someone should have told her, pretty ain't a job

(could we burn,darling? - fearless vampire killers}
 
right ok can we go from when they go to the cottage? c:
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comment if you want to role-play and I'll try to start. c:
 
transmogrification & healing

even ghosts forget - fearless vampire killers 
transmogrification & healing
 
finn hewston;
It wasn't a particularly nice day when I drew the curtains back from my window, there was a dull grey in the sky instead of a pleasant blue and the sun was barely making an effort on coming through the layers of rolling clouds. It made me want to burrow back under my covers and stay there for the rest of the day. Of course my younger sister doesn't let me do that, because she's an early riser and insists on everyone else being up, too. So I get out of bed with a stumble in my step, grab some clothes from where they hang on my chair and go take a shower. It takes about ten minutes to get ready because my Ginger hair just won't sit right, and it's the epitome of frustration. I dress in jeans and a t-shirt and flicker my black converse into some clean combat boots with a pleased smile before I skirt downstairs and head to school. The school is better than the other highschool that I'd half finished, it's got this more, well, clean feel to it and everyone in it knows what it's like to be fucked up whether that's in a good sense or in a bad sense. I liked my so-called powers, they were an awful lot better than some powers people had been strapped with. The school wasn't too huge nor typical high-school, either, which was certainly a comfort. I tuck my hands into my back pockets as I walk into the school, the corridors aren't exactly full and there's  the same boring stacks of lockers along the walls which nobody ever uses. I glance around the hallways, noticing all of the things happening. I wondered what everyone was here for, I wondered how they'd found out their powers. Me? I'd found one of them out by my mum. She'd got given flowers by dad and they weren't that great- so six year old me had thought- they were daffodils and I'd willed them to be something else, just in my head, and then they'd been that something else. It was kind of an awesome power, I guess, and my friends took plenty of advantage over it after deciding nor to be too freaked out. Then there was the healing, but that was pretty self explanatory. I stopped and leant up against some of the locker stacks, pulling my timetable from my bag and glancing over what I had with my head ducked down.

| audition | 
name | Finn Hewston
age | 19
bio or character study | He is not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. He can be creative, resourceful, and intellectually quick also he's good at a broad range of things, even if he is better at one thing than another he'll try everything. He likes to hear people's ideas, likes to be in discussion but he also likes people to know his opinion and to know that his opinion is right.  He often comes off as quite pretentious because of his knowledge for a lot of things and his pure want to learn more, he doesn't mean to come off so, but he doesn't try to get rid if the reputation. He may not encourage it but he never goes to push the reputation away. 
 
He has no sob story to tell about his family, no huge death in a car crash or a divorce between a drunken father and a mother just trying to protect her kids. There was none of that, maybe there was the odd time where his mother and father would have arguments and there was that odd time where he'd start the arguments but other than that home life was fine. He liked his younger sister and sometimes got on along with his elder brother, who was kind of lazy and refused to do anything productive in his life. If he wasn't family, they'd probably never be acquainted. His family life is nice and apple-pie esque, on the basis that he only uses his 'powers' for good, though he never got how they could be used for supposed evil. School was kind of boring except for those debate classes, and the little private lessons that they had for their own powers. They got taught how to enhance said power and how to control it, since they often gave him head aches if he used it too much for too long. He was getting used to controlling it now, it was like keeping a piece of invisible string from getting lost, you had to concentrate. School- the new school that he'd moved to, since he was a freak- was good.
powers | transmogrification and healing but if you're only allowed one transmogrification
sexuality | half gay 
face claim | bastien bonizec
 
and excuse the set but I am posting from my ipod
ah sorry this sucks!! I'll do the bio again if you want but bleh! :c is it a boarding school? @dropdeadbree

{castiel, supernatural}
 
cyrus barrone; carnie; nineteen.
 
Everyone was a freak here, in whatever sense of the term. From the most extreme to the ones who were only slightly unordinary. It was a nice place to be, there was nobody who was exactly the same, even if there were a lot specializing in the same thing. It was nice, but weird, to feel comfortable in this sort of environment, it was weird to be just one of the freaks. I scared some people, I think, the whole idea of someone throwing a knife put people off. I don’t see why, but I never take time to ask. I put it to them thinking that I’d try to hurt someone with one of my knives- I could, easily- but I just wouldn’t. Not only because I wasn’t that type of person, but because, why the fuc’k would I? It would be nice to meet someone in here who wasn’t a little concerned about my knives and all that. I was sitting in the supposed resting room, it had a fire in and these big furs, which I didn’t want to think too much about. My knives were all lied out in front of me, on top of a roll of fabric. There were about seven of the knives, all different but all gorgeous at the same time. One had a long wooden handle and a slim silver blade, whilst an other had a thick plastic handle and a blade which caught purple-blue in the light. I had to clean them all, I was kind of obsessive about how clean they had to be, and I cleaned them a helluva lot. I’d just been throwing them, you see, so they had the dust of the straw boards along their length, and it wasn’t nice, wasn’t pleasant. My glasses were on the end of my nose as I ducked my head to wipe a cloth along the length of the first one, the handle had already been cleaned carefully, in a sort of OCD way. Everything had to be damn perfect. It would be nice for a little company, though.
 
@little-batman

{alaska young, looking for alaska}
 
kright so what i was thinking was that Rhys has just gotten his braces off and he's all excited so he goes over to angus' house but something bads happened?? idk i just wanted to do a new set because they both pretty
@little-batman

they're a perfect band.

{castiel, supernatural}
 
cyrus barrone; carnie; nineteen.
 
Everyone was a freak here, in whatever sense of the term. From the most extreme to the ones who were only slightly unordinary. It was a nice place to be, there was nobody who was exactly the same, even if there were a lot specializing in the same thing. It was nice, but weird, to feel comfortable in this sort of environment, it was weird to be just one of the freaks. I scared some people, I think, the whole idea of someone throwing a knife put people off. I don’t see why, but I never take time to ask. I put it to them thinking that I’d try to hurt someone with one of my knives- I could, easily- but I just wouldn’t. Not only because I wasn’t that type of person, but because, why the fuc’k would I? It would be nice to meet someone in here who wasn’t a little concerned about my knives and all that. I was sitting in the supposed resting room, it had a fire in and these big furs, which I didn’t want to think too much about. My knives were all lied out in front of me, on top of a roll of fabric. There were about seven of the knives, all different but all gorgeous at the same time. One had a long wooden handle and a slim silver blade, whilst an other had a thick plastic handle and a blade which caught purple-blue in the light. I had to clean them all, I was kind of obsessive about how clean they had to be, and I cleaned them a helluva lot. I’d just been throwing them, you see, so they had the dust of the straw boards along their length, and it wasn’t nice, wasn’t pleasant. My glasses were on the end of my nose as I ducked my head to wipe a cloth along the length of the first one, the handle had already been cleaned carefully, in a sort of OCD way. Everything had to be damn perfect. It would be nice for a little company, though.

{castiel, supernatural}
 
angus yates, townie, 20
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It was sheeting down with rain, splatters hitting the pavement, and rattling the panels of the aluminum shed roofs, it was making more noise than anything else. The fire in the house roared away behind tue blackened glass of the wood-burner, the ashes of broken would crumbling down against the other rolls of fresh wood just added. I'd just set the fire up for mum and I'd placed some blankets thick around use shoulders and the television remote by her hand. She was ever so thankful and told me to go get a life in the most polite way possible, patting her hand on mine before pushing me back and towards the door. She made me promise not to hurry back. I don't think she knew it was raining. I put some van's on, and a blue and grey patterned shirt which I left open for my batman shirt. I'd go out in the rain if my mother wanted me to. I shout a buy and then I leave, and it's really bloody raining, hammering down harshly, cold and wet and awesome. There's a stupid smile on my face as I run in the rain, running to the end of my street and tilting my head back against the rain. I stuff my hands further into my pockets, crunching up my fists and jogging down the pathway. My jeans are soaked already, and the tight denim clings tightly around my thighs, but it doesn't matter. I get to tue park in a matter of seconds, and it's all churned up and muddy, the rain hitting the various play equipment and bouncing off. It's bloody awesome. I smile and hop along the sticky brown mud, my foot sliding back into the mud as I did so. I almost got stuck, but I didn't, thank god. I got into the park and jogged to the swing, hopping on one which wasn't covered in bird shit. I hadn't been on a swing in damn years.

cyrus;;
 
The building was old, and the rooms were fucking massive and I had pretty much nothing to fill my bedroom with. There was only really a box of clothes that I’d gathered from the constant trip on the road. I had no proper furnishings and ended up buying all of the furnishings from IKEA and filling my room with crap flat-box stuff, and whatever. I’d spent to day building it all up because there had simply been nothing else to do during the day, and it was nice to have something to put my sole focus on for a while. I pinned posters to my walls, mainly Iron Maiden, but also target circles made from straw for practice with my knife throwing, the mainly battered part was the centre, which was pretty damn impressive. I was kind of awkward about leaving my room, I didn’t want to meet the other people they called freaks, I don’t know why not, but I didn’t. I had to sometime, though, so now would be better than ever. A knife was held in my boot and my glasses slid down the bridge of my nose, and I was pretty sure my hair was a mess, but hey, least I was leaving the room. The building was like a castle, which was awesome, and had the grounds of a castle, which was the better part. I went outside almost immediately, and walked around until I found a tree to press my back against and draw in my sketchbook by. I know the whole idea of even leaving my room had originally been to actually socialize with people, but there wasn’t really anyone around, so my sketchbook would do for company as of now. If I got bored of drawing I’d probably just sit and fiddle with my knife. I wouldn’t hurt someone with it, it was just habit that I took it everywhere.