Also if you want to use a spell, just make something up. 

Marshall~

That night after I had left the greenhouse and filled up on way too much chow mein, I sat down in my bedroom and pulled out a book I'd gotten for my birthday three months prior. It was called the Encyclopedia of Flora, and had information on at least 500 different plants. It was still fairly light outside. I was in the process of reading about dionaea muscipula when I heard a yowling sound from outside. Oh no. I quickly slipped on a pair of shoes, then rushed down the stairs of my apartment building.

"Cream puff!" I groaned. "Why can't you just share?"

Cream puff was a dirty, light orange tomcat with patches of fur missing in various places. He arched his back and hissed at me, while another stray, Zeus, lay on the ground in defeat. I always left out a bowl of cat food for them all, but lately, Cream puff was being more and more aggressive. I approached him slowly. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

Zeus scampered away. Cream puff warily made his way toward me. He looked really fat, which was strange- where would he be getting so much to eat? Wait a minute... could... Cream puff be having kittens?

I'd always thought of him... her as a boy, but I guess I'd never really checked. "Wow!" I said out loud. "That's awesome, Creamy!"

Just as I was about to attempt to pet her, a very loud sound filled the air. Tornado sirens. "What is going on?" I said. 

Sal~

The words from the lecture still rang in my head. "if it gets too out of hand, it can be nearly impossible for those who don't posses magic to halt it. " I definitely knew about that. After the lecture, my day spiralled. I knocked over a can of enchanted earthworms in science (that ended up crawling all over a poor kid who I forgot the name of), nearly got a concussion in P.E. (playing  basketball with speed witches. unfair.) and lost my hoodie. Hopefully I'd find it the next day. As I walked home from school, I felt my eyes beginning to droop. Hot, windless days are the worst for me.

It took some effort, but I finally called enough wind to get me up in the air. One good thing about being a wind witch- you don't have to worry about traffic. I made my way to the north side of Chicago. When I got home, I collapsed on my bed.

I must've fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes, the sky was beginning to darken, and I could feel a brisk wind coming through my open window. Thank goodness. I could hear my dad and sisters bustling about in the kitchen, and my mom shouting as she watched the White Sox game on TV. I rolled over and changed out of my school uniform. "I'm going out!" I called as I opened the door to the fire escape. 

We had a few herbs growing out there, and I stopped for a moment to smell them. Mmm. I look out over Chicago, then decided I needed some fresh air. I summoned a little air, and hopped down to the street below.

I tried to call wind to let me fly. Something was wrong. I twirled my second and third finger like I always do, and nothing happened. "Come on!" I yelled. The bad part about being a wind witch is how unpredictable the winds can be.

All of a sudden, the sky got dark. Directly above me was a giant, dark, funnel cloud. 

Kia~

"Just. . . one. . . more. . . minute?" I groan, then realize that it's the first day of school, which probably means that I should try not to arrive to class late. I hop out of bed, still sleepy-eyed, but manage to find a set of my uniforms (they all disappeared mysteriously during the summer) before literally running out of the front door. I usually get to school via subway, since my mom's always up and out way before me to teach her classes at the university.

~~~~

I'm a bit confused as to where the plotline's going. . .  

@Quill and @Random Person: Can I put Selene and Sadie in here? If not, that's ok. We can just ignore them in my post. 

Charly~

I race into the art class, messenger bag flying. I can feel my hair excaping its confining yellow bandana, but I don't really care. The class has already started and I can feel everyone's eyes on me.

"Um, hi. I'm here," I say, a bit shyly. Then respectfully to the teacher, "I'm sorry I'm late, Ms. Tasha." She's someone I've seen before and talked to, but don't know very well yet. She nods, her dark, green tipped ringlets bouncing, then continues speaking.

"So, like I said, this clay class will mostly focus on wheel throwing, but we will practice hand building if you lot want. Anyone with some sort of clay related magic? Earth? Natural materials?"

A few hands are raised, including Ms. Tasha's. It's a small class and I know a few people from UCML. The others are non-witches I assume, as I can't really see a Kast coming to a Uvete sponsered art class. Ms. Tasha talks for a while longer, then hands us each a mound of clay. I start kneeding it, working out the air bubbles so that I can use it on the wheel. The nervous silence thaws as the steady thud, thud, thud of clay hitting canvas covered tables grows throughout the room. Soon, everyone is chattering about what they want to make, about their powers, and what they want to do one day, when a girl named Selene calls, "Whoa! Look outside!" Wind is tearing around the building, tree branches waving wildly. I spot a rainbow LGBT pride flag at a right angle to its flagpole and point it out.

"That means that the wind's more than 20 miles per hour," I remark. "Some random old guy at my cousin's baseball game told me that." There are a few chuckles, which turn to shrieks as lightning brightens the sky. A couple seconds later, thunder shakes the studio. Some panicky person grabs my arm. 

"Don't worry," I soothe. It's Sadie, another plant witch. I put my hand on her shoulder, "We're going to be-" The lights blink out. There are more screams, including my own.

"Nobody move!" Ms. Tasha's voice comes out of the darkness, "I'm going to find a flashlight, then we'll go to the basement, with the emergency lights. Everyone just stay calm. I'll be right back." As her footsteps tap away an eerie wailing sound starts, first slightly muffled from the Kast side of the lake, then louder as the Uvete alarms join in. The cry, "Tornado! Tornado sirens!" clamors through the room. There's a scrape of a chair as someone gets to their feet, then a crash. "Shoot! What was that?" 

"What part of stay calm do you not understand?" Ms. Tasha is back. With a click, her flashlight illuminates the broken jar on the floor. She sighs, "Don't worry, we'll clean that up later. Everyone, get your bags and follow me. Preferably without breaking anything else." We obey, and are soon in a dimly lit basement with four or five other art classes. After the teachers take roll, I grab my phone and call Marsh. I want to make sure he made it home ok. Him and all his street cats.

~Jack

Oh shoot.  Tornado sirens.  I sprint down the sidewalk, wind whipping at my jeans and t-shirt as I turn the corner.  Luckily, I don't live too far away from Imagine.  

I see my sister, Vienne, getting out of her blue SUV and shout at her, "VEE!  THERE'S A TORNADO WARNING!  WE NEED TO GET INSIDE!"  But she can't hear me.  The wind steals the words right out of my mouth.  

And she didn't need me to tell her.  She springs up and dashed up the front steps, flinging open the door.  She turns to me.  "Jack!" I can barely hear her yell.   

I continue to race to the door, stumbling to a stop in front of the house.  I run up the steps where Vienne is waiting.  She slams the door shut as I run in.  

"Do you have ANY idea what's happening out there?" I gasp. 

This is Jack's sister, Vienne:

Name: Vienne Lewis

Age (please under 25): 18

Gender: F

Clan: Uvete

Power or specialty: Weapons magic (same as Jack)

Strengths (including non-magic talents, if any): art/art history, creativity, jokes

Flaws: absent-minded (except in the event of an emergencies), overprotective of Jack, can be a LITTLE too trusting

Appearance: long blonde hair that's usually in a ponytail, green eyes, straight teeth, small nose, tall, skinny

Other: Jack's main caretaker.

Alana~

Shoving my books in my backpack, I quickly escape math class. Before going to the next class, I head towards the bathroom, shutting out the loudness of the school as I close the door. I walk over to the sink, about to do something I know is stupid. I put the stopper in the sink and turn it on. The water rushes out, cold and clear. Glancing around to make sure no one's watching, slowly, slowly, I cause the water to float up into the air, in a little blob. I grin ear-to-ear. I watch the water blob float all around the bathroom, so engrossed in what I'm doing that I don't hear the door to the bathrom open.

"Alana, is it? Or should I say Kast?" The girl behind me sneers. I whip around, causing the water to fall onto the floor, splashing both of us. I recognize her as one of the girls that sits at the 'cool' table, but I don't know her name. 

"Um," I all I manage to get out before she starts again.

"One of the biggest troublemakers in school has powers. I should've guessed." She looks me up and down, as if sizing me up. "What? Can't think of anything clever to say? Any sarcastic remarks? No?"

My brain goes into overdrive. What if she tells people about my powers? That I'm Kast? I've never told anyone about my powers, for fear that they'd shun me. Now that could actually happen. A loud siren interrupts my thoughts. "Tornado sirens," I mutter.

"Don't think this is over, Kast." She shoots me one last withering look before exiting.

~~

This is so terrible, I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of writer's block right now. I just had to force words on to the page and this is what came out.  

So, my charrie Sal (being inexperienced and not in control of her powers) accidentally creates a tornado. I'm hoping this will keep the RP from dying, adding action and such, and if the tornado destroys any Uvete buildings that would create even more tension. Also, charries would need to get below ground or at ground level, which may give them opportunities to meet if they share an apartment building or something...

~Imagine~

I closed the door. Ugh, homework. I flipped through what Jack brought me, and my heart sank. Most of it was math.

Suddenly, I dropped the papers and slapped my hands over my ears. Tornado sirens!

“JACK!” I shoved the door open and screamed to him. “Jack, it's too far! Come in my basement!”

Jack’s an introvert. He's shy, and socially awkward. Fear is in his eyes, both from the tornado and the prospect of going in my house.

“You won't make it home!”

My parents and sister were grabbing food at random, my sister in a panic.

“Hermana!” she called to me. “Sister, I’m scared!”

“Your friend can stay in our basement until it's over,” said my dad, much calmer than my little sister. Without waiting, I yanked Jack in.

The basement was dark. It was cold, and it was uncomfortable.

“What's your name?” Mama asked Jack.

“Jack,” he whispered, not looking her in the eye.

“It was very nice of you to being her homework.”

“Yeah, um . . .”

“Mama! There's a tornado outside and you're talking about homework!” My sister, Cinnamon, burst out.

“Sorry, Cindy, but it's only polite to say thank you.”

The storm seems to last hours. My dad is staring at the iPad, waiting for the news to say that it's over.

Eventually, Jack speaks again. “Were you alright? I mean, you weren't at school today.” He seems to regret his words as soon as they come out of his mouth.

“I was fine,” I reply.

“Oh, okay. Good.”

I’ve always thought Jack was kind of cold, but he seems really . . . kind.

Am I developing a crush on him?

~Jack

I feel very awkward.  And I hope Vienne is alright.  

I dig my phone out of my pocket and dial her number, and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?  Jack, are you there?"  Her voice sounds panicked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.  Are you?"  I say.

"Yeah, I'm worried about you!  Where are you?  Didn't school get out already?" She asks, still sounding worried.

"I'm at . . ." I stop, and glance at Imagine.  " . . .  A friend's house." 

I just read through this, and it's really interesting! Would it be possible for me to create a charrie that moves here or something? If not, that's okay.

I've been homeschooled most of my life, and don't know what schools do in the event of a tornado. How does that work so I can put it in my post? 

If there's a tornado warning, an alarm would sound (or PA announce it) and everyone would go to a predesinated safe place, likely the hallways with no windows and sit down on the floor against the walls.

Admin

Sal~

I screamed in fright. Had I caused this? Tornado sirens filled this air, and the ferocious wind whipped my hair into my face and blew away my snapback hat. I sprinted into my apartment building. I almost ran straight into my parents while rushing up the stairs- my mom grabbed my shoulders and shouted, "Get to the ground floor!"

My eyes were wide in terror. "Mama, what is going on!"

Wind caused the doors to bang open and shut, sending loose papers flying all around the lobby. "This was going to happen sooner or later." She said. "Sal, it's hard to explain, and I don't have much time, but you're the most powerful wind witch Chicago has seen in a long time. And your have no control over your powers yet."

"I want to help!" I yelled over the loud sounds of the wind.

My mother stepped around me. "You've done enough. Just stay down and don't get hurt."

That stung. A piece of debris crashed through a window, shattering it into a million pieces. I could see my parents and every other wind witch getting out of their homes, trying to control the tornado that I had created. I felt horrible- what if someone were killed? What was going to happen to me?

It pained me to disobey my parents, but one thing was for certain. I could not just sit around and do nothing.  

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