((Crystal you need to re-write your replies. They have to be four lines long.))

Jasper curled up in front of her door and sniffled. Oh great, he thought, just break the girls heart. Jasper blew his hair out of his face. He screwed up. Bad. "Maybe I should talk to her." He said, half to himself. Standing up and wiping a stray tear from his eyes, Jasper knocked on the door. "Hey Daisy?" he whispered, hoping she would let him in.

Daisy sat up on as fast as she could wiping away her tears. She knew her face was still red from crying. "Yes." She said as calm as she could. "you can come in." She added. She wondered what he wanted to talk about. Probably a full on conversation that started with. 'I don't really know you or It's not you it's me.' Something cliche ans stupid.

Martha

Ian sighed."ugh one of the other rebels have been calling me pinkie which annoys me to no end."he replied as he blew smoke out of his mouth.Closing his eyes in relaxation he smiled a little.He wonder what other were doing or if some other huamns were out there.He sighed out a puff of smoke and smiled.

John.

Medusa laughed at Johns reaction."then come on lets go get something to eat and head out."She said as she walked a bit faster to the kitchen.She wanted to get more stuff for her room,clothes,and other stuff like supplies.She also wanted to destroy those red shadows as well,she was just glad John wasn't flirting with her again.

((I accidentally posted on the wrong thread!! *is embarrassed* XD))

Jasper staggered in. He flopped down in front of her, putting his head down. "I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, unable to hide tears. "I-I just don't need a girlfriend right now...." he sniffled. "I'm afraid something will happen to you or me, and we will have our hearts broken, or I will screw up and our friendship will never be the same. So...Lets just be friends, okay?"

(This is what a Red Shadow looks like. it took me forever to find this image.)

(Sorry I got to go. See you guys soon. Try not to go to far ahead!)

((Lol, that was a lot to read xD))

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[OPEN | Rebel]

Cheri tried to suppress a yawn as she curled up even tighter in the blanket she had. She didn't want to get up. It was too early for her. Yet, with every minute she just kept thinking, which woke her up even more. After about ten minutes of her trying to resist, she finally sat up. Her room was just one of the painting rooms located in the museum, near the back of the building. She didn't have to worry about those creatures getting in, nor the other clan. Everything was muffled in her room too, so she could sleep in peace while everyone one else was awake and working. She did have to sleep on the floor though, since she didn't have a mattress yet.
Now that she was up, Cheri thought she'd better stay that way. She didn't like to lie back down after waking up, it would give her a headache. With another, larger yawn, she stood and and stretched her arms. Her auburn hair was a mess. She stood up, her night clothes, which just consisted of a T-shirt and her underwear, was the only thing keeping the cold air off of her skin. Without caring, she opened the door and walked into the hall, her feet freezing as they pressed against the ice cold marble floors. She tiptoed her way down the hall way, trying to remember where one of the backrooms were. Hopefully the water still worked. Sometimes it would, sometimes it wouldn't, and sometimes it would be brown and smelly.
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[OPEN | Rebel]

Keia groaned. Sometimes she hated being part of the Rebel clan. "There's nothing to do!" she said, putting her thoughts into words as she walked around the building. She normally did this. Woke up early, paced the entrance, and complained about how she was bored. When someone would confront her about her boredom, she would simply tell them that they were boring.
Her hands never stopped moving. That seemed to be a problem she had. Everyday, around this time, she'd be at her father's bike shop, repairing Jimmie's bike because he never knew how to use the breaks. Right now, she rung her hands together while pacing the front doors. They were bored up with plywood and paintings.
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[OPEN | Peace]

The voice over the intercom spoke to Sage in his dreams. He was dreaming about swimming with sharks when one of them jumped and started talking to him. "Time to get up everyone! It's a bright new day and we need to get stuff done!" it said, slowly rousting him to life. With a tired huff, he sat up and looked around. He stayed in one of the many operation room, having cleared anything he didn't like out before moving in.
Sage stood up, cracking his back and this knuckles before leaving the room. Just as he had closed the door behind him, he realized that he was still in his night clothes. With a huff, he went back into his room and got dressed. Discarding the wrinkled green hospital pants and the crinkled white hospital shirt that he had 'borrowed' from one of the many closets, and slipping into a nice pair of black Jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. Then, once again, he left his room.
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[OPEN | Outcast]

James huffed out cool morning air as he lounged on a park bench not too far from the pain road. His mind danced around the thought of the Red Shadows killing him. Would it be painful? Or would it be quick? There was no real way to find out. The last time he had seen one, it was eating a Frozen person. It didn't look painful, the way it did it. It was like the person was dust. The little girl, standing mid run after a frozen dog ,her hair flowing behind her, yet not as clean as it might have been that day, had been sucked into the monster in a single breath, like smoke as she fell apart in ashes.
He had cried that day. He cried until he fell asleep. It was such a horrible sight, one that would be etched into his mind until the day that he, himself, died, and possible even after he'd left the earth. Would he still remember in the afterlife? These were the question James asked himself every night. It haunted him to not know it he would ever be able to get away from this Hell of a life.