Post by Justice Asher Lape on Jun 25, 2011 0:30:10 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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On the corner of main street
Just tryin' to keep it in line
You say you wanna move on and
You say I'm falling behind
Can you read my mind?
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to town.
what's your name?"
Justice Asher Lape. I know it’s a weird first name, but my parents are Quakers. All the kids have virtue names. I don’t have any real nicknames.
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and what grade you in?"
My birthday is September 15. I’m nineteen, and I’m a sophomore (going on junior) in college right now.
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
I don’t think about it very much. And I know that’s weird because I’m a teenager and a guy, but I don’t have time to think about it for myself; I get a lot of conflicting information about it as it is. I’m probably closer to straight than gay but I can’t really say right now.
"aaand.. whats your gift, that is if you have one?"
I have two. I’m a telepath, and I also have mind control.
"cool, cool. i guess that's neat. How do they work?"
My powers are purely mental, and they’re both exactly what they sound like when I say them, even if they can be a little scary.
As a telepath, I’m able to read minds and communicate by thoughts. Mostly it’s like “hearing thoughts” or “speaking mentally” instead of using my mouth, but if I probe a little more deeply, I can “see” secrets and memories and hopes and dreams and fears and desires. It’s easiest for me to read/hear “surface thoughts” which are what a person is thinking at the time, and it’s also harder to keep surface thoughts out than deeper thoughts which require more work. Sometimes because of the telepathy, I’ll just “know” something because I’ll get a strong impression but it might take me a while to realize it came from someone else. I’m working on that, I promise; I’ve already gotten better since coming to college.
I also have the ability to control minds and make people behave as I want them to behave. So far I can only do this with five people at a time if doing something simple, or two if doing something more complicated. It’s always easiest to work on one person at a time, because it involves actually “going in” and making their minds pliable to what I ask of them, making it seem like it’s their idea instead of mine, or that it's what they really want to/need to do. I don’t really like doing this very much, but sometimes if I get a little too excited...well, it wears off.
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
I’m about six feet and two inches tall.
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
I’m fairly thin. I guess I have a good metabolism, but I also don’t have much muscle mass. Not that I work out much anyway.
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
I go for casual and functional over stylish. In warm weather, I wear jeans and tee shirts. If it’s colder, I’ll wear a sweatshirt. I like shopping at thrift stores.
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
Nicholas Hoult
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
I’m sure that’s not true, but thanks.
replied i love you too ,
[/color][/font][/center]"just this part, and one more, and i'm off work. if you know what i mean."
I’ll try to finish up quickly so you can go.
"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
I like volunteering and community service, and I like activism. I also like comic books, folk music, meeting new people, and cloudy days when it doesn’t rain but there isn’t too much sun.
I don’t like prejudice, and people who invoke their God as a means ofhurting people (because my God is love) and I don’t like senseless violence or unnecessary fighting; it makes me uncomfortable. I’m also not a big fan of drugs and liquor, and I’m not too good at dance parties. Also, there’s something about feta cheese that I really don’t like.
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
I’m a lot more religious than people think I am; if I can’t go to meetings every week, I have silent service in my room for an hour. As for habits, well, I clean my glasses when I’m nervous even when they’re not dirty.
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
I’m very friendly, and I’m told that can be a little annoying. I’m also very liberal, and I genuinely like helping other people and making the world a better place. I know how that sounds, and a lot of people tell me I’ll get more cynical when I grow up, but I don’t want that to happen. I get a little intense about things I believe in. My powers also make me very in tune with what other people are thinking and as a result I sometimes get ahead of myself, and reply to things that haven’t been said. I’m working on it; I promise.
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
That’s good. I like making new friends.
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
I’m not a very good dancer.
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
I’m from Providence, Rhode Island, and I like my little city. Three of my grandparents are still alive, and I’m lucky to have them, luckier than a lot of people. My parents are Brighton and Abigail Lape, and as I said before, they’re Quakers. They’re involved in a lot of community activism outside of work. My mom works at healthcare clinic and my dad works at a non-profit that helps people get government services.
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
I’m the youngest of four kids. I have two older sisters, Hope and Liberty, and then an older brother Endeavor. We’re all very close. My parents have two cats, Pax and Sasha. We used to have a dog, Burt, but he died last year.
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
I don’t think that I have a very interesting past, but here it goes. My parents have been married for thirty years, and I’m the youngest of four children. I grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, and I loved living in New England; I can handle the storms and the summer weather is gorgeous. Because Rhode Island has always been the “quirky” state, I grew up around a lot of diversity, which my parents wanted for me. Not only was my family close-knit, but we also had a strong meeting house group. And as I got older, my siblings could always watch me if my parents had something to do.
Overall I liked school, even though there was some teasing about my name. After a project in first grade where we had to look up the meaning of our names, I started liking it better because it was noble and impressive and something to aspire to. I had some good friends in elementary school, and overall I enjoyed it. It’s nice to look back on when my biggest problem was getting chicken nuggets in the cafeteria and wondering about what I should be for Halloween.
Middle school was a little more complicated because of puberty and strange new feelings, and changing bodies. All right, so it was uncomfortable. I kept growing like a weed and suddenly I was taller than most of the other kids my age. Everyone in my family is pretty tall so it was to be expected but I didn’t like feeling to different from the other kids. My parents worked hard to make me appreciate my differences, and it worked for the most part; it’s still hard to tell a twelve-year-old that fitting in doesn’t matter. A lot of my female friends stopped hanging out with me and the other boys in middle school because they thought they weren’t supposed to. I thought it was silly but nobody listened to me. I worked hard in middle school and studied well and as a result did well in school. And since I was older, I got to do more of the activism that my family did, and I was happy to be included.
This is counterintuitive but high school was better than middle school. We had a progressive high school that did everything it could to undue bullying and teasing and also emphasized diversity and individuality. The school didn’t have an honors system exactly but I took all advanced classes and got along with a bunch of the other kids; the girls started hanging out with the boys eventually too, although everything was more complicated because of dating. I wasn’t that interested in dating.
Then everything exploded. When I was fifteen, I began hearing things that nobody else heard which made me worried that something was wrong, even though I tried to shrug it off. My grades also got better without having to study because I knew the answers in class, although homework still required the same amount of work. People also started to agree with me more when I went on protests or gave out pamphlets. After discussing it with my parents, the family realized I was Gifted, and I didn’t think much of it aside from wanting some peace and quiet when I had other things to do.
When I was still in high school, a law was passed about the Gifted being under protection. I still didn’t think too much of it and continued to focus on my work and my community. When it came time to apply to college, my parents and I decided that it was best to go to a place that would have a high population of other Gifted kids and could make accommodations for me. That’s how I ended up in Anthem Massachusetts.
After enrolling, I started taking political science classes because I thought that would allow me to do the most good. And as my powers began to expand, I started getting glimpses of things I didn’t like. There were rumors of attacks, stories about people called “hunters” who went after the Gifted, and a lot of people were scared. When I “heard” by accident about a group of students who wanted to do something about the situation, I couldn’t help but want to join. And that’s how I became part of the Veritas. There aren’t many of us, but we’re working on it.
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
I’ll just get out of your way.
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Jack
age. 24
rp experience. 10+ years
rules. Like a boss!
rp sample.Abel’s cautious tendencies were as well known through the Outsiders collective as his powers. Cautious Abel never wore jewelry, cautious Abel wore the most non-descript clothing possible when going out on missions, cautious Abel kept a supply of stage makeup to cover distinguishing marks on his face. Cautious Abel only used paper money in his personal life, and usually with the Outsiders unless when working with an authorized account. Cautious Abel didn’t use cellular phones except for the most banal of reasons or personal emergencies. Cautious Abel only drank in the privacy of his home or at the base, never in public. Cautious Abel ate two dozen vitamin pills each day to ensure his physical health.
Cautious Abel had a temper, which wasn’t as well known throughout the entire ranks of the Outsiders. He tried to keep it to himself, since losing his temper served no purpose and often led to him breaking things – usually small things that he could easily repair, but it was a waste of time and energy nonetheless. On a bad day, he couldn’t keep it to himself.
Today had been a bad day. He’d woken out of sorts, and the events of the morning – between bad news coming in from other contacts and memories threatening to overwhelm him – had only worsened his mood. Eventually, he’d retreated to one of the lower levels of their little hideout and had tried tinkering with one of the computers to calm his nerves.
That exercise had only been mildly successful, as he now sat in a pile of computer guts, idly turning them over with his powers rather than putting them back where they belonged.
but see im working it out ,
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