her eyes fell on her sister's sleeping figure, she thought twice. Sofia wasn't always the most delightful when woken up, but Ivy also knew that her sister was most at peace while asleep. Well, at least, when she wasn't having nightmares.
Maybe i'll wait twenty instead...
