Rachel James
Jul 12, 2011 16:03:35 GMT -5
Post by Rachel James on Jul 12, 2011 16:03:35 GMT -5
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The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Rachel Michelle James
Nickname: Rach, Rae, Rae-Rae
Age: Sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Power Mimicry.
Play By: Taylor Swift
Let it F L O W . . .
Five Days of Rachel James’s Life.
16th November 1994
A small babe wailed as she left her previous home. Her skin was red and wrinkled. Her face was screwed up as she cried loudly, fingers curling and uncurling. Instinctively, she turned her head in the direction she had come from. Home had been warm and safe. This new place was cold and far too loud.
She struggled weakly, finding she could barely move at all. The volume of her cries increased, only to quiet when something warm and soft was wrapped around her. She still sniffled but she put up less resistance. Her eyes remained tightly shut as something wet was dragged over her tiny body before the warm softness returned.
Her sniffles eventually trailed off and she heard a familiar noise. She turned her head towards it, one arm lifting slightly as she tried to grab the noise – or whatever was making it. There was a brief, odd feeling off air against her skin before she was placed into a warm embrace.
She snuggled unconsciously into the embrace, yawning hugely. She felt something vibrate and then something was touching her fingers. She curled them again, this time around whatever had touched her. She yawned again before warily opening her eyes. Big blue doe eyes stared into an identical pair. As she first met the gaze of her mother, a soft and loving word was whispered.
“Rachel.”
29th October 2000
The five year old Rachel fidgeted impatiently on her uncomfortable hospital chair. She and her grandmother, Anna had been waiting in the same room for almost two hours now and she wasn’t allowed to move at all. Her mother was, apparently, going to pick up her new baby brother. Obviously, the mail man was late. As usual.
“Nana?” the little girl called.
“Yes, lovely?” her grandmother replied.
“Can I go get a drink please? My mouth is dry.”
Anna chuckled before standing, offering her hand to Rachel. Rachel smiled brilliantly and hopped off from her chair. She grabbed her grandmother’s hand and allowed herself to be lead through the busy corridors of the hospital. She stared wide eyed into every room she passed before looking at Anna.
“Is ev’ryone here picking up a baby?” she questioned innocently.
“No, not everyone,” Anna replied. “Some people here are very sick and have to get special medicine from the doctors. Some people have bad cuts and have to get a big plaster put on them.”
Rachel wrinkled her nose before pouting. “I’m not a baby,” she stated sulkily. “But ev’ryone treats me like a baby. ‘M not.”
“No, you’re not,” Anna agreed. “You are a big sister now. And that’s a big responsibility. It’s your job to look after your little brother and to help him when he’s hurt.”
“What’s ‘responsoobilititiy?’”
“Responsibility,” Anna corrected gently, “Means you have important jobs to do now. You’re a big girl now and you’ll have lots of new, grown up jobs to do.”
“Kay,” Rachel replied after a few moments. “A’long as I don’t have ta wash the dishes, I don’t min’.”
Anna smiled down at her granddaughter fondly before looking up at the sound of clattering feet. Rachel’s father stumbled into view and gasped out something about someone called Aaron. Rachel didn’t know anyone called Aaron, but she was sure he was important because Daddy looked very excited.
Anna gasped loudly at her father’s proclamation and began tugging Rachel down the corridor. She whined loudly about wanting a drink now, but Anna shushed her by telling her that her little brother had arrived. Thirst forgotten, Rachel started bouncing excitedly as she was pulled into a small room.
Her mother was lying on a bed, looking adoringly down at something in her arms. She looked quite sleepy, Rachel thought, but entirely happy too. Rachel skipped over and peered at the bundle in her mother’s arms. Wrapped tightly in a soft blue blanket was a little person.
“That, Rachel,” her mother murmured, “Is your little brother, Aaron.”
She wrinkled her nose a little. “He looks like he’s been in the bath too long. Is that why the mail man was late bringing him here?”
Her family’s laughter surrounded her.
9th December 2004
Ten year old Rachel James sighed, irritated, as she stared at her three best friends. They were huddled together, whispering excitedly and giggling every now and then. Their heads were so close together, their hair had blurred into a mess of ginger, black and light brown.
They had been like this for nearly ten minutes and they refused to let Rachel in on the secret. She was almost certain that it had something to do with her, if only because they kept on shooting her sly looks when they thought she wasn’t looking. She was getting extremely frustrated and was about to start yelling when they finally broke apart and faced her.
“We know someone who likes you!” the brunette of the bunch, a bubbly girl by the name of Serah, announced.
“Lot’s of people like me,” Rachel replied matter-of-factly. “I have a lot of friends, you know.”
“Not like a friend, silly,” the redhead, Alex, chimed in. “Like, they like like you.”
Yet again, Rachel found herself faced with the fact she was quite different from her friends. She was quite boyish, bookish and she could talk to anyone for ages. The fact that Alex had stressed the first ‘like’ meant little to her and her blank expression must have clued them in.
“We know someone who has a crush on you,” Jess, the girl with the black hair said impatiently.
“A crush?” Rachel repeated, puzzled. “Who’d have a crush on me?”
“Daniel Sanders, that’s who!” Serah cried abruptly.
“O-oh,” Rachel stammered in response as her cheeks coloured. Daniel Sanders was a boy in the grade above her. She had talked to him a few times, mainly about soccer or something similar. She had never thought of him as anything more than a friend – but she’d never thought of anyone as more than a friend.
Only, that wasn’t true. Quite a few times lately, she had found herself admiring the girls in her class. And when her friends would gush over the boys in magazines, she was more interested in the girls. She wondered why, now. It had never bothered her before but now that she found out someone had a crush on her, well, it made her curious. She resolved to speak to her mother about it when she went home.
And she did. She arrived home and motored to her mother’s study, where she usually was when she came home from school. Rachel knocked on the door and entered when her mother called. She sat down on the chair opposite her mother’s and swung her feet nervously.
“I found out a boy at school likes me today,” she blurted suddenly. “But I don’t like him back. I started thinking though; I’ve never liked a boy. But I’ve liked girls before. Am I weird?”
Her mother smiled softly, coming to kneel in front of her. “No, Rae, you aren’t weird at all. Some girls do like girls instead of boys, and some boys like boys instead of girls. And who knows, maybe one day you will like a boy. Nobody really falls in love at your age. When you’re older, maybe you’ll fancy girls, or boys, or both. Just remember, no matter what, your family loves you, alright?”
Rachel nodded and hugged her mother before quickly leaving the room, her mother’s words still playing across her mind.
17th May 2007
Rachel stared down at the letter in her hands in puzzlement. The twelve year old glanced up at the man before her before looking at the letter again. She read it quickly once more before setting it carefully on the coffee table.
“You’re mad,” she stated clearly as she stared intensely at the man, Jamie. “This type of thing isn’t real. You’re utterly mad.” Jamie chuckled and she narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see what’s so funny,” she said coolly.
He inclined his head before showing her his hand. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at it, though she gasped and pushed herself into the back of her chair when a ball of light appeared in his hand.
“Th-that’s impossible,” she whispered, staring at the light, transfixed.
“Now,” Jamie said gently, “Take my other hand.” She did so hesitantly. Her hand felt tiny in his and she glanced up into his friendly eyes before returning to staring at the light again. “Focus on the ball of light. Hold out your other hand and imagine the light appearing in your hand too.”
She glanced sceptically at him before doing as she asked. She screwed her eyes shut and focused on the ball of light. It was perfectly spherical and glowed brightly. She imagined it would feel warm against her skin, a little like how the sun felt on warm days. It took a while, but eventually she felt pleasant warmth on her hand. She cracked open one eye before the other flew open and she grinned delightedly.
A ball of light floated in her hand. It was smaller and not as bright as Jamie’s, but it was still a ball of light in her hand. She took her hand away from Jamie’s and the light flickered before fading from existence. She frowned suddenly, looking to Jamie for an explanation.
“You are gifted with Power Mimicry. For now, you have to be in contact with someone to mimic the power, but when you get older, more powerful and gain more control you’ll only have to observe it. That’s why you could only make the light when your hand was in mine. You’re special, Rachel. You’re a meta-human.”
I’m a meta-human, she thought before a huge, ecstatic grin spread across her face.
16th January 2011
A sixteen year old Rachel sighed hugely as she collapsed into an armchair in the blissfully silent library.. She had just come from one of her training sessions and was left feeling quite exhausted and with a steady pounding in her head. She reached up and massaged her temple, eyes drifting shut at the soothing motion.
A few minutes drifted by before Rachel let her hands drop to her lap. She kept her eyes shut as she leaned into the armchair, almost melting against it. She was a firm believer in pushing past her own limits, but she had to concede she had over done it a little this time. She just hoped none of her friends happened upon her. The last thing she needed was another lecture.
Unfortunately, just as the thought crossed her mind, someone cleared their throat. Rachel heaved a mental groan as she cracked her eye open, wincing at the thunderous look on Shannon's face. Shannon was a pretty brunette with usually warm green eyes, though they were currently frosty. She was Rachel's best friend at Hammel.
"Rae," Shannon began faux sweetly, "Have you been training again?"
Rachel winced at the tone and burrowed deeper into the chair. "A little?" The way she said it made it sound like a question.
"A little?" Shannon repeated, the sweetness disappearing abruptly. "So that's why you look like you haven't slept in a week. And why you've been rubbing your head for nearly five minutes."
Rachel winced slightly. "C'mon Shan, you know how I get-"
"Yes, I do!" Shannon cut her off. "And so does Kyle and Rhys and Darren and Marie and all the rest! You're going to run yourself into the ground, Rachel! How long is it going to take for that to sink into you're thick head?"
Rachel's eyes flashed darkly as she felt a burst of anger, but it faded quickly and she simply sighed loudly. "Shannon, I know, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so carried away, but I had almost mastered holding it for nearly half an hour and I..." She trailed off, knowing Shannon wouldn't want to hear excuses.
"I'm sorry," she muttered quietly.
Shannon stared intensely at her for a moment before grinning reluctantly and throwing her hands into the air. "I can never stay mad at you," she stated. "It's completely unfair."
"It's only 'cause you love me!" Rachel replied with a smug smile on her face.
"And you're lucky I do!" the brunette retorted.
Rachel simply grinned in response and the two fell into a companionable silence for a few moments. Rachel yawned hugely and felt herself begin to drift off to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time she had fallen asleep in the library and she had no want to move any time soon, so a quick power nap sounded nice.
Suddenly, a thought struck her and she started into complete awareness. "You're not going to tell Darren, are you?" she asked her friend suspiciously.
Darren was the most protective friend in their little group. He was like a mother hen, forever fussing over them and showering them with affection. It was nice most of the time, but when Rachel overworked herself, she tended to get more of a scolding than any affection.
"Weeeeeeeell," Shannon replied, drawing the word out delightedly. "I make no promises."
The brunette giggled before darting from the room, leaving Rachel staring after her in bemused horror.
"...Shannon?"
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Chloe
Age: Mid teens
RP Experience: Hmm, about four or five years.
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Show your S K I L L S . . .
This is from a Harry Potter site which is, sadly, dead now.[/blockquote]Jamie screwed her eyes shut when she heard an irritated grunt. She started breathing shallowly, filled with a sudden panic. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t. If she started talking to him, it would spill out and she couldn’t let it. Her defences came crashing down around her as she kept perfectly still. She was wildly hoping he’d leave her alone, just let her be and wallow in her guilt. So sorry, her mind screamed at him. So, so sorry. But sorry was such a small word and it was far too small and too useless now. Unfortunately, it was all she had. It was too little, too late and it was all she had. She choked back a sob, nearly overcome with guilt. She hadn’t wanted it to be like this. Gabe was her first love, her only love and it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. When they had first started going really strong, she had daydreamed about marrying him and having kids and they’d be each other’s one true love. Sorry, sorry, sorry… The word was on repeat in her mind. Though it sounded arrogant, and she hated arrogance, Jamie knew she had hurt Gabriel. She had known so well, still knew him so well, and his pain was obvious to her. She had wanted to run to him, hug him and making him stop hurting but something had held her back.
A warm touch on her shoulder caused her eyes to snap open as she jerked back, just as Gabe pulled his hand away. Her eyes fixed on his form as a tingling sensation travelled across her skin. She allowed herself to look him over. She hadn’t been this close to him in too long and some part of her was thrumming in delight at seeing him close up, at feeling his body heat next to her. She inhaled deeply, slowly sitting up as he looked away. His smell washed over her, warm and comforting. It reminded her of how she felt when she came home, and it was bloody ridiculous. He shouldn’t still make her feel like that, not after so long apart. She absently noted the fact he had asked if she was okay, and she felt a flush of heat at his voice. Though it was emotionless and hard, it still make her feel like her skin was on fire. She opened her mouth to reply, to apologise, to explain but no noise came out. Jamie furrowed her brows in confusion as her mouth snapped shut. Why wasn’t she able to form words? A million sentences were racing around in her head, each one desperate to slip out first. Her entire being ached to say something, every fibre of herself screaming to speak to him again. So why weren’t any words coming from her mouth?
She swallowed loudly, her tongue flicking out to wet her suddenly dry lips. She cleared her throat softly, eyes wide. “Yeah,” she whispered, mentally cursing herself. She hadn’t talked to Gabe in years and the best she could come with was ‘yeah’?! She was a total idiot, a clumsy, stupid horrible person. She wet her lips again nervously, fixing her gaze on the grassy floor beneath her. Gnawing on her lip, she let the silence stretch on before she blurted, “How’ve you been?” It sounded impossibly awkward to her ears and again she cursed herself. She almost called herself an idiot out loud but bit it back at the last moment. She already looked like a right bitch in his eyes, she knew, and if she said the word ‘idiot’ he might think he was talking about him. Jamie squeezed her eyes shut briefly before opening them again, risking a glance up at Gabriel before returning to staring at the ground. In her mind she said what she wanted to. ‘I’m so sorry. I know it’s not enough and that it’s probably too late, but it’s true. I regret it so much Gabe, so much. I feel so guilty and horrible and I’m a right cow and I should have explained, at least, and I want to if you want to hear it.’ But the words refused to come out, getting stuck in her throat so she stayed silent, occasionally darting glances up at him.
