City of Ashes RP ~~Players Needed~~

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Name: Aspen
Age: 16
Gender: F
Personality: Strange, likes to think ahead and know what's coming, extremely creative, sometimes ridiculously so, sometimes talks to herself to make plans or ideas much better, mostly in her head. Capable of making split second decisions and/or plans; good ones. doesn't make sense to most people.
Mutations: Nature. (Her Dna Makes things grow faster, smells nice..... etc.), double jointedness (Can fold herself. aka much more than just being double jointed.)
Picture/Description:
Other: wears a maroon jacket and matching converse w/ yellow t-shirt of the same color w/ jeans.
(Changed her name btw the original was made up by a random guy who happened to be sitting at the table.)
 
Aspen sat right next to the lake holding her hands in the water. They were covered in scratches and bruises, as well as scuffed at the wrist, she had turned quickly and her knee bent weird, then she tripped. She had heard wolves nearby and ran for it, branches smacking and in some cases cutting her hand. With a sigh, she stayed crouching in the water, her shoes a few feet away. She was listening closely, still unsure if she had lost the wolves.
 
Mantha8225 said:
((In! If you want, Autumn could find her.))

Autumn stood up after she had finished eating. "I'm going to go wash up," she announced, then grabbed a flashlight and ran towards the lake.
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"And I'm going to do some practice. I'm feeling restless. Ciao." said Beatrix, standing up and stretching like a cat. She strode away to her practice area.

~*~

Alone, ready for practice, Beatrix gazed at the new dummy. A new person. Nothing solved. No answers, she thought, Just more questions.

Beatrix snapped.

She attacked the dummy with all the anger and frustration inside her. A violent, uncontrolled offensive – still perfect and deadly. No answers. Just more questions. No answers. Just more questions. No answers. Just more questions. The chant in her head grew mercilessly louder. No answers. Just more questions. A primal growl escaped her as every bad feeling she had was poured through her swords and into the dummy. When she stopped, out of breath, the dummy was a pile of rags and stuffing. She sheathed her blades. Dimly, she realized her pigtails were tangled and coming loose. Slowly, she raised her hands and undid them, got out her comb and began to comb out her hair. No answers, the mantra repeated in her head, Just more questions. No answers. Just more questions. No answers. Just more questions. No answers. Just more questions. No answers –

Beatrix fell to her knees and broke down crying.

It was a silent cry, with body-shaking sobs. She looked broken, with her hair like wine-colored curtains drawn in from of her face, the shadow from it changing her steel eyes to deep lavender. No answers, the chant sounded cruelly, Just more questions. And no matter how you attack that dummy, it's not going to help you. You can't improve. It won't answer any questions. It doesn't even make you feel better. But you keep hacking, Beatrix. You're looking for answers that you can't find. No memory. Powers. Elisha's knowledge. The figure. A new kid. No answers. Just more questions. Beatrix let out her first audible sob, then returned to silence. And you can't let anyone know you're upset, can you? You have to be strong, don't you? You have to be hard and deadly and funny and sarcastic. The only thing you can be afraid of is spiders. You have to be stronger than possible. And you know why? You're just the muscle. All you can do is fight. It's all you're good for. And you can't. Find. Answers.

"You're right," said Beatrix suddenly, her head snapping up, "I need to be strong for them. So shut up."

Why? the voice taunted, What are you going to do?

"I," said Beatrix, getting to her feet, "Am going to get cleaned up. And then –" A cold, wolfish smile spread across her face as the light touched her face, her eyes glinting sharp steel again, "Then I'm going to get some answers."

(I worked on that for a while. XD)
 

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