Elizabeth Sloane
May 4, 2014 21:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Elizabeth Sloane on May 4, 2014 21:16:23 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Elizabeth Josephine Sloane
Nickname: Beth, Bethy, Lizzy
Age: Eighteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s):
Sensation Transferal [active] & Pain Tolerance [passive]
Possesses the ability to transfer physical sensations from herself to a target.
Passively possesses a high pain threshold.
Limitations and Restrictions
After using her ability to transfer sensation, her pain tolerance is negated.
To use her ability she must be able to clearly view the target's face, or otherwise their entire physical form (head to toe).
She can use her ability remotely, if she possesses a picture of the target, but the same rules apply. Using her ability remotely is far more strenuous.
The duration of the side effects can be affected by her overall state of health (if she is unwell the side effects are likely to last longer than if she's in good health).
Side Effects
Light Use – hypersensitivity to physical sensations, tiredness. Typically lasts 1-2 hours.
Moderate Use – hypersensitivity to all sensations, tiredness. Typically lasts 2-6 hours.
Heavy Use – hypersensitivity to all sensations leading to migraines, nausea, other illness. Fatigue. Can last anywhere from 6-12 hours.
Extreme Use – extreme hypersensitivity to all sensations resulting in extreme pain, migraines, etc. Exhaustion/Fainting. Lasts anywhere from 12 – 48 hours, and in one case lasted 1 week.
Play By: Teer Wayde.
Let it F L O W . . .
”Thank you for seeing me,” Beth's voice was more confident than she was, “I know you like to stay under the radar.” Her eyes scanned the room, studying. It was like something out of a fairy tale. Mismatched furniture decorated the space, covered in crocheted blankets and assorted throw pillows. The lampshades were stained glass, all in reds and oranges, that cast a warm glow over the place. Books lay about, and papers, and pens. The small amount of counter-space and appliances that constituted the kitchen were covered with odd pots and pans and dishes of all shapes and colours. Beth was almost positive that no two pieces were from the same set. And something about it made her feel at home.
“It's no trouble, Elizabeth. Please, sit! I'll just be a moment.” The woman who lived here spoke to Beth, and without seeing her face Beth knew the woman was smiling. Her name was Lydia, and Beth had met her online. Beth had been seeking answers, and Lydia claimed to have them. From their emails Beth had imagined an eccentric old lady. While Lydia was perhaps odd, she was very young. Maybe only three or four years Beth's senior. The surprise of it made her worry. Despite that, she took a seat on a loveseat that seemed to suck her in as she pulled her feet up. She had to set a good number of pillows aside to fit properly. She watched the woman named Lydia fill up an old copper kettle and put it on the stove to boil.
A few moments later, Lydia sat down on the love seat with Beth. It was a little uncomfortable, but Lydia seemed not to notice that Beth's personal space was being invaded. She seemed perfectly content to sit near her like an old friend. She made her disregard for personal space even more evident when she reached out and touched Beth's hand. “So, Elizabeth, when did you discover your powers?”
When she was young, Beth and her sister were inseparable. But when Beth hit fifteen, she was tired of having her little sister tag along everywhere. They even shared a room. And privacy was impossible. One day, following a spat they'd had, Beth was on the phone, and Charlotte crept up behind her with a pair of scissors. She snipped off a chunk of Beth's hair. Livid, Beth stood and started shouting and trying to grab the scissors from her sister to get a revenge snip. It turned into a chase, and eventually the scissors ended up cutting deep into Beth's arm (totally by accident). Beth panicked at the sight of blood, but Charlotte was the one screaming and clutching at her arm. Nobody understood why Beth wasn't in pain and little Charlotte was, but in her bitterness over her hair, Beth was satisfied with it. Later Beth would come to realize that she'd caused the pain by transferring it to her sister. She hadn't realized she'd done, she'd just panicked.
Over the next few days Beth learned many things about her ability. It wasn't just limited to major pain, she'd only done that reflexively. She could transfer any and all physical sensations, from brain freeze or sunburns to being tickled or getting toasty by the fire. To use it, she had to be able to see the person, and she was only ever to transfer the sensation between herself and the target. After using is she typically found herself hypersensitive, mostly to physical stimulus, but depending on how long she'd held the transferal for and how intense the sensation she'd transferred, her other senses would become overwhelmed as well leading to migraines and nausea. She also found herself drained of energy. She didn't think she'd ever use it, until she found out her sister was sick.
Her sister was diagnosed with very late stage cancer, and immediately the family had hers tart treatment. She suffered a great deal in the hospital, and one day her sister looked at her and asked her to help. Beth wasn't sure if her sister knew about her powers, but she couldn't bring herself to refuse. She took on Charlotte's pain whenever she was visiting, for as long as she could handle. The day Charlotte passed away, Beth spent the whole day holding her sister's hand and staring at the wall with her teeth clenched. Charlotte had been having chemotherapy and it had grown harder and harder to suffer through the feeling of her insides boiling. It was exhausting, and most of the time Beth was spending more of her free time being sick than doing anything else because she'd used her power so frequently and for lengthy periods of time. She was exhausted and sick and tired, but she loved her sister so she held on. And then one day, while she Charlotte was sleeping, it stopped. She was gone.
Beth spent the next week in bed, sobbing. Her parents assumed it was just her grief. In reality, the knowledge that her sister (and thus herself) would no longer suffer was the one bright point of that week. Beth knew it was the side effects of over-using her powers.
”As soon as I was out and about, I got this. It still hurts.” Beth rolled up her sleeve to show Lydia her fairly new tattoo. The kettle whistled, and Beth was shocked. In the time it had taken water to boil, Beth had poured out the entirety of her feelings regarding her sister's death. She blinked a couple of times, unsure how to continue.
Lydia touched her tattoo gently, “Charlotte's Web. That's sweet. Really amazing work as well.” Lydia didn't say it, but that was the first day she'd seen Beth. Lydia had watched her father go in and sign the papers consenting to the tattoo. She stood to go handle the screaming kettle. Beth watched as Lydia fixed a pot of tea, mixing leaves and dried fruits from different tins. A few moments later she returned, setting a little green teapot on the cluttered coffee table, and then fetched a couple antique looking teacups. “It'll just be a few minutes.” Lydia took back her spot on the love seat and pulled her bare feet up, tucking them under Beth. Beth was so relaxed that she barely noticed, and sat enjoying the scent of the steeping tea. “So Elizabeth,” said Lydia, pulling the elastic out of her hair, “Have you told your family yet?”
Beth noted the way her copper curls reflected the warm light from the lamps, and that they were totally natural. She admired a woman who loved her hair enough to let it exist naturally. And Lydia's curls were lovely. Bright copper ringlets that fell wildly and haphazardly just past her shoulders. Her pale, freckled skin and bright green eyes made Beth wonder if her family was Irish.
It wasn't until Lydia laughed that Beth realized she was staring. She turned her eyes away and felt her cheeks flush. Lydia touched her arm, and gave her a reassuring look. “This is a safe place, Elizabeth.”
Beth nodded, forcing herself to look back at Lydia. It was clear that this wasn't a place she would be judged.
Josephine Bauer and Stanley Sloane had grown up together. They'd fought so badly that the teachers always separated them, and neither of them were invited to the same birthday parties. Then one day, in the eighth grade, Josephine moved. Both of them were so thankful they'd never have to look at the other again.
Several years later two students at the University of Toronto bumped into each other. Her arms were full of costumes, and he was on his way to some class to do with engineering. Flustered, it took him a minute to realize it was Josephine, but immediately she knew it was Stanley. She also immediately commented inwardly on how attractive he'd become. When he pulled himself together that was the same thought he had of her.
The rest is history.
Elizabeth was born three years after they graduated from U of T, and a two years later Charlotte came to be.
It was a fairly normal upbringing. They'd gone to church every Sunday, as per Josephine's wishes. Stanley wasn't eager to go, but he supported his wife, and he did think it gave Beth and Charlotte a sense of community. Unfortunately, both Beth and Charlotte nearly died of boredom every time they attended.
”Is that why you don't want to tell them? Because they're religious?” Lydia sat forward to pour out a couple cups of tea. “Sugar?” Beth indicated she'd take two sugar cubes. “Cream?” Beth shook her head no. Lydia passed her the cup. It smelled wonderful.
“Well, yeah.” Beth answered truthfully. “I'm good at a lot of things, and I'm fairly independent, but I'd be devastated to lose my family. Even though I could live just fine on my own – you know, I cook, I love to clean, I make my own clothes, I love working-”
“You make your own clothes?”
“Mostly everything yeah.”
“Brilliant.” Lydia touched the skirt Beth was wearing, admiring it. Beth smiled proudly. “Anyways, you were saying?”
“I tried to tell my mom once... that I'm... you know, that I like...”
“That you're into girls?”
“I can't even say it out loud, my mother made me feel so ashamed last time I brought it up.”
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a beautiful woman, who's clearly creative and talented. Whether you like men or women, there's no shame in love.”
“I disagree... but I like both, and mother says-”
“Or both. There's nothing wrong with it.”
“I'd like to think so too... but I'm so scared of conflict. I just can't handle it. I am the queen of the theatre crisis, but you put me in the middle of a family fight I crumble. I just want to keep everyone around me happy.”
Lydia nodded, like she understood, and sipped at her tea. Beth took a sip as well, and contemplated how she'd brought herself to tell Lydia so much about herself so honestly. “What's your gift?” She asked, taking another sip of her tea. “Making people spill their guts?”
Lydia laughed, her high, silvery laugh and shook her head. “No, Elizabeth. My gift doesn't have anything to do with that. You just needed to get this conversation out of your system.”
“Please, call me Beth.”
“Alright. Beth. That's pretty.”
A few days spent in the safe-house that Lydia's place had become, Beth decided to tell her family. Lydia, as it turned out, was a recruiter for a school full of people just like herself. At first, Beth had been upset, but Lydia had a way of making her feel relaxed, and Beth knew Lydia hadn't been deceitful about their friendship. Their connection had been instant and despite the need to talk on a professional level, Lydia had indeed grown to care about Beth and vice versa. Beth had been in touch, asked all her questions, and was planning on heading there – with or without support. Whether it was alone or backed by family, Beth needed to know more about herself. And she needed to know she wasn't a freak. Her mother was livid, and her father was understanding if bewildered. The next few days, Josephine didn't leave her room, and spent the hours screaming about the bible and praying loudly about her daughter the freak. About how both of her daughters were dead to her. Stanley, on the other hand, helped Beth pack and drove her all the way to her new school, promising to visit when he could.
Timeline from manifestation
Day 1 - Manifested at age 15
Day 3 - Sister was diagnosed with late stage cancer and began treatment, Beth has experimented with her powers as much as possible. Lydia has been made aware of her existence, but holds back due to the family situation Beth is facing.
Day 7 - her sister passed away in the early morning
Day 13 - the side effects from using her powers to help her sister subsided
Day 14 - She gets her tattoo, Lydia sees her for the first time
Day 15 - She meets Lydia, friendship forms.
Day 17 - Agrees to attend Hammel, Tells her parents
Day 19 - Drives to Hammel with her father.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Riley. But feel free to give me nicknames. :3
Age: Nineteen
RP Experience: Nine years on and off.
How did you find us?: Caution 2.0
Show your S K I L L S . . .
Beth smiled at her father in the car, and he nodded her forward. She turned back to face the alleyway that had become a familiar over the past few months. At first she walked hesitantly, but a quick glance at her watch told her that she didn't have long. She half walked, half ran to the tiny metal door in the gray wall- all the while regretting her choice in shoes. Heels were not intended for running. But the bright red shoes made her feel comfortable, and put together. And that's what she really needed right now. Comfort. She was terrified. So she knocked on the door. It opened a crack, and Beth saw a familiar green eye peek out at her before it opened wider.
"Beth, what's wrong?" Lydia asked, eyes wide. Beth was already crying. Lydia took the girl into her arms, and lead her into the living area. "Oh dear, oh dear." Beth collapsed into Lydia, burying her face in her shoulder. This was it. This was goodbye. Lydia spoke softly, "You're leaving for Hammel tonight, aren't you?" Beth nodded. "Oh sweetie." The two sat together for a moment, Beth crying, and Lydia running her fingers through Beth's hair affectionately. "I'll miss you, girly."
Beth sat up and pulled her hand across her face, trying to rid herself of the makeup that had trailed down from her eyes when her tears had fallen. She took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of the room, running her eyes over every pillow, teacup, and book like a the room was a love that was going away for a long time. And then she looked to Lydia. And her heart ached even more. "Lydia, I..." She sniffled, "I can't thank you enough. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be-" Lydia chuckled gently and shushed her, pulling her back into a hug.
"Beth, it's okay. I'll come visit, I promise. You need to go, your dad's waiting." She sighed gently, "I wish you weren't so scared all the time."
"Scared?"
"Of saying what you really want to say."
"I'm more open with you than anyone else, I don't know what you-"
"I know. I think that's the problem. That you don't know what you want to say." Beth looked puzzled, and felt incredibly uncomfortable. "I never told you what my gift was," Lydia touched her forehead to Beth's, "I always hear it. In my head. What people really want to say." She smiled sadly, and took Beth's hand, leading her to the door. She gave her a book, which Beth would later discover was filled with photos of their adventures in Toronto together. "I'll see you soon, okay? Now go." And with that Lydia placed a kiss on Beth's lips quickly, and retreated into the room closing the door. Beth was left standing there, frozen, and thinking. Until her father honked the horn.
Silently she climbed into the car, and the two drove out of the city. She closed her eyes as soon as she lost sight of the CN Tower. When she opened them, she decided, they'd be at her new school. Lydia, Toronto, and her mother would be gone from her life. Or so she expected. And so she pulled up these images in her mind's eye, and let herself drift into sleep.
