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Okay, I know there's already a bunch in Inkwell right now, but I needed something new. The other ones are not moving or are too developed for me.
Here's my character: Nathaniel
Age: 13
Appearance: Normal looking by regualr standards, with plain brown hair and a gaunt look on his face.
Nathaniel was filled with a fiery rage. Why was it always HIM they decided was nothing special? He would show them! Nathaniel walked away from the building, not believing he had been rejected. It's not like EVERYONE can turn invisible! He filled out about fifteen applications, did one thousand pushups for them, and turn invisble. He couldn't believe they wouldn't let him into superhero school. Just because he couldn't fly.
Nathaniel didn't want to feel the rejection. He was not normal. He did not fit in with normal people. The truth that the people at Shane's Academy, also known as Superpoweed School, were telling him was that he didn't fit in with them either. He didn't fit in anywhere. He felt himslef unwittingly turn invisible and stalk down the road.
Don't feel afraid to use someone else's character or add something that doesn't really have anything to do with the plot!
submitted by Theo W., age 12, Dark,Dreadful Places
(January 19, 2013 - 11:23 am)
(January 19, 2013 - 11:23 am)
"So, Kira, are ready for the exams tomorrow?" Charlotte asked while sipping on a mug of apple cider. "No, not really. I asked Catherine for some help, but she refused. Would you be able to help me?" Kira said. "Sure, I think I'm ready," Charlotte said.
Kira and Charlotte were just about to begin, when the alarm rang. Both girls dropped everything and rushed out the door. In the midst of the chaos, Kira tripped on her shoelace and was about to get trampled. "Kira!", Charlotte shouted. She quickly sprouted her wings and grabbed Kira by the arms to fly her to a safe place.
When they landed, Charlotte noticed Strom trying to get back into the building. "Storm", she shouted, "What are you doing?" "I. Need. To. Find. Catherine." he panted. "Where is she?" Charlotte asked. "Third. Floor. Bathroom." Strom answered. "Alright, you stay here. I'll get her", Charlotte said. "But..." Storm began, but it was too late; Charlotte was already in the air.
Charlotte flew to the third floor window of the girls bathroom where Catherine was frantically waving. "Help, help!", she screamed. "It's fine, I'm here", Charlotte said, "Here". Charlotte extended her arms and Catherine jumped in.
When they landed next to Storm and Kira, the principal was counting the number of students. "We are missing two students! Kira, can you fly in the school and find them! Hurry!" the principal said. "Sure", Charlotte replied and flew off. Storm stared at her; his heart jealous and angry.
(January 23, 2013 - 10:02 am)
Storm isn't really jealous of Charlotte, per se, he just is hidng his own power. He dislikes Charlotte, yes, but not for any particular reason.
(January 24, 2013 - 11:39 pm)
OK!
(January 26, 2013 - 12:49 pm)
"Nathaniel, honye? Is everything okay?" his mother asked him ask he pushed his food around on his plate.
"I hope it's not the food," said his dad.
"Are you sure your alright, Nathaniel? You look alittle pale."
"It's not the food it is--?
"Dad," Nathaniel looked up, "It's not the food." His father, the super-human chef, looked realived.
"It's just..." Nthaniel began.
"What?"
"I made a deal with Shane's Academy that if I could prove that what I saw was real, they let me in. It's not going to be easy, and they'll vote on it in a weekm" he blurted. His parents, frankly, looked quite astonded.
"Nathaniel!" his father cried. "You barely know what your talking about! Why did you make this deal?"
"It was the last chance I would get. I had to take it or leave it," he whispered, and the dinner table fell silent.
"Alright," said his mother quietly. "I'll drop you off at Shane's in the morning.
"Thanks," said Nathaniel, very brifly looking up, and then looking back at his food.
"But what is it you saw anyways?"
"A person. And they could see me."
(January 23, 2013 - 5:36 pm)
I shall attempt to write this with my excellent knowledge of girl's bathrooms.
I breezed past Kira, this obnoxious girl who kept on bothering me. I didn't even know her power. Lunch was nearly over, so if I was going to use the bathroom, I'd have to go now. I was in said bathroom whne the alarm went off. I panicked, like any normal kid and then snapped in to action. The best time to escape is during chaos. Unfortunatly, I had no way to get out. Literally. This was Storm's level of expertise, not mine.
While I finished up my business, I thought about Storm. The teachers really don't like him. He's smart and doesn't misbehave, but he has an odd attitude. I guess that's what comes of being a dragon. For the most part, I didn't really associate with Storm. The teachers liked me a fair bit, and so did most of the students, so the occasional time spent with Storm is really the only blemish on my record.
Jut then, Charlotte appeared in the window of the bathroom. "It's fine, I'm here," and opened her arms. I grabbed hold of her and she flew me out the window and to the ground. I was safe, but the escape was ruined.
(January 23, 2013 - 11:55 pm)
Nathaniel didn't sleep well that night. Once he did fall asleep, the only dreams he had were nightmares. In one, Dr. Moddington grew fang and chased Nathaniel in a world where he couldn't use his power that wouldn't have help him anyways. The dream (nightmare) quickly swithched to one where he was at Shane's Academy and everyone was booing at him and telling him he was lying, although he could see the shadowy figure at the back of the crowd, and unlike before he could tell she was a girl. He still could not see their face, hidin within the crowds of booing peers. They all grew fangs and chased him away.In his third dream his father was kneading bread that could turn invisible. "We sucked all your powers out," he explained, "since they're pointless anyways." His father evilly cackled, grew fangs, and chased Nathaniel down a never-ending staircase to the the first floor of their aparetment, but there was no ground level, and he continued to run, being chased by the third person (or group of people) that night with fangs.
His finnal nightmare was easily the worst. People were laughing at him. They knew his secret. "Come and get us!" they taunted, holding a rope three inches above his head. No. No. He tried. He continued to try, but he only ever got one inch closer. "Little boy who can't jump", they taunted him, and lowered the rope, but it was still too high. "I CAN JUMP!" He yelled at them, but they just laughed. Of course, the shadowy figure was standing in the backround, laughing along with them.
Nathaniel, quite obviously, woke up dreanched in sweat. It was four in the morning. Nathaniel tried to fall back asleep but he couldn't. So much for a good nights sleep.
(January 24, 2013 - 6:31 pm)
Brooke had been standing in the shadows of a nearby window, watching Shane's Academy. She'd seen the boy, she called yesterday, Nathaniel, walking toward Shane's, then turn invisible, well, at least to everyone else. Shortly after, an alarm went off, kids panicked. Brooke kept diligently watching, hardly blinking. A little while later, Nathaniel came out of the school with some official women who's hair was blue. They spoke a moment, then he left. She decided to follow him. She had an eery feeling this might have something to do with her, and their encounter the day before. She slipped deeper into the shadows for a moment, an changed. Out of the shadows a dog, black and shaggy, loping along the street, in the direction Nathaniel had gone. She watched him enter an apartment building. She sat and watched. He didn't reappear. She headed home, or what was home to her. It was a shed. A small, semi insolated shed, at the back of a bakery. It had a bed, a small dresser for her small amount of clothing. And a night stand. She'd worked out an agreement with the owner of the bakery, who wasn't very well of herself, but had pitty on Brooke, allowed her to stay there, with two meals a day, if she helped in the store. Brooke, having never known her parents, quickly agreed. As she helped in the store that evening, she thought of Nathaniel. What had he worked out with that women? Would it involve her? If so, would the state learn she was living here, and force her to go to an orphanage? Brooke shuddered. No, she'd run before that happened. But with that determination, she decided to talk to Nathaniel face to face. She rose early the next morning, and waited outside Nathaniel's apartment building. Finally, he walked out, heading toward Shane's. She silently walked up behind him. "Hey you."
(January 25, 2013 - 9:05 pm)
"Hey you." Nathaniel flinched and turned on his heal. He found himself face to face with a electric-blue eyed girl with dark purple hair and a look of suspicion on her face.
"Wh-what? You're the shadowy figure!" She raised an eyebrow.
"What do you know about me?" she asked, and her hair became a red-tinted purple, almost a magnta.
"Nothing!" insisted Nathaniel. "That's the whole reason I'm in this mess!"
"You think I'm a threat," she said, her eyes narrowing and the red tint fading out of her hair.
"No--well, yes, actually, I was on my way to prove that point." Nathaniel didn't know why, but he felt it was okay to converse with an absolute stranger.
"I'm not a threat," she said. "Not to you, and not to anyone, esspecially your friends at Shane's."
She had obviously been aiming at a sore spot. "They're not my friends!" he said hotly.
"Then who are they?" asked the mysterious girl with the color-changing hair and the knowledge of his name.
"They're my last hope," said Nathaniel. "And they weren't even that before you yelled at me!" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I thought we were in danger. They, I mean you, could see me. But no. If it's not actually what happened, then what will happen...?" He felt a sudden urge to confine his secret with this girl whose name he didn't even know. "They needed more students who can fly, I can barely jump. . ."
"Hmm," she said in thought. She didn't show much pity for him, and Nathaniel knew it was because he had made a very big mistake.
The girl turned to walk away, and Nathaniel asked, "Who are you?"
"Just another reject," she said, and she walked down the street, not even looking back, her hair now the color of a navy midnight.
Nathaniel knew he had made a very big mistake.
(January 28, 2013 - 7:42 pm)
Oh darn it! I just submitted my rough draft with all of the spelliing errors! I think it's getting late. . .
Spam-guy says exdv. That's a spelling error, for sure.
Send a reply here, Theo, if you want me to take it down.
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(January 28, 2013 - 7:47 pm)
Brooke thought as she worked. Great, so aside from being a loner on the streets who worked at the bakery and couldn't get into Shane's, she was now considered a threat. Just great. Her hair was still midnight black, but now with red streaks. It conveyed her annoyance, and maybe hurt too. So he wanted to get into Shane's? Really, who wanted to, if their going to just reject people, just because they don't have what they consider worthwhile. Seriously. But then, a secret part understood. She'd acted indifferent when they turned her away, but it was really still an open wound that would probably scar. It had hurt her. Sympathy began to take over. If he couldn't prove someone had seen him, he'd be turned away, laughed at. Brooke sighed. She knew she couldn't let that happen. As soon as her shift was over, she hurried over to Shane's. Now the problem was, how to find Nathaniel. He could be anywhere, and the school was huge. Plus, if she came in now, the alarms would go off again. What to do...
(January 29, 2013 - 10:53 am)
Nathaniel was hustled into Shane's Academy with the crowd, just like any other student. He got some particular looks in the hallway from a few students who'd seen what had happened yesterday or just didn't recognize him. Nathaniel checked his schedule which stated his first class to be Home Ed, also know as Capes and Tights. This was going to be a long day. . .
Dr. Moddington and Nathaniel had discussed this yesterday. Yes, he was trying to persuade the other students (though Nathaniel wasn't even sure of THAT anymore), but Dr. Mods didn't want Nathaniel distrusting what she called "valuable class time." Nathaniel reluctanly agreed.
A boy in the hall grabbed Nathaniel's arm, bringing him back to the present. "You're looking for Home Ed, more commonly know as Capes and Tights in room 123, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Nathaniel. How come everyone know's every little thing about me?
"Oh it's just what I do," said the boy, as though he could read Nathaniel's mind. "The name's John, by the way. Are you new here?" Yes--I mean no. . . "Um... ," Nathaniel began. "Okay that's great." John was either a mind reader or just a really rude and semi spoiled super-kid, Nathaniel decided. "Both, actually," John commented.
"Are you going to Home Ed?"
"Yeah. Just follow me, new kid--wait you're not a new kid. But you ARE a new kid. 'No!' you claim. 'I'm not a new kid.'" John went on with this, giving Nathaniel not only a guide to Capes and Tights, but a headache.
(January 29, 2013 - 6:28 pm)
Brooke continued to watch the school several more minutes, inwardly debating what to do. She could just give this whole shenanegin up. A big part of her wanted to do just that. But despite her outward appearence, she had a very tender little heart. She sighed. She finally came to what seemed the most logical. Backing up into the shadows of a nearby building, she turned herself into a hummingbird. Flying up to Shane's, she began looking into windows. She didn't dare land on any ledges, for fear the could somehow tell she wasn't really a hummingbird, and set off the alarms. Window after window she looked in, seeing some pretty bizarre things. Finally, she came to a classroom that looked pretty average. A bunch of kids sitting at desks, and a blackboard with Capes and Tights written on it in some sort of 3D holographic chalk. Nathaniel sat at a desk near the window, with someone next to him going on about how he was and wasn't a new student. She could tell Nathaniel wasn't paying him much heed. Brooke hovered a moment, then decided to take a risk. She hovered closer, and rapidly tapped the glass with her beak. At first he didn't notice, but she continued until finally he looked over. At first he looked annoyed, then suspicion took over and his eyes got large...
Seriously love this thread!
(January 29, 2013 - 10:39 pm)
Nathaniel had at least learned one thing at Shane's Academy: How to be an expert ignorer. John continues to blab, and Nathaniel continued to not listen, trying to process his thoughs, which he now knew weren't even private. Finally, John said, "Here we are!"
"Huh?"
"We're here, Mr. I'm a new kid, no I'm not! Home Ed? Capes and Tights?"
"Oh, right," said Nathaniel, as they entered the classroom. "CAPES AND TIGHTS" was written in big letters, with the subtitle text, "Lesson 13."
"Yep," said John. "That's what you get for joining in the middle of the semester."
Nathaniel ignored this comment and took the seat neared to the window. "Bad choice," commented John. "That's where Storm usually sits. Though technically, since we have no assigned seats, you're allowed to sit there. The real question is if Storm will let you sit there," John said mysteriously. Nathaniel continued to ignore him as John went back to the subject of Nathaniel being new but not being new, seemingly his new favorite thing to talk about.
Nathaniel sighed, put his head on the desk, and waited for class to start, hoping this "Storm" character wasn't too ful of vengeance. Tappity-tappity-tappity-tap-tap. Nathaniel looked up, annoyed. What was that? Tappity-tappity-tappity-tap-tap. Arrgh! It was a close second annoying thing today, the top being John. He looked over at the window. It was just a crazy hummingbird. Tappity-tappity-tappity-tap-tap. An annoying crazy hummingbird. Unless. . . Nathaniel was filled with a moment of suspicion, and his eyes grew wide, theorizing all of the possiblities. Was it that girl from this morning. . . she could have animal powers! It made sense. Nathaniel knew that when he was invisible, it only worked on (Most) humans. To fool a different animal, you needed a different strategy. . .
"Get out of my seat," snapped a boy with short black hair whom Nathaniel supposed to be Storm. John's smirk told him he was correct.
"Why? Can't you just sit somewhere else?" Nathaniel asked, not ready to give up the seat with his newfound knowledge (or guess) of the hummingbird.
"it's not what I can do, it's what I will do, newbie."
"And why won't you?" Nathaniel demanded.
"Because that's where I sit," Storm shot back, but he obviously had multiple reasons.
Nathaniel glanced back out the window, one last time. The hummingbird was flying down, coming back up and flying back down. Nathaniel took that someone--or some THING--wanted to see him outside.
"Fine, have your seat," said Nathaniel, and Storm seemed suprised Nathaniel gave up so easily. Nathaniel moved his stuff to a seat in the back.
A man walked in, who obviously taught Capes and Tights. "Sir," asked Nathaniel quickly, "can I go to the bathroom before class?" Class was going to start in two minutes.
"Be quick about it."
Nathaniel took off running, trying to get outside and back in less than two minutes, navigating his way through the labyrinth called Shane's Academy.
(January 30, 2013 - 6:35 pm)
Brooke, seeing Nathaniel's startled face, then seeing him leave the room, flew around to the front. She saw him run out and look around. She flew up in front of him then ducked down an alley. By the time he got there, she had reverted back to human form. Her hair was bright pink from excitement. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here," he puffed out, leaning on his knees, while trying to catch his breath. "I, I," Brooke stuttered, prepared up until now. "I didn't want you to get into trouble just because of me," she finally managed out. "I mean, I know what it's like to be rejected from Shane's, and I know what it's like to still really want to be admitted." Nathaniel stared at her a moment. She couldn't decide if it was from shock or just still being out of breath. "And part of the reason," she continued, though she'd never told anyone this, "is because I didn't show them my full power." Now shock definitely registered in his face. "It's because," she added quickly, "because I didn't, and still don't, fully trust them, yet I want to go here. I know that doesn't make any sense, but, I still don't trust the people here. Maybe it's the guarded animal part of me, maybe it's instinct, or maybe it's nothing, but still..." She stared off into space. "So," she suddenly started, "how are we going to prove to them? Do I just, walk in there with you and show them?"
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(January 31, 2013 - 2:16 pm)
"It's not that simple," panted Nathaniel, glancing up at the classroom windows. "Listen, I have to get back there. I said I was going to the bathroom."
"Great diversion," said the girl dryly.
"Listen, can you meet me here in one and a half hours? That's lunch break. I barely know who you are, but it's obvious you're here to help." She opened her mouth to say something. "Don't even mention your name to me. There's mind readers in there."
"I was going to say why can't I just come in?"
"They won't understand... people suppose things. You don't happen to be able to turn invisible too?"
"No," was the quick reply, drenched in its obviousness.
"They'll wonder who you are."
"I understand what you're getting at, but do I really have to wait for one and a half hours?" It did seem like a long time.
"Strategize what we can do," said Nathaniel. "Oh gosh, I am so dead." He rushed into the building, leaving the girl, who remanied nameless, standing in the ally, her hands on her hips.
(January 31, 2013 - 8:19 pm)