Atomic Powers 3

It was 7 O' Clock in the morning. Faith gleefully brewed some hot chocolate as she hummed a tune. She wanted to celebrate their end of unpacking the furniture Mason and Micah's parents bought for them. She looked around noticing Riley passed out over the arm of the couch with his head hanging off the edge. There were boxes everywhere, empty of course. Faith then wondered where everyone else was. She was the first to fall asleep last night and was uncertain of what happened afterwards.
 
Outside on the deck from the kitchen, Julie sat on the rail of the balcony. She sat with one leg swinging over the edge, the other curled up to her chest, arm draped over it. She held a strand of hair in front of her, watching it take flame, bored. (Her hair, like her skin, is fireproof, if that's ok. It was in the last two, but I just want to make sure.) There was nothing to do and she was irritated at that. She hated being inactive. She decided it would be good to 'play' with her daggers, then she wouldn't be sitting here, her irritation slowly growing.
 
Outside on the deck from the kitchen, Julie sat on the rail of the balcony. She sat with one leg swinging over the edge, the other curled up to her chest, arm draped over it. She held a strand of hair in front of her, watching it take flame, bored. (Her hair, like her skin, is fireproof, if that's ok. It was in the last two, but I just want to make sure.) There was nothing to do and she was irritated at that. She hated being inactive. She decided it would be good to 'play' with her daggers, then she wouldn't be sitting here, her irritation slowly growing.
(Yeah that's fine!)
 
Josh stared intently through his long antique copper and gold telescope through the clear and recently cleaned glass window. A black notebook sat on his lap, open to a page that was already hallway written though. He moved the telescope out of the way and gently stroked the intriguing plant's dark brown stem. Despite its color it stood up tall and upright. Josh turned around and shuffled through a wooden box and pulled out a small elixir. He shook it twice, then held it up high as it glowed brightly until it slowly faded into a vague glow that could only be seen in a dark closet. A drop of the elixir was vigilantly placed at the peek of the plant and gradually diminished, as it trickled down the stem. Josh nodded, indulged, and strode away to another desk where a plant, just as mysterious also sat atop.
 
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Name: Shleya
Age: 16
Power: Omni lingual, Molecular Manipulation
Personality: Patient, hard working, and determined, fairly laid back and isn't upset easily though a select person can really get on her nerves
History: Was an orphan, she doesn't remember her parents, not much to talk about.
Bio: She enjoys the little things that people do, because she sees the value in them. She is a tough opponent with her sword, but relies on speed and flexibility rather than pure strength, (Which she has none of.) She is almost blind without her glasses.
Picture/Description:
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Bright blue eyes that shine when ever she is around friends, She makes it easy for people to laugh. Her hair always seems to have perfect curls though she never tries. (YES i changed her picture, she looked too shy in the first one anyway.)(And what the flip, is this what i originally described her as? woooooowwwwww..... mind blown.)

(Just the pic i altered the rest.)
 
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