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Given her line of job, many would argue that drinking wasn't very healthy for the body. Of course, Alice was never one to take advice from anyone but herself, but she found it amusing, if nothing else. There was surprisingly little else to do in this town, even with its size. It seemed like most people were either busy working, busy being antisocial or busy partying. She'd yet to see anything in between. Stepping through the doors of the locale, she did a quick sweep of the area. Dark blue skinny jeans with stretch, flat ballerina shoes for dancing and a black top that was easy to move around in. The perfect outfit for moving around all night.
A voice caught the brunette's attention and as she turned, she fully expected to see some haughty thrash she'd scorn by leaving before the sun has risen. Instead, brown eyes landed upon a familiar face. One she was actually pleased to see.
"Em?" she asked, a tad unsure at first. She drew closer to the familiar form then, as if needing to confirm that she wasn't seeing things. She wasn't. "Holy fuck," she breathed, taking a moment to look the blonde over. Top to toe. "You look good."
Kyle wasn't the kind of guy Alice would ever claim to be the brightest bulb in the house, nor the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she liked him. He was a perfect blend of goofy and stupid. He wasn't the kind of guy you introduced to your parents, not the kind of guy you made a habit of keeping around, which to Alice, made him a cool guy.
"We can't all always be on time," she shrugged, pretending she hadn't noticed the mischievousness practically gleaming off of him. "The world would be awfully dull if we were all the same." She offered him a simple shrug at that; really, it was true. She couldn't help the snort that passed her nose; she should have known. Really, she should have. "Alcohol and yoga," she mused, more so to herself. It was a good thing, then, that Alice didn't care.
Lifting her bag, she walked over to the corner of the room and placed it there. She had been looking for something to do to kill the hour, she might as well go along with the scheme. "Come on, then," she said as she started towards the door. "Fifty-seven minutes left." She looked at him, grinning.
When Alice had decided to opt out of college, she spent a long time figuring out what she wanted to do with her life. Eventually though, she'd found quite a few hobbies that equally suited her as well as keeping her short attention span happy. She had never really been known for committing to things long term and while that was fine, it didn't pay the bills. Being a yoga trainer and a burlesque dancer offered enough variety for her to stay content. At least it had until now. She couldn't really complain.
Brown eyes lifted, being forcefully dragged towards the source of the voice. At the question, she cast a glance towards the clock, an eyebrow raising and amusement coloring her brown eyes. "Mmm," she mused, stretching her arms behind her back. "About an hour too early, and about five minutes too late," she said then, shrugging her shoulders. "Pick your poison."
Her eyes moved from his feet and up along his body. She appreciated a well trained, muscular body as much as the next girl. A poised smile formed on her lips.
A grin was firmly placed on the brunette's lips by the time the blonde had managed to wrap her arms around her. A chuckle escaped her as she lifted her own arms, dropping the sign in the process.
"Hey there," she murmured against the pretty blonde's hair. She always smelled good - it was one of the things Alice had noticed first about her friend. Her smell - and her incredibly girly dress code. Both of which Alice found amusing.
Pulling the blonde away enough for her to glance at her face, another grin splayed on her face. "Classes didn't treat you too badly, hm?" she asked. Alice didn't care much for school. She'd opted out of the whole college experience herself, though, high school hadn't been much better.
Eyebrows raised, Alice pondered the other girl's words for a moment. She furrowed her brows then, head tilting quizzically. "But isn't it better that we learn to control our abilities rather than potentially ending up hurting someone, or ourselves?" She was in no way biased towards the school, but she fully understood why they did what they did.
Besides, wasn't moving to a different school and making new friends just part of life? Wasn't it better to do so while young, rather than when you started college? The way Alice saw it, she figured moving to Bellefonte at a young age had only made sure she'd keep her friends, even as many of them attended college. Since, you know, the college was right there.
Shrugging then, Alice smiled. "Beats the alternative, but that's just me."
"SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN THE WAY A FOREST FIRE WAS BEAUTIFUL; SOMETHING TO BE ADMIRED FROM A DISTANCE."
❝
Standing outside Stagfort's local college with a crate of beer and a sign saying "Miss. Leigh" naturally offered the brunette a few odd looks. She didn't really mind, of course. Being shy never got you anywhere, she always told herself. She'd might as well embrace her crazy.
Whenever someone stepped through the doorway, Alice leaned forward, hoping she'd catch a glimpse of a certain blonde. Alice didn't know when her friend would be finished with her classes and she'd already been waiting for a good ten minutes.
Patience had never been Alice's virtue, but she remained steady in her search.
Once she finally saw the girl she was looking for, she lifted the sign high in the air and waggled it about, hoping to catch her favorite blonde's attention.
"SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN THE WAY A FOREST FIRE WAS BEAUTIFUL; SOMETHING TO BE ADMIRED FROM A DISTANCE."
❝
Accepting the beer with a smile, Alice took a seat next to the other girl. Crossing her legs, she unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig. "Not bad," she said once she lowered the bottle from her plump lips. If this was all the girl could find, Alice briefly wondered if the girl was below the legal drinking age. Maybe she'd ought to offer the girl to buy her some proper beer sometime.
A nod followed by a smile was Alice's response. It wasn't the first time someone made that connection to her name. And it likely wouldn't be the last.
Alice detected the bitterness in the other girl's voice and issued a chuckle. "I used to attend the school a few years back." She looked at the other girl and shrugged. "It's as lame as any other school, but at least it's free." Not that Alice had taken advantage of the college program they offered, but it was still nice to know you could without having to worry about money.
"SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN THE WAY A FOREST FIRE WAS BEAUTIFUL; SOMETHING TO BE ADMIRED FROM A DISTANCE."
❝
Smiling, Alice shook her head. "I think smoking is the only vice I've tried that I didn't like." She offered a shrug at that. She didn't have anything against people smoking, but she'd never grown a taste for it herself. Besides, with her job she needed to remain in perfect shape and filling your lungs with black goo wouldn't help with that.
"Hey Gwin," she said, trying the name out for good measure. "I'm Alice."
Alice was glad the other girl had taken a turn; Alice loved meeting new people and seemed like such a waste when she wasn't able to at the very least talk to them. "You a part of the academy?" she asked.
"SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN THE WAY A FOREST FIRE WAS BEAUTIFUL; SOMETHING TO BE ADMIRED FROM A DISTANCE."
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Alice had never been one to care much about the kind of people who spouted sourness wherever they threaded. Sure, she didn't mind antisocial people, but this girl didn't exactly give her the vibe that she wanted her to stay around.
"Well," Alice drawled, "Aren't you quite the ray of sunshine." Perhaps Alice would have gotten further in life and had way less enemies if she'd been the type to care enough to break through people's walls. Sadly, she wasn't.
Either the girl wanted to talk, or she didn't.
"Aight, I'll leave you alone to your misery, then," she added as she shrugged.
"SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN THE WAY A FOREST FIRE WAS BEAUTIFUL; SOMETHING TO BE ADMIRED FROM A DISTANCE."
❝
Alice rarely ever planned her direction ahead of time. She was filled with wanderlust and restlessness and had never really enjoyed sitting still for long. Which was probably why she found herself walking aimlessly through Stagfort's downtown area; she had a little time to kill before her shift started;
surely, sitting still at home wasn't the best way to kill the time and she couldn't exactly go out drinking, either. With the cold weather usually followed lack of people wandering the streets.
Which was probably why the sight of someone sitting leaned against a tree struck her as curious; the girl didn't even wear a jacket. Perhaps the girl was one of those mutants who didn't have to worry about the cold weather.
Never the shy one, Alice stepped closer. "Yo," she called out. "It's way too pretty out here for you to look so down."
POWER: Telekinesis. Alice's ability makes her able to lift anything she could physically lift, just with her mind instead. The stronger she is mentally, the further she's able to push the boundary of weight, though, always to a certain limit.
Telekinesis is a mental ability that relies on mental strength and willpower. The two always go hand in hand.
When her ability comes in contact with someone's skin, they'll feel a tingling sensation across whatever body part she's mentally touching. Alice's ability is at its best when she's calm and collected, but at its strongest and most unstable when she's feeling emotional, as the power often acts from her subconsciousness.
Alice can use her ability to keep objects or beings from moving, lift objects or beings in the air, touch, push or push objects away or towards her, like for example, yanking a book off a shelf or sliding a cup across a table.
LIMITATIONS:
Can only lift objects she can physically (and mentally) lift. She wouldn't be able to lift anything as heavy as a car, but lifting chairs and throwing them around is something she'd be able to do with ease.
Psychic strength may be proportional to user's capacity, meaning an opponent with physical strength stronger than the user's mental strength may break free, or even be immune to the ability altogether.
She can only use her ability on objects or people within viewing distance. The further away, the more she'd have to concentrate.
The more she uses her power and the more she pushes the natural boundaries, the quicker her energy will be drained.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
Headaches that can turn into migraines if pushed, that could potentially lead to nose bleeds, nausea and worst case scenario; brain bleeds.
Restlessness along with drained energy. This can sometimes lead to insomnia or needing several hours of sleep. It's a double-edged sword, really.
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
"I've been a liar, been a thief,
been a lover, been a cheat."
She sat with her legs crossed, eyes slanted slightly as her lips curved softly. "I was thirteen when I first manifested," she said, head tilting. "I was then dragged to god-know-where Montana." She offered a simple shrug at that before her eyes dropped to the photograph being handed at her. She smiled. "I used to date him," she said, pointing at a male student in the picture. "And him," she continued, pointing at another male. "And her." "All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me."
"No, really," she said, annoyed. "Being a feminist does not make me a lesbian - or a man-hater." She had to resist rolling her eyes. It amused her how some people decided how certain things worked and clung to it almost desperately.
"Well, little one, I don't want to admit to something,
if all it's gonna cause is pain."
"You know," she drawled, "Being a telekinetic isn't only useful for fetching the remote." This time she didn't try to stop the chuckle. What was the point, anyway? "Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain, so let the river run."
"Well." She dragged the word out, as if in deep thought. "I'm not a stripper," she added quickly, flipping her hand to the side. "People doesn't seem to realize that burlesque and stripping aren't the same thing." She didn't mind, of course. Whatever paid her bills. "But yes," she grinned shamelessly, "I do house calls."
"Darkness comes beneath the dying stars,
with all the blood and scars."
"Mmm." She shrugged effortlessly. "It's not that I don't want a relationship, I just don't need it." She furrowed her brows, unsure. "I don't see the point in tying yourself down to just one person, I mean, not everyone wants that house with a white picket fence, you know?"
"My mouth will hunt you,
with fear, I appear."
"I graduated at eighteen like the rest of my peers, and then I wasn't ready for college." In truth, it wasn't as if the idea hadn't crossed her mind, but it wasn't in her cards at the time. "So I decided to do something else. Something just for me."
"Nothing will stop me,
you crave the creature in me."
"Yes," she nodded, agreeing. "I do love my life and yes, I do love the way it turned out." She leaned forward - more for comfort than anything else. Her butt was starting to grow numb. "I'm lucky enough to say that I get to do something I love. How many people do you know who gets to say that?"
"Shattered, I will capture you, so run."
Pushing her short hair away from her face, she puckered her lips slightly. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to stop the chuckle from pressing past her lips, but failed. "I wouldn't use the term whore. It's demeaning."
♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Still Queen Mel. AGE GROUP: Twenty-five. EXPERIENCE: Don't ask me that. WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I was born here.
