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Recovering slightly from the stabbing pain in her head, Clark stood. She looked towards the girl's voice. Clark's eyes squinted and she limped forward."What?"She took another small step, trying to see the face of the talking girl."What was that?"
"Rebel against what?"First her hair was cut off, then her own power backfired on her, and now there's some girl muttering cryptic messages. Clark could feel frustration welling up in her chest, choking her. Clark's fist balled up, her nails digging into her skin. She was obviously pissed at their current situation, and she wanted answers. Now.
He laughed softly. "Of course I'm okay," He looked around, seeing a thick wall of trees and foliage. By now the flaming plane had started to die down as the tide washed away the fire. Tyler didn't see anyone else alive. He stood up, wiping his eye, he said, "We need to see where we are. There could be people on the island."
Tyler peered into the what seemed like never-ending abyss of the forest. In the west, the sun began to set, painting the sky with an array of oranges, purples, and blues. It would have been quite beautiful had it not been that they just fell 20,000 feet out of the air.
[justify][align=center] [size=9pt]Rae looked up from her book that she'd been reading the past day (that was already 3/4 of the way finished). She sat in the window sill, wearing a baggy grey sweater with her light, platinum blonde hair tied up in a, what was supposed to be, bun. LaRae took out the old receipt she used as a bookmark on her page number and closed her book.As the two walked in, she didn't say anything, she almost seemed to blend into the background. Swinging her legs down to the ground, Rae watched curiously at the new girl. She seemed worn-down and tired, But hey, LaRae thought, that's life.
OOC; Sorry for the rather short post, I'm a bit hurried and I'm on my phone right now.[/size]
[size=9pt]Tyler could feel Gwen's resistance and fear. He turned to face her. "Hey," he started, "Don't worry. I'm not going to let anything hurt you, okay?" Tyler grabbed her hand reassuringly. His focus turned to the behemoth of trees then glanced back at Gwen before trekking cautiously closer. His soggy sneakers sank into the sand like weights, as if the island itself was telling him to turn back.
Letting out a shaky breath, he stepped into the trees. It looked as if they had just stepped into a different world, tall trees towered overhead and left scattered patterns from their shadows onto the forest floor. The hot, humid air clung to his skin and made his shirt seem 5 pounds heavier. Each step he took was careful and planned out.[/size]
[size=9pt]Tyler's head whipped around to the sound of dragging footsteps. To Tyler's surprise it was a person. Maybe it was another passenger? "H-hey," Tyler called out to the being, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" the being's head suddenly turned at an unnatural angle. As it's mouth opened, a horrid, dead sounding, airy groan escaped.
As if it was turned on by a switch, the being started growling, almost like a cat, and started to limp-run towards Gwen and Tyler. It's decaying hands reached for both of them as Tyler started to push Gwen to run. "Gwen.. Run. Go gogogogo," Tyler pushed on as he turned her and him away from the oncoming being. They ran past ferns and ducked beneath limbs, but the thing still followed, and at a close rate at that.[/size]
[img width=341 height=510]http://trendshaircut.com/wp-co…-tumblr-girl-tmccdmfz.jpg[/img] [size=24]☻ Getting to know the basics ☻ | Arabelle | Marie | Collins | Nickname: [size=8]"People sometimes call me Ari." Age [size=8]"I am 17." Gender [size=8]"Guy. Definitely." Height [size=8]"I'm 5'4. Shorty-McShort-short." Weight [size=8]"122, I think- Wait, why does it matter?" Hair color [size=8]"Must I answer?" Eye color [size=8]"They're blue, I think." [size=18] ♫ Let's dig a little deeper ♫ Personality [size=8]Arabelle almost always has her head in the clouds, either daydreaming or just imagining randoms little things. She's very soft-spoken, and tends to not talk unless talked to. She can easily be viewed as weird, because, well, she is! Ari always wants something she doesn't have, but isn't greedy about it. For example; if someone is taller, she'd want to be taller, if someone's collarbones are prominent, she'll obsess over her own for a while. It's just another little quirk of Arabelle that seems to always have been with her. Once people get to know her, she can be rather spunky and outgoing, but Ari is usually shy around strangers and acquaintances. She also likes to sing. History [size=8]When Arabelle was younger, her mother died in a car crash. Ever since then, her father has been very overly protective and keeps Arabelle close to home. Ari grew up basically by herself. She'd spend her free time drawing or swinging, or testing her father's boundaries, getting her into trouble frequently. One thing she never got to really do is make friends, so socializing and everything involved with that is pretty foreign to her, but she tries to not let it show. Appearence in words [size=8]Probably the most prominent feature of Arabelle is her strikingly red hair. Her lips nearly always match the hue of her hair, and stand out against her rather pale skin. Arabelle's hair falls down to her waist. Her eyes are a deep blue, and pop out against her hair. Pets [size=8]"I have a fish, if that counts." How would you be described as in school? [size=8]Quiet, zoned out most of the time How would you be described at home? [size=8]Basically the same as at school, except she's more out there, just in a subtlt way. Likes [size=8]○ Swimming ○ Singing ○ Birds ○ The Ocean Dislikes [size=8]○ Being told what to do ○ Rules ○ Boundaries ○ The cold Secrets [size=8]She can sing rather well. Strengths:(at least three) [size=8]○ Swimming ○ Weaknesses:(at least three) [size=8]Answer Here Fears(at least five) [size=8]Answer Here [font=arial black][size=18]❤ Your love life ❤ [font=andale mono]Crush [size=8]Answer Here BF/GF? [size=8]Answer Here Turn-ons [size=8]Answer Here Turn-offs [size=8]Answer Here Love experience [size=8]Answer Here Sexual Orientation [size=8]Answer Here [font=arial black][size=18]☂ The real you ☂ Your current username [size=8]Answer Here Past usernames [size=8]Answer Here Muse [size=8][color=maroon]Answer Here Activeness [size=8][color=maroon]Answer Here Other [size=8][color=maroon]Answer Here
[size=20pt] Clark ; Anne ; Osbourne [size=20pt][/size][/size]
"There's no such thing as fate." -- |
Don't Judge A Book By It's Covers
Any nicknames?
"Not really."
How old are you?
"16."
When were you born?
"March 9th. Anything else?"
Excuse me, my vision has gotten a little blurry for the moment. Can you describe how you look?
"You know, I know a great doctor that can help with that." Clark stands at a shorter 5'4, her legs taking up most of her body. Clark isn't the strongest out of the bunch, but she is fast. Her eyes are about the same shade of her hair, which falls down just beneath her shoulders.
Face Claim?;
Crystal Reed
Digging Deeper
What faction are you from?
"Dauntless. Woo."
Which faction did you choose to be in?
"Um. Dauntless."
Are you a faction leader, a faction member, or an initiate?
"I think that'd be pretty easy to tell, but a faction member."
Are you Divergent?
"No."
How do you act?
"Ask someone I know, they'd have a better answer for ya." Clark is street-smart - She knows how things work, how to fight her way out, and figure out situations fast. She is disciplined - Clark will almost never speak unless spoken to. SHe will follow all orders, but to an extent. Clark knows where her loyalties lay. Independent - Rather than working in a group, she'd prefer to work alone. Not for the "mysterious" factor of it, she just truly works better without having to worry about anyone else. Clark isn't afraid to speak her mind about something, rather it be an action then telling.
14 students are sent to a retreat up in the Rocky Mountains. They all have had their own battles, and some still suffer from them. While they're up there, they start to bond more and help each other. Of course, things don't always work out like a fairy tale. Will lying, cheating, gossiping, back-stabbing tear the Club apart?
"Even the Club has rules, ya know." IC Rules - ○ We don't judge someone based on their past ○ We don't talk about the past unless completely necessary ○ The Club is family
OOC Rules - ○ I won't have everyone make one of each gender if it's at least somewhat even ○ Don't make it all about you, it makes it boring for the others ○ I have the complete right to not accept your form ○ ABSOLUTELY no one-liners. Like seriously. ○ Ignore the last rule and put a funny gif in the 'password' spot ○ History is optional in the form ○ Don't take my form ○ Reserves last for 24 hours, after that your spot will be free again ○ Please respect each other :) take OOC arguments somewhere else. ○ Put 'Part of the Club' in the 'password' section of your form
