Chloe May Marsh
Sept 14, 2011 11:16:21 GMT -5
Post by Chloe Marsh on Sept 14, 2011 11:16:21 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Chloe Maree Mars
Nickname: Chlo
Age: Sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Telekinesis
Play By: Demi Lovato
Let it F L O W . . .
Just my luck. No facebook notifications, no one on IM. FML! This sucks balls! Anyway where do I start? Well, my name is Chloe. Sounds innocent, doesn't it? Well, I'm not. Actually if you ask my mum she will say that I am a beacon for trouble. But she is so wrecked in the head it isn't amazing she doesn't think I'm actually a human being. You know, with my own mind that doesn't need to be directed towards mommy's unlimited expectations. So no, I am not the sweet sixteen year old with the flowing expected future that her mom mapped out for her.
From delivery, she expected a child with a smile as bright as her future, with commitment to succeed and to be the best she could. Basically my mother wanted to close herself so she could raise what she saw as perfect. A little Ms Karen Mars. Just her luck, huh? She tried ballet to find my soft-side. She tried to cover me in pink to doll me up to be her perfect little girl. But I changed that thank god! The pink turned black and this doll took a life of her own. Mom's dream gone; blown to smithereens. All I can say - is screw it, I am who I am and if you don't want to accept that then I will just stay here. It isn't like I liked it here.
My older sister is a control freak, mommies favorite because she has a pole up her ass as long as hers. "Chlo, you left your straightener on". Imagine hearing her voice all the time, complaining about everything. I lie sometimes though, like everyone does. They say it is a sin but basically everyone in the world would be suffering eternal damnation because if you say that you don't lie, then your lying. "Shut up Jenny, I was just warming it up". I had to buy the new set of curtains the next day.
Jenny was in her senior year and wanting to do psychology. She listened to problems while I listened to music. Jenny couldn't be caught dead hitting a perfect note but when I did, mom wouldn't care. Who could compare to daughter-of-the-year? I wasn't going changing though. I didn't want to be like them. A counselor? A teacher? That is who they were, and this was who she is. Not that they would understand.
See, if my dad actually gave a crap about me and would come back, maybe I would be a daddy's little girl. But who could I relate too? I could depend on no one but myself. Which is cool, ya know? Kind of whatever.
I can't complain about my life too much though, it isn't that bad anymore. See back in LA, which is the City of Angels or Dreams or something, I couldn't have felt like more of an outcast. I had friends to hang with, only if they weren't stoned or drugged. It's disgusting crap and like I would ever try it.... well, at least more then once now. But like I would have told mom.
School was a bust. I have this little problem with authority; I can't stand the pricks. Since the principal was so basically out to get me, I didn't exactly go to school when mom dropped me off. If my life is just going to suck there, then why go.
But I would read. Like ritualistically for hours when school was in session. Fiction novels of fantasy, mystery but mostly romance. Sex; words made it sound so much better then the porno thoughts people get. It's nice, I always liked English. But romance novels combined my love for literature and my hotness for guys together. Which was weird because I was a bit of a late bloomer. Not really late, but slow. I was actually thirteen when I officially hit purberty. So friggin sad, I know. The guys used to call me 'surf board' or 'Mars' Matress'. Nothing a little junk-punch didn't fix though. But anyway, back to my story.
Basically I hated school, and of course mom didn't like that. She used to call the principal to make sure I got to school and too my classes, which didn't happen. I was only thirteen, and I was behaving like a seventeen year old. Now, I guess I can see why mom was so harsh but even now I can't answer her phone calls without either a blast about how crap I am or an update on how great Jenny's life is. But this was also a time in my life, that things got a bit complicated.
Life was never eventful. The fact that dad left when I was born was the most excitement you could find in my life. Which I guess wasn't bad, it made things feel normal. Like we went for holidays since mom's teaching pay got us over a few international borders, but things were always by routine. We lived in a home of predictability! It was crazy, seriously. Though when I finally hit the Big P, things went really really weird. We basically have to look back to when I was attempting to study:
That isn't exactly a 'fun' memory. This normal routinized life didn't really exist anymore. How can things exactly move steadily when you can move them yourself, right? Now I think it is cool. It has definitely added to my laziness and does come with some fun headaches, but it is kind of a part of me now. Like a twitching eye; it isn't always under my control. It basically made my thoughts dangerous. Sometimes things will move just by the sheer thought of the object. Like if I am freshening for bed and plan to put on a movie after, I will go in and it is done. Don't worry, it freaks me out still! How are you exactly supposed to take being able to move objects with your mind.
Like I said, I am reliant on myself. So with this scary secret, I tried to keep it too myself. But I am a girl with a terrific pokerface. To my parents and teachers, I was just acting out. A phase that I would get out of. Yeah, that didn't happen. Probably won't. The Catastrophic Chloe and her Telekinesis. I could look at things without moving them. The simple act of going to do something and my mind does the walking. So I went all '1984' and tried to stop thinking bad things. Like if you see that cold-hearted whore that made your junior years a living hell, it is hard not to accidentally telekinetically rip her blond knocks out of her thick head. BTW, I am a bit aggressive.
The worst mistake I have ever made was trusting my mother. It's supposed to be a mother/daughter bond where they can relate, talk to each other about everything and understand eachother. That is the relationships that she learned that she could only find in books.
She couldn't look at me, even talk to me after that. Figures; her disfunctional daughter isn't just troubled but a - a freak. If I was in her shoes, I wouldn't know what to do. Maybe run a thousand miles in the opposite direction. But the only place that bitch ran too was to the press. We knew about meta-humans like most people, so mom decided to boast about her freak of a daughter in every magazine in LA. If that was her mother's way of expressing her disappointment and hate for her child, it truely worked. It wouldn't say my heart broke - but I wasn't happy. Everyone as school thought I was like a fucking alien and drug-attics even looked down on me. It was the worst thing. Something that you wouldn't even see in a book.
Then this happened to me. Hammel Institute for super-powered chillbangers like me. I must say, this place is better then I thought. I remember when the recruiter explained it. It sounded like Hogwarts and I thought he was joking. I actually think I laughed in his face and made fun of his mother in response. I was thirteen! 'Ya mum' jokes were in then. But living with people that are going through the same thing as you are, it makes it easier.
Really, it is like any other high school except if you get a D- in math you can get an A+ in power training. The staff aren't too bad either, definitely more understanding then the spastics back in LA. They are hot too, along with the students. Genetic freaks but they have banging bodies. Every teens heroic dream! And actually, it has made me focus on school.
I am sociable and I won't lie. I am not one of the geeks that sit at the front of the class, adjusting my glasses and focusing on algebra. I do my work, I talk, I backchat to the teacher. It's so much better. Actually, last year I passed half year Math. That didn't usually happen, but this place has changed me abit but inevitably people; I will always be me.
I still read though. It is weird, the rebel chick reaching passed her sweet sixteenth and still having the motivation to knock through the pages. A nerds wild dream! But yeah, I still read. And sing. The school has an awesome music program. Back in LA, every chick with a convertible and a rep thought she was the next Alicia Keys. It was so friggin sad. Here though it is fresh and the kids know what they are doing. It is like the fact that they are different makes them more passionate, though I am not sure if it has happened to me. Because I still rock like always!
Except for the whole telekinetic thing. I can't really get a handle on it. It is easier now, I can control an object pretty well if I concentrate on it but my wondering mind still sendings crap flying when it springs into my mind. Not to mention the throbbing of my head after I do it for a while. A class could give me big brain-killers but a quick pill can fix that up. Trainging my powers is a bit of a priority though because unlike some, I don't want to be able to flaunt that I am a metahuman forever. I want a normal life with parties, and guys and maybe even getting a condo on the beach. Who knows, maybe even fall in love.
Since I moved into the school I haven't missed a class. The kids I hang with are crazy like me but know better then the dirtbags I used to chill with. I have assignments and they actually do get done now and my average F turned into an beautiful B-. One thing that won't change is who I think about my mother. I knew she wasn't crazy about me, but what she did was so totally cold. Like she is a fucking icewoman. I really don't know why she did that, and now I don't care. Once I graduate I am on my own, and I can't wait.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Charlie
Age: 19
RP Experience: 15
How did you find us?: RPG-D
Show your S K I L L S . . .
from the charmed based rp-site, blessed.
See, if it was Christmas he would be able to deal with it. Jingle Jingle in his head all day long. Tries to have a nap; Jingle. Tries to eat; Jingle. Tries to watch TV for at least two seconds; Jingle. It was too constant and it just drilled into his head. The couch had become his best friend as he lounged on it, all day with a bowl of cheesy chips and trying to drowned out the jingle with a classic Bon Jovi playlist. Still, it was ten reindeer having a disco in his skull so then he decided that he had to go to her. Except he didn't want too. His new charge that the Elder's threw at him was an over dramatic student from SFH, the same school he went too sometimes in his teens. Anyways, he constant emotional distresses activated the whitelighter SOS jingle every five minutes. How can one girl have so much drama in her life, seriously? He was a witch, a Warren witch in point of fact and he battled demons and dealt with family dilemmas every day, she had school where the biggest risk was getting an F in algebra. But just to be sure and so the call will stop, he laid on top of the building down from the school where he had orbed in to watch.
He had his survival kit. I-pod, cellphone, the rest of the cheesy chips and not to mention the potions he brewed up before he came. Better safe then sorry and he wasn't just going to count on his powers if a darklighter tries to knock off this future whitelighter. So on his stomach, chin rested in his hand he just thought. He thought about a lot of things. His sister for one which he was always worried about. He was just concerned for her as all big brother's do. But more from the fact that she was pregnant and she was on her own. He really wanted to junk punch Jason a bit but he wanted to stay out of the drama. At the moment, there was enough of it going through. His life was basically 23 season of Home and A Witch. But then the bell rang, snapping him into attention as he then grabbed his binoculars and tried to find her as he chewed on the chips. He saw he walk out with some boys. Oh, and she is a skank too. Much more fun.
Though from the corner of his eye, the sight of the dark silhouette of a girl being pulled into the darker shadows is what he saw. Maybe the jingles were from something else? Maybe it was a sign from the Elder's that he had to protect this girl no matter what. So looking up, he then orbed from his knees and reappeared in the alley near them. He heard the demon ramble on about something called 'The Cerebus' and that she had come into her powers. Another witch, great! But she didn't get what he was saying so basically, it was time for Allen to jump in; literally. Falling from his perch on a dumpster, he jumped between them, knocking the demons grip off of the girl as he pushed his way amongst the confrontation. Sending an elbow into the demon's face, they staggered backwards as he looked to the girl. "Get out of here, I'll take care of it". Looking to the demon, a fist them punched him in the mouth as he grunted and staggered backwards. He spoke to soon.
