School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

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Ryan knew what was going on behind the strange look on Angel's face. It was the same way his parents had looked at him when the didn't know why he didn't laugh at a funny joke or smile a lot or even show fear at a scary movie. They didn't understand why he showed no emotion...he didn't understand it all himself. But he didn know that it wasn't that he didn't HAVE emotion...it was just not in his nature to show it.
But he didn't like they way Angel was looking at him. Of course he didn't show THAT either. Instead he cocked his head, gave her a knowing look and then looked away. He followed Ther into the building.
 
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angel followed Ther down a series of halls. why was i looking at him like he was different? i am so messed up. not showing emotion i guess is just who he is. so stop it angel, your better than this. angel scolded her self. they were all different, so she shouldn't be looking at anybody weird. she blushed in shame and kept walking down the halls.
 
Jamie slowed to a stop, worn out from running. How long, or how far, had she run? Now that she thought about it she chastised herself for being so silly. It was a stupid thing she had done, and the only thing it had gotten her was lost. She slowly lowered herself to a sitting position on the ground, observing her surroundings through the thin fog. She had no idea where she was, but she forced herself to get up and walk in a random direction, which she hoped was toward the nearest city. (It is)
 
Rielle walked into the kitchen and looked through the cabinet for something to eat. She didn't find anything that she wanted to eat, so she looked in the candy cabinet and grabbed a few pieces of licorice, finishing off her sucker and throwing away the stick. She grabbed another sucker from her pocket and unwrapped it, putting it into her mouth and walking out of the kitchen and down the hall to look for something to do.
 
Dylan entered the kitchen and went to find something to eat. He found something, ate and returned to his room for some much needed sleep.


Spencer looked around his room, excited to have a safe place to be.
 
Luna tossed and turned in her bed as a nightmare filled her head. It was a memory that she had tried to shut out for over two years. It was of when she had frozen a human being. It was also the reason she avoided physical contact with humans ever again. She hadn't known at the time that she'd freeze someone when she touched them.

Luna ran down the ally, her red wide as breath ragged from running so much. She had fallen and hurt her wing, so she couldn't fly away, but she kept running, though pain seared her shoulder. She heard the sirens from police cars. She'd been caught stealing, and recognized as one of the people on the front board of missing children. The police were after her, trying to take her into custody. She came to an abrupt halt when she found herself at a dead end. She spun around as he heard skidding and found herself backed into a corner, a police man at mouth of the ally. She gulped in ragged breaths of air, adrenaline pumping and energy powering her ice powers. The police man came closer to her, cautiously. She could see his mouth moving, but she heard no words, blood pumping in her ears and blocking out all noise accept for her thundering heart. When the man reached out the grab her arm, she slapped his hand away. She gasped, immediately regretting hitting him. But the slap was enough. She saw the ice form across his hand. His eyes widened when he saw it, looking die at his hand in shock. His face became deathly pale as the ice spread garter up his hand and arm, his lips turning an icy blue. The ice spread over his entire body, and he was frozen into place. Luna was shaking all over, eyes wide in horror, knowing what this meant. She had killed a man.

Luna heard a scream, and her eyes snapped open, bolting up in bed. She realize the scream was hers. Her heart was thundering in her chest, her breath ragged, and the scream cut off abruptly. She had tried to keep that memory buried for so long. Apparently, it hadn't been enough. It had happened a few months after she had run away, when she was about 15 or 16 years old. She curled her knees up to her chest, hugged them to her chest with shaky arms, her pale silver eyes wide with horror and shock. She had thought the nightmares were gone. She hadn't had them for over a year, and wasn't sure why the memory has suddenly broken loose. But it was back, and she tried to block it out, covering her ears with her shaking hands and squeezing her eyes shut.
 
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angel was stopped in front of a door and she knocked before going in. she turned to look at the room. there was a man who was in a wheel chair and he was bald. angel smiled a little bit. he reminded her of her grandfather. she suddenly longed to see him, but he died 5 years ago from old age. angel walked over to a chair, and said "my name is angel" and she smiled even better this time. "i'm guessing your the professor."
 
angel was stopped in front of a door and she knocked before going in. she turned to look at the room. there was a man who was in a wheel chair and he was bald. angel smiled a little bit. he reminded her of her grandfather. she suddenly longed to see him, but he died 5 years ago from old age. angel walked over to a chair, and said "my name is angel" and she smiled even better this time. "i'm guessing your the professor."
Amber followed Angel into the room, looking over at the professor quietly. She sat down and watched him.
 
Ryan didn't enter. He stood just outside the professors room, uneasiness overtaking him once more. How much did this man know about him? What would he say? If Ryan were the professer and knew half the things about hi life he knew himself...h wouldn't let a guy like himself stay in a school full of other mutants .
 

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