Twan walked into the infirmary, his clothes covered in splatters of blood. He slowly walked into Rene’s room. Amethyst looked above her magazine, seeing him walk into Rene’s room. The purple haired girl set the magazine down on the table, got up, and followed the blonde haired boy into the room as quietly as possible. The boy sat down in the chair inayofuata to the red heads dead body, his eyes watery. Amethyst stood in the back of the room, leaning back on the wall, watching. The blue eyed boy took Rene’s hand, squeezing it, trying not to break down completely. The purple haired girl just watched in the back of the room. Quietly, she went out of the room and walked out of the infirmary. Twan turned around, thinking he heard something; but there was nothing there. He turned back to face her, standing up so he could see her face. The blonde boy held the red haired girl hand on his chest; he stroked the side of her face with his other hand. He wiped away his tears and set her arms back on her body, taking a long time to let go. Twan turned away and walked out the door, resisting the urge to go back.
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The purple haired girl walked down the street, unsure of what to do.
“I can help her…” she alisema to herself, “but then I might have to wait a few weeks before I could actually touch someone accidentally without worrying about killing them…” The girl sighed and sat down on a bench, putting her head in her gloved covered hands.
“But I can’t just leave her there dead. She’s so young. I have to do it…” she alisema to herself. She got up and continued walking down the street.
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He went on a rampage. Walking down the streets of Gotham, getting himself into as many fights as her could. His moyo was hurt and he couldn’t take the pain. His guns out, ready to shoot the first person who gave him a dirty look. He went to an abandoned building, pulling out a bomb from his back pocket He walked into the building and went up the rusted stairs to the roof. Twan set up the bomb in the middle of the area, wiring it just right. He took a remote out and held onto the button, trying hard to push it down. Twan, don’t do it. He looked around.
“Who’s there?” No one is there baby. It’s just wewe and me. He turned around, still looking.
“Who are you?” Are wewe telling me wewe don’t recognize your girlfriend’s voice? I’ve only been dead for three days dude! His eyes widened.
“If you’re dead, then why can I hear your voice?” Because it’s all in your head. wewe want me here to tell wewe to stop. wewe want me here to calm wewe down. wewe don’t want to believe that I’m dead. He still held onto the button, still trying to push it.
“Well it’s not gonna work…” he said. If it’s not gonna work, then why haven’t wewe pushed the button? The blue eyed boy stood there and dropped the remote, luckily not breaking.
“Why do wewe have to be dead?” he whispered, breaking down inside. Hey, it wasn’t my choice to die. I would have gladly stayed alive, and wewe know that. Twan stood there silent, looking at the bomb. Oh, so the bomb is better than me? The voice alisema in a joking manner. He cracked a smile, but then Lost it quickly. A single teardrop fell down his face while he stood there looking at the bomb, wishing that all of this was a dream.
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He sat on a bench outside, playing his guitar, gitaa imba The City kwa Ed Sheeran softly.
“This city never sleeps. I hear the people walk kwa when it’s late. Sirens bleed through my windowsill. I can’t close my eyes. Don’t control what I’m into. The tower is alive. The lights that blind me awake. With my kofia up and laces untied. Sleep fills my mind. Don’t control what I’m into… “Amara sat inayofuata to him, holding a cup.
“What’s in the cup Amara?” Bentley asked.
“Hot chocolate,” the small girl alisema quietly. She looked into the cup, staring at her rippling reflection.
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The blue eyed boy came out of the building and calmly walking back down the street. Good boy! wewe didn’t blow yourself up! If I weren’t a voice, wewe would get a hug right now. He smiled a little bit.
“Don’t be too happy, you’re still dead, and your voice won’t stay in my head forever.” Um… yeah, it will. You’re not going to possibly forget the girl that stopped wewe from killing yourself, twice. He sighed.
“Don’t remind me.” You want me to remind you, because I am a voice from your head… Ha I win! I would so do a victory dance right now if I could! He chuckled a little. I made wewe happier! I win again! Rene 2 Twan 0. He laughed a little more, but then his face became serious again.
“I wish it wasn’t your voice in my imagination making me happy though. I wish wewe in person were. I would be even happier…” His voice trailed off. Sorry dude… He stayed quiet and continued to walk down the street.
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“I have to find that guy,” Amethyst said, “tell him that I can bring her back.” She walked down the mitaani, mtaa slowly, paying close attention to the people walking past her; but none of them were him. The girl sat of a bench and continued to do the same thing, picking out every detail she could about how he looked. Just when she was about to give up, she saw him walking down the street, talking to himself. Amethyst stood up and walked over in front of him. The blue eyed boy looked at her.
“Hi,” the purple haired girl said, “I’m Amethyst. I saw your walk into Rene’s room today.” He looked down. She cracked a small smile that he saw.
“Why are wewe smiling? Death is not a happy thing.” He said, trying not to blow up. Calm down sweetie. He took a deep breath. “What do wewe want Amethyst?” She looked at him, still smiling a little bit.
“I know a way to bring Rene back to life.”
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The purple haired girl walked down the street, unsure of what to do.
“I can help her…” she alisema to herself, “but then I might have to wait a few weeks before I could actually touch someone accidentally without worrying about killing them…” The girl sighed and sat down on a bench, putting her head in her gloved covered hands.
“But I can’t just leave her there dead. She’s so young. I have to do it…” she alisema to herself. She got up and continued walking down the street.
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He went on a rampage. Walking down the streets of Gotham, getting himself into as many fights as her could. His moyo was hurt and he couldn’t take the pain. His guns out, ready to shoot the first person who gave him a dirty look. He went to an abandoned building, pulling out a bomb from his back pocket He walked into the building and went up the rusted stairs to the roof. Twan set up the bomb in the middle of the area, wiring it just right. He took a remote out and held onto the button, trying hard to push it down. Twan, don’t do it. He looked around.
“Who’s there?” No one is there baby. It’s just wewe and me. He turned around, still looking.
“Who are you?” Are wewe telling me wewe don’t recognize your girlfriend’s voice? I’ve only been dead for three days dude! His eyes widened.
“If you’re dead, then why can I hear your voice?” Because it’s all in your head. wewe want me here to tell wewe to stop. wewe want me here to calm wewe down. wewe don’t want to believe that I’m dead. He still held onto the button, still trying to push it.
“Well it’s not gonna work…” he said. If it’s not gonna work, then why haven’t wewe pushed the button? The blue eyed boy stood there and dropped the remote, luckily not breaking.
“Why do wewe have to be dead?” he whispered, breaking down inside. Hey, it wasn’t my choice to die. I would have gladly stayed alive, and wewe know that. Twan stood there silent, looking at the bomb. Oh, so the bomb is better than me? The voice alisema in a joking manner. He cracked a smile, but then Lost it quickly. A single teardrop fell down his face while he stood there looking at the bomb, wishing that all of this was a dream.
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He sat on a bench outside, playing his guitar, gitaa imba The City kwa Ed Sheeran softly.
“This city never sleeps. I hear the people walk kwa when it’s late. Sirens bleed through my windowsill. I can’t close my eyes. Don’t control what I’m into. The tower is alive. The lights that blind me awake. With my kofia up and laces untied. Sleep fills my mind. Don’t control what I’m into… “Amara sat inayofuata to him, holding a cup.
“What’s in the cup Amara?” Bentley asked.
“Hot chocolate,” the small girl alisema quietly. She looked into the cup, staring at her rippling reflection.
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The blue eyed boy came out of the building and calmly walking back down the street. Good boy! wewe didn’t blow yourself up! If I weren’t a voice, wewe would get a hug right now. He smiled a little bit.
“Don’t be too happy, you’re still dead, and your voice won’t stay in my head forever.” Um… yeah, it will. You’re not going to possibly forget the girl that stopped wewe from killing yourself, twice. He sighed.
“Don’t remind me.” You want me to remind you, because I am a voice from your head… Ha I win! I would so do a victory dance right now if I could! He chuckled a little. I made wewe happier! I win again! Rene 2 Twan 0. He laughed a little more, but then his face became serious again.
“I wish it wasn’t your voice in my imagination making me happy though. I wish wewe in person were. I would be even happier…” His voice trailed off. Sorry dude… He stayed quiet and continued to walk down the street.
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“I have to find that guy,” Amethyst said, “tell him that I can bring her back.” She walked down the mitaani, mtaa slowly, paying close attention to the people walking past her; but none of them were him. The girl sat of a bench and continued to do the same thing, picking out every detail she could about how he looked. Just when she was about to give up, she saw him walking down the street, talking to himself. Amethyst stood up and walked over in front of him. The blue eyed boy looked at her.
“Hi,” the purple haired girl said, “I’m Amethyst. I saw your walk into Rene’s room today.” He looked down. She cracked a small smile that he saw.
“Why are wewe smiling? Death is not a happy thing.” He said, trying not to blow up. Calm down sweetie. He took a deep breath. “What do wewe want Amethyst?” She looked at him, still smiling a little bit.
“I know a way to bring Rene back to life.”
Kenzie freaks out when Robin tells her that she's going to go insane if she stays with Brennan for too much longer. She watches the fight begin as Brennan picks her up and tightens his grip on her. Screaming, she accidentally freezes time. She then asks for an explanation from Robin, who tells her Fin's real story and who Kenzie was. Kenzie gets really upset kwa this and time is unfrozen, but no one actually notices. Chelsea gets the upper hand and attacks everyone.
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
Alias: unknown.
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Appearance: long blonde hair and brown eyes, hair usually worn in braid au up (ponytail, bun)
Personality: she was stubborn and always thought she could do things on her own. she was brave on the outside but was scared but never let anyone see it. She was never the one to smile so easily and be at ease. And she was never someone who Lost without a fight.
Powers/Abilities: she doesn't have any powers but combat and sword skills.
Weapons: a single sword.
Past: died in a break out gone wrong.
Others: she wasn't someone to let people into her life. But she cared if someone were sad au upset.
Name: Jessie Bennett
Likes: Gardening
Best Friend: Joan (Alix Penn)
Loves: Animals
Dislikes: Poaching/Hunting
Worst Habit: Sleeping at her desk
Personal Secret: Is used to hurting herself for the need of others
inayopendelewa Food: Anything Meat-Free (Vegetarian)
inayopendelewa Color: Turquoise au Jade
Code Name: None
Mentor/Inspiration: Poison Ivy
Relations: None
Base of Operations: JLA Headquarters
Personal Home: Garden of Eden