Noor Qadri
Jun 11, 2010 15:22:26 GMT -5
Post by Noor Qadri on Jun 11, 2010 15:22:26 GMT -5
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The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Noor Fatima Qadri
Nickname: Her cousin calls her Rory, but that's it. She doesn't particularly like it.
Age: Fifteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Animation
Play By: Anjili Mohindra
Let it F L O W . . .
Noor was lonely.
As always, when her family was over, she was a little lost in the shuffle. As the younger daughter--her brother was eleven years older than her, her sister eight. She'd been a surprise--of the youngest brother--her dad had four older brothers--all of her cousins were in their mid-to-late twenties. Many of them even had kids, and at twelve, Noor had no interest in watching the little ones, and even less interest in finding her cousins, only to be told not to worry, and that she would grow out of her awkward age eventually.
Not to mention, it was the day of Kareem's wedding, and she didn't even want to go. Sure, she loved her brother, because he was her brother, but most of their lives had been spent ignoring each other. She knew Shaya would be dispatched to find her soon, and then she'd be bullied into wearing a party dress and the female cousins will debate over if or when she would start wearing hijab and she really didn't want to deal with it.
So Noor was hiding in the basement, sitting on the old coffee table they hadn't used in years but her mother couldn't bear to throw away, even though it had "NOOR" scratched in the top. She had out her Legos, and was building a castle on it.
Noor sighed, and leaned back , against the shelves that lined the room. They were full of more junk, stuff which was hypothetically good, but there were hidden down there, where no one used them. Idly, she ran her finger along the edge of the silver toaster, thinking about how it would be so much better if she had someone to talk to....
Then she froze. It took her a moment to realize that she was frozen, but she'd frozen nonetheless. Possibly more disturbing, however, was that the toaster was moving under her fingers, suddenly warm, and wriggling like a cat that wanted petting. If she could move, her eyes would have gone wide, but she couldn't. All she could do was sit in stony silence as the toaster curled up on her lap.
What. The. Fuck.
"Noor! Get up here!" She could hear her sister calling her, in both English and Arabic, sounding more frustrated each time. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't move. Tears started rolling down her face as she tried, fighting, to do something, to call for help, but she couldn't. Soon her mother was calling too.
Why didn't they look downstairs? They probably thought she'd gotten into one of the other cars with the cousins, and was already on her way. Eventually, they had to leave for the wedding, and she could hear her mother muttering, wondering hw her youngest could have sneaked away without putting on the dress she was supposed to wear. And she knew that when they got back, she would be in so much trouble.
But after an hour passed, and then two, she was more and more worried about the fact that she was still unable to move, though the toaster was now curled up on her knees, and gently pulsating in such a way that it looked like it was breathing slowly.
To sum up: Noor was now a statue with a sleeping toaster.
That's where they found her, later that night. At first, her mother had screamed at her for missing her brother's wedding, then realized that her baby girl wasn't even blinking. In fact, it didn't look like she was breathing. She knocked the toaster that was on Noor's lap onto the floor and called to her husband to come help her.
Her family rushed her to the hospital, still in their wedding finery. Her doctor was baffled at first, until he took a particular blood test. Oh. So she was a meta-human, and not paralyzed by botulism or something horrible like that. Her father muttered a payer of thanks, and her father cried. Even Kareem felt bad about being mad at her for missing the wedding.
A day or so later, she suddenly found that she could move and talk again. But a recruiter for Hammel was already at her house, and she gladly went with him.
But first, she went down to the basement again, searching. There, in the corner, with a slight dent in the side, was the toaster. As soon as she reached the bottom step, it came running, stopping only when it reached her feet. Then it leaned back, as if it was looking at her, and she scooped it up. When she returned to the first floor of the house, she held the sentient appliance up to the recruiter and said, "Meet Strudel. Can he come too?"
Three years later....
Noor frowned as Strudel nudged her hand. She didn't want to go for a walk with her toaster right now. She had to focus on her training. With the exception of the rather exceptional appliance, she couldn't manage to keep an animation going for longer than an hour or two, and that took a lot of concentration. At least she found herself inanimate a whole lot less often.
But Strudel nudged her again, as gently as he could, and she gave up on the pencils she was making dance across her desk. They fell down, simple objects again, and she picked up the toaster and put it on the floor, where it hopped to the door. "Fine, we'll go for a walk. But if you run off again I'm totally using your power cord for a leash and you'll be embarassed." As soon as the door was open, the appliance skittered off, pretending not to have heard her. (She was sure it could hear, though she didn't know how.) Noor sighed and jogged after it.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Tony
Age: Twenty
RP Experience: Forever
How did you find us?: It's weird! It was bookmarked on my computer! I wonder how that happened?
Show your S K I L L S . . .
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