Lost & Found
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You're sitting in a circle of people, there's a boy with a nose piercing to your left and a girl with purple hair to your right, in front of you is a young man with a clipboard and around you are plenty of other people, some strange some not so strange. But there's you, and you're you, nothing can change that... right? You notice, rather quickly, that everyone's going around the circle and talking and you wonder if this is some sort of group therapy. After a while it's your turn and you stare blankly at the man with the clipboard for you've forgotten the prompt. From your left you hear the girl speak up in a monotone voice, she reminds you of what you're supposed to share, what others have already shared. As you think about what you'll say the man with the clipboard stares intently at you, awaiting your response. It takes a while but you open your mouth to speak, ready to share an embarrassing moment with a circle of strangers. As you start to explain the background of the incident you make a sudden realization...

It's not your memory.

Lost & Found
Background

There once was a lonely man, he rarely left the apartment and was always very sad. His neighbor would often try and get him out of the building for any reason at all, but he would never want to leave. Their conversations always ended with him explaining how burdened he was by his memories and a confused expression from her as he shut the door. But this woman wasn't just a normal every day single mom with two kids, she was also a practicing psychologist and was pretty sure she understood how the human mind worked. So whenever she rarely saw him she'd start a conversation, treating him like just another one of her patients. For a while it seemed like he was getting better, he was starting to open up to her and explain why he was sad and would actually help her bring her groceries in from the car.

About a month later the apartment caught fire, the psychologist was at work when it started and came home to find emergency responders pulling charred bodies and choking people out of the fire. Later she found both of her children, one wrapped in blankets and the other in the back of an ambulance. Her son didn't survive and her daughter grew reclusive and unresponsive to her and when she saw the news paper her neighbor's name was in the obituary column. From then on she actively searched for a way to make her daughter better quickly. She turned down hypnosis therapy for the girl and some other more interesting treatments, she didn't want a temporary solution, she wanted something permanent, a way to erase the young girl's memories and replace them with something else.

One afternoon she explained her plight to a coworker, a neurologist. He came up with a theory based on her idea and the two realized they'd stumbled on something that might not only be beneficial to her daughter but other people too. Together they wrote up a paper detailing a device and procedure that would allow for a person's memories to be rewritten. It would be a breakthrough but no one approved of it.

But while the paper was generally laughed at it sparked interest in a few people who read it and years after the woman and her daughter's deaths they got together and decided to make the idea into reality. They grabbed six people who were mostly unaware of what was in store and also had traumatic experiences in their past that made them inactive members of society. These six had their memories rewritten, the sad ones replaced with happy ones. Because of the scientists being unaware of each subject's social background, unimportant people in their past were sometimes rewritten to include the other subjects. By the time the procedure was done these subjects could barely be considered the same person, while they did have the same name and face their memories were completely different. These six subjects were sent out in the world were they were monitored from afar for a year, after that the group deemed it a success and wrote a follow-up paper.

Unfortunately, they didn't completely understand and some people, in the nearby community wound up receiving the discarded memories and now must struggle with them. After a the year past the subjects sent out to different communities wound up coming back to the first, for one reason or another. Since they're all in the same place they could very well meet and start to realize their individual memories overlap in odd places with other people, if that were to happen they would no doubt want their originals back. Right?

Lost & Found
Characters
Totals:: Subjects; 6/6 & Citizens; 2/6 & Others; 3/3

[ Subject One // Letita Pickter // kidalana ]

Name; Letita Pickter

Age; A newly turned sixteen, just aching to get that driver's license.

Appearance; There's always a smile on Letita's young face and it sure does brighten it as there are no doubts some bandages on her face and hands from a fight she's gotten into. Of course she'll claim; 'he/she started it' but who actually knows if she's right? Letita hovers just above average height and by wearing heeled shoes she's pushed up and over that barrier. However, her personality dictates for her to wear shoes with thick soles that will give her height rather then the sleek mature heels of an older girl. She has dark brown hair, neatly trimmed somewhere around waist length with a bit of shorter hair that she calls bangs, and soft blue eyes, which she'll be proud to inform you have never been black. When it comes to hair style she uses as many clips and hair ties it takes to get it neatly into two ponytails at the back of her head. Because she's a girl she dresses like one, opting to wear skirts instead of pants and cute blouses instead of the first shirt she finds, for that same reason she has her ears pierced though she is careful about her choices in jewelry. Letita's one of those 'younger then she looks' sort of girls and has a happy face with thick eyelashes and youthful features with some hints towards German and English ancestry. And here's a picture for the more visual person.

History, Original; Letita's family consisted of a mother, father and twin older brothers. Between the two brothers there was a never ending rivalry, they both felt they were the better twin and by them having such large personalities and high demands she never really interacted with her brothers or parents. At school she was teased, her brothers never stuck up for her and instead joined in on it, leading the girl to become a very shy and easily upset person. It soon became routine for her to miss lunch because someone took her money and the solution to that was to bring her own lunch but that always wound up destroyed. By the time she reached higher levels of education the teasing ended though, the novelty of having someone to constantly pick on having worn off. Because of this she was able to make a few close friends and went through school happily. But she was still the same girl, even if she now could eat lunch in peace. Her brothers grew up as well; each worked hard to get a car and in turn started to take better care of their younger sister. Letita often rode home from school with one of her brothers and on occasion ate lunch with them too. However, things changed directions when her and one of her brothers were involved in a car accident. While the small convertible drove through an intersection a larger van hit the car on the driver's side, sending it into a small spin and collision with a phone pole. Letita regained consciousness to find her brother's dead body covered in blood and leaned against her. The shock of the incident made her even more shy and she soon lost the friends she had gained, in addition she was forever terrified of cars and refused to get into one. After about a month of this nonsense Letita's parents signed her up for the experimental treatment and that was that.

History, Fabricated; Letita's family consists of a mother, father and older brother. She and her brother got along wonderfully and were inseparable until he moved away to college. Between the two of them, they managed to make many friends and neither demanded their parent's attention more then the other. At school she got along fine with the other students, only having run across one incident of teasing. The incident being where a couple of boys decided to take her book bag and throw it out of her reach, but that didn't last long as her brother stood up for her and Isaac retrieved the bag from the tree. Letita picked up on this personality trait and started to pick on those who bullied, at one point even defending Colin from similar mistreatment. When she grew older and her brother got a car he allowed her to drive it in his presence without a license, because of him introducing her to a driving at an early age she grew quite found of it and now cannot wait to legally drive and get her own car, her parents have promised her one upon gaining her license and if she obtains a good report card in the next grading period.

Personality; If you say something that she doesn't like, she's going to knock you flat. If you say something that she doesn't like to one of her friends, she's going to knock you flat. If you say something that generally makes her mad, she's going to knock you flat. In short; Letita is going to probably going hit you when you talk to her. She's very sensitive to people's feelings and feels that the best way to respond to negativity is by punching (or maybe kicking) someone in the jaw. But she wears a big smile while she does this, which makes her seem like an insane little girl. But at the same time she likes being a girl and likes being treated like one (to an extent), the fact that some people are afraid of her is upsetting and because it upsets her she punches them in the face, which doesn't make things better. When she isn't injuring herself because of starting a fight with someone, she's tripping over her own two feet and/or barreling into things head first. When it comes to solving problems she typically goes for a 'hands on try until you succeed' approach and often thinks very little about what she's getting into/starting.

[ Subject Two // Claire Raniero // robochicky ]

Name; Claire Raniero

Age; 18

Appearance; Different from her picture, Claire is often seen in track jackets or hoodies of some sort with a tank under. She has a thing for skinny jeans and sneakers, almost always being seen in them. Her frame is average and she likes to keep it so, though she could use a bit of a tan for her slight paleness. Other than apparel, she's always had a short gray haircut (not in link) that is either ruffled or styled for the day. To somewhat compliment Claire's silver strands, she has a pair of round onyx eyes that she doesn't bother to hide behind any type of eyewear. She is also full-blooded Italian, her being born in Milan and speaking it very fluently.

History, Original; Although being born into a pretty wealthy family, Claire was loved dearly even though her parents were out at work almost every day. She managed to take care of herself, her not needing much help from hired maids and such. Of course, there were those days where she felt alone but shrugged it off nonetheless as her parents would spoil her once in a while. It wasn't long before Claire grew on into school, her being the only kid with a full head of gray hair and black eyes in pretty much all of her elementary school days. There, she wasn't that bad of a kid and made a good amount of friends despite that they were a bit weary of her unique appearance at first. After she finished elementary school, the girl went on to junior high where she was nearly judged by almost everyone (including the kids she grew up with) but instead made the best of it. She can't say that she liked junior high, cause then it'd be a lie and -this time -everyone knew it too. With those two years finished, Claire entered high school and actually enjoyed the first two years of it as she met some more students who were pretty open to her and liked her appearance. Of course, there was this one dude of the group who liked her too much and had these weird glares towards her; it slightly creeped the girl out. Claire simply ignored the stares and went on with both her business and the school year. Her junior year however turned out to be the worst for her. The gray-haired girl hadn't seen and/or heard of him from the group, them claiming that he moved onto another clique from then on (much to her relief). The end of the week rolled by and the girl's parents went out for a business meeting, leaving Claire there alone at the good-sized house of theirs, the maids and such already gone to their homes. A surprise blackout caught the girl by surprise as she was downstairs watching television and before she could reach for a flashlight, she saw that creepy glare once again besides her with a knife. He cut the power box wires, which in turn affected the security. With a yelp from the frightened one a fight broke out, resulting in the girl being beaten then raped -twice -before he left altogether. Claire deemed him "Rape Eyes" after attack, only being able to see the creepy glare during that night. Her parents saw her spunk die more and more each day and applied her for the experimental treatment as they knew she wasn't able to cope with both the brutal attack and the aborted pregnancy.

History, Fabricated; Claire's new history consisted pretty much the same as the one before, though she now has more pleasant and suitable memories. She was loved dearly both at home and school, her being near popular at one point during junior high. She was very intelligent as well, her skills being able to be shown with new friends such as Isaac Clarks and Colin Athol. Claire didn't feel so alone once she saw Isaac's hair as well and even shared lockers with him too. She was glad to have met such wonderful people. Once high school rolled around, the gray-haired girl met annoying (yet attractive) Danny Theophilus during a small spat that involved Pluto being an actual planet. The fact that they even kept up a well-said 45 minute debate, still astonishes Claire to this day. Into her junior year, she met this wonderful guy (with gorgeous eyes and body) who even took her out for a bit and they soon became a couple. They were together for almost a year, until Claire broke it off just for the sake of being single again. (That, and he was beginning to get clingy.) Even then, she was still happy and was glad with the life she was already living.

Personality; Now with her new memories, Claire is more on the rebellious type, and pushes situations no farther than they should go. She is known for speaking her mind whenever she feels like doing so, but is mostly seen as a mellow type of person until action happens. She has a bad temper as well, and it's easily activated along with her flirtatious side.

[ Subject Three // Isaac Clarks // Kidalanna ]

Name; Isaac Clarks

Age; The young age of fifteen.

Appearance; Bright blue eyes stare hardly out from behind a pair of blue goggle-type things. From his hairline adown to the top of his right eye stretches a thick black line of a tattoo, at the eye it bends away and heads towards his ear, where it stops. Mostly, though, one can't see the boy's ears or half his left eye through his messy silver hair. Said hair has blue tips, which the boy claims to have added when he was only seven, the original dye job done by a friend at age five. He keeps his hair at this color constantly. Isaac has an interesting sense of fashion. Mostly, his clothes will be in black, white, or gray. He usually wears a zip-up coat, an unusual looking pair of paints, and is pretty much always seen wearing black sneakers with checkered laces. There's a string of blue beads that hooks to the front belt loop of his pants and goes around to the back, much like one would wear a belt on their pants. That is quite often the only bit of color in the outfit. The boy wears two necklaces, a small one that he got from Colin and a long, dangly one that he got from his mother, though he doesn't know why he's so attached to it. Isaac is, over all, an interesting looking person.

History, Original; Born into a small, family, Isaac had a set of loving parents and a sister who was already four at the time. As he grew up, the boy became increasingly interested in techno music and sidewalk art. At age ten, the boy developed a crush on a girl at his school. She was smart, pretty, and had a laugh that made him space out for about half an hour. The girl moved away though, and he'd never even said more to her than 'hi.' However, seeing as he was somewhat considered a 'punk', he didn't have a huge crowd of friends at school. Surrounding him was a crowd of five close friends, two of which were high on something most of the time. Needless to say, he got some friends which would be considered 'the wrong crowd'. Isaac himself, though, was a decently behaved kid. He listened to his parents, to an extent, but at age eleven developed a love of graffiti. Talented in this department, he would often be seen spraying or painting a building with some 'artwork' of his.
Pretty soon after the young male picked up his love for such a form of decoration, his mother had a baby. A little girl by the name of Chelsea. The boy loved his little sister, somewhat more than he loved his older one. She was far too bossy. A day after the little girl was born, though, he went to visit for about the tenth time. While he was letting the little girl's small hand clench his pinky finger, she and his mother went into a spasm which wrenched the loving smile off both parents' faces. The two weren't saved, and lost their lives. After that incident, Isaac was scarred for life. Right in front of his eyes, his mother and baby sister died horrifying, painful deaths
After further investigation for a month, it was revealed that the doctor poisoned them. Somehow, he made money off of it, and had injected the two with something while they slept. Although the man was found guilty, the boy harbored a deep hatred of doctors in any form or shape in his heart. For the next year, he plotted, and once let slip to his father that he would 'kill them all', referring to medical workers. That included nurses, doctors, surgeons, and other such people. Concerned for his son's sanity and keeping the boy out of jail, his father signed him up for an experimental treatment to replace memories.

History, Fabricated; Isaac was born into a small family, it consisted of his older sister, mother, and father. Although his father loved him very much, when the boy was very small, his mother left the family. He didn't like her anyway, and wasn't bothered at all. Ever since a very young age, he liked techno and drawing on sidewalks with chalk. This led him to gain an interesting group of friends, which included some very smart students, Colin Athol, and Claire Raniero. The group studied together, and the boy became a good student. At age seven, he was pleasantly surprised when Lia Lennox invited them to his birthday party. It was tons of fun, and that's where he first heard of graffiti. When he was ten, he developed a major crush on Colin Athol. They were attractive to him, smart, and he loved the way they laughed. Although Isaac was never sure if it was reciprocated, he was still able to happily send them off when they moved with a hug. At age eleven, he decided to start decorating buildings around. He thought they looked droll, so he spruced them up a little. Claire Raniero and him grew close as friends, and shared a locker in the seventh grade. The next year, in the eighth grade, a fellow student saw his hair and asked him to help them. Therefore, Isaac assisted Letita Pickter in dying their hair blue. Shortly after actually painting what he thought was his best work yet, Daniel Theophilus came by and washed it off, 'for the good of the community' or something. The boy is, to this day, still angry at them.
Him and his older sister were close. So, when a surgeon saved her with an amazing new surgery when the boy was eleven, he was on his knees, thanking the man. For the next year, he dreamed of the job of a doctor, and happily informed his father that he desperately wanted to be a doctor when he grew up. This made his father proud, and the boy was happy. However, for some reason, he still highly enjoyed graffiti as well as techno. Those two things he never lost his love for.

Personality; Rather well behaved, Isaac is almost an ace student. He gets good grades and is a smart boy who's fun to be around. Although he's known for playful teasing occasionally, generally he's nice and easy-going. The boy holds a deep love for art, and has never lost interest in it. Though he doesn't like fights, if someone hits him, he'll hit back, unless it's a girl. Isaac considers hitting a girl the lowest of lows, and hopes that girls don't hit him. That, he considers unladylike. Mostly, the boy is happy and cheerful, talkative and a little over-friendly. He really likes giving and receiving hugs.

[ Subject Four // Daniel Theophilus // Cows Go Moo ]

Name; Daniel "Danny" Theophilus

Age; Seventeen going on Eighteen

Appearance; Danny is built like an athlete with lean muscles lining his whole body, sculpted from years of conditioning and training. Of course, this is usually covered with a t-shirt, usually of some funny saying or the name of an obscure band. His legs are covered with a pair of knee high shorts, black, and high tops on his feet. His skin, oddly enough, isn't tanned, but rather fair with a fair amount of scars lining his fists, knees, and elbows. On his right arm, near the shoulder is a small tattoo of a winged creature with a long tail, though he can't remember how he got it and oddly enough, his parents haven't asked about it. On his hands are gloves, both to hide said scars and also because they protect him while fighting. His hair, usually styled in an array of long and thin spikes is colored dark brown, almost brunette while his eyes are hazel and covered with sunglasses as his eyes are sensitive to sunlight. Like his other appendages he also has a number of scars on his face that contrast his slight baby face, making him seem more mature. Usually, there's a smile on his face, though that smile has many different faces, ranging from good natured to being evil to just being polite. He is sometimes very articulate with his hands, moving them around as he speaks.

History, Original; Danny was always somewhat of a fighter. When he was young he and his brother would always wrestle and get into fist fights with each other, be it to see who was better or if there was actual malice behind it. At school, they would spar with some of their classmates and of course, beat up anyone who tried to mess with them. This, unfortunately, caused him to an infamous reputation at school, both because of his temper when it came to people and also because of well, putting them in the ICU. To make things even more interesting, both took different types of fighting: his brother, Tae-Kwon-Do and himself, Muay Thai boxing. His parents however, felt that learning martial arts was more for discipline than actually using it and so, whenever they fought/sparred they were punished. But hell, this didn't stop anything. Actually, it gave Danny's brother, Streeter, even more of a reason to defy them. See, unlike Danny, the boy was much more defiant and that ended up being the death of him. He got mixed up with street fighting and underground matches, eventually ending up dead. At the time, Danny only attended and bet the matches on occasion to cheer on his brother and such. But, after winning too many matches a hit was taken out on his brother and he was jumped, getting stabbed to death. Enraged, Danny went on a rampage of fighting to the point that every morning he would come home with cuts and bruises and a bloody wad of cash. Eventually, his parents found out about the illegal fighting he was doing and had to restrain him to stop. But, finding no other way to cope with the pain, his parents signed up for the program.

History, Fabricated; Danny was always somewhat playful. He grew up with a mother and father. They lived in contentment, with Danny never questioning his parents. He also studied Muay Thai to learn discipline in order to better their character, though he never took it seriously, only as a way to maintain his (very sexy) figure and perhaps take out his frustrations. At school, he was able to stand out as class treasurer be well liked among his peers, even having a six month long relationship with the class president (Autumn Summers, voted class flirt) before they had a mutual breakup. At one point, he came across Letita when he had made a wisecrack at one of her friends, almost getting decked in the jaw because of it. For that he regarded her as pretty crazy, at least crazier than [subject two], who he had met during high school and become frenemies with, having gotten in a verbal argument over something that he couldn't quite remember.

Personality; Danny is pretty unpredictable. He improvises, adapts, and will turn on a dime, especially if he gets crossed. His moral compass pretty ambiguous since at times it seems like he has limits (with people of course) while at others he feels like nothing is sacred. He doesn't bother sparing people's feelings as there's no merit in a white lie. People will find out the truth anyhow, either from someone else or after taking a good look at themselves. And while it would be very easy for Danny to knock down anyone he sees, he doesn't do that. He only fights "when necessary". This means only fighting in defense and or when normal negotiations aren't possible. He would never fight underground. But fighting in a ring or to help someone "train" is a different story. He never lets his temper get the best of him, always knowing to breathe and just be a smart-aleck to get them angry instead.

[ Subject Five // Colin Athol // Nekochan5345 ]

Name; Colin Athol

Age; 17

Appearance; Never one for sports, Colin is a skinny little string bean of a boy. He’s not particularly tall ether, which doesn’t help much, but he can’t really complain. He makes up for his wimpy body structure with his boyishly handsome face, talkativeness and usually cheery disposition. He has sky blue eyes that like to turn green when he’s outside too long for some reason, this actually really annoys him, and mud brown hair, which annoys him even more. Because he hates his hair color, he likes to dye it white. It doesn’t fool anyone though, as you can still see the brown roots at the top of his part. It looks pretty ridiculous, especially when he lets it grow out to the point where he looks like a brown skunk, but he absolutely refuses to ware a hat because, “It makes my hair look silly.” So he is left looking rather scruffy and unkempt. He pulls it off well though and he has the clothing habits to fit his lazy look. Never being one for fashion, Colin likes to ware a loose orange T-shirt, orange being his favorite color, a pair of jeans, his old black shoes topped off with his beat up old black jacket. The old smelly coat is probably as old as he is and is covered with a thin layer fuzzy matted down fake fur on the inside.

History, Original; Colin grew up in a relatively normal home. He was an only child and lived with his mother and father except for on the weekends while he slept over at his uncle Jason's house. This was because his mother had night school and his father had to go on business trips every weekend. Having no one to take care of him at night and not making sense to drive a half an hour and back twice a day, they began weekend stays. Even when Colin's father quit his job and actually could stay at home with him he still went. Not surprisingly, they became very close and eventually Jason became something like a second father to Colin rather than just an uncle. As far as school went, he was never much of a learner. Because he had dyslexia he had a lot of trouble learning to read and write. This made many people think that he was stupid, which led to him being picked on quite a bit. In elementary school he became secluded and really didn't really know how to interact with people his age. In the end their whole family moved, his uncle as well, and he actually was able to make friends and became relatively well liked amongst most of the school. By the time he made his way into high school was as happy as he could be. He even managed to get a girlfriend. He wasn't aware that he was actually being crushed on by a good chunk of the girls, so to him this was a miracle. They dated for about six months before he eventually broke up with her. It was a rather nasty separation because afterwords the little twat started some nasty rumors about him and almost all of his friends deserted him. Depressed and alone, Colin found himself failing a good chunk of his classes. Not wanting to see their son fail, his parents signed him up for an after school tutor near his uncles place. For the next month, Colin practically lived with Jason and his grades did start to improve. Things were looking up. It didnt last long though. One afternoon, a month before his fifteenth birthday, his tutoring session ended earlier than usual and Colin was left outside to wait for his uncle to pick him up. Jason came on time that day but when he arrived Colin wasnt there. Instead he found no trace of him but his cellphone lying in a small pool of his blood. They found him seven days later in an old abandoned house three miles away, beaten half to death, brutally raped numerous times and tortured to the point of insanity. He spent nearly a month in the hospital and when he finally went home he was no better mentally then the day he was rescued. He was afraid of everyday objects like knives, pencils, wine bottles, nutcrackers, and many many other everyday objects that had all been used to torture him in some way. Adding to that he refused to go out of the house under any circumstances and was absolutely terrified of being touched in anyway by anyone other than Jason, who was the one that had actually found him along with the police. His parents were grateful that he had found him but felt that his dependence upon his uncle was unhealthy. For the next year he hardly ever left his room, even to eat. Eventually his parents decided that it would be best for everyone if he just forgot all about it. And so he was signed up for the program.

History, Fabricated; Colin grew up very normally for his age, an only child with a loving mother and father, visiting his uncle on Christmas and other holidays. He was very well liked amongst his class and played the piano for the schools little choir. He was very good at it earning him the title Lil’ Mozart from Isaac. He didn’t much like the nickname but it was a self esteem booster for him, so he didn’t complain about it. Instead he secretly got back at Isaac by throwing a water balloon at him/her on the schools pool day because of it. It was more in the sake of fun than payback though and in the end he and Isaac became good friends after that, playing Pokemon under the jungle gym during recess and lunch every day. He was saddest to leave him when he moved away. In high school he found his passion was in writing after taking English with an awesome teacher Mr. Wilde who encouraged him day in and day out. By the time he was fourteen he knew he wanted do be a journalist and started to write for the school paper and even won an award for a poem he had written. That year he also pledged abstinence and is waiting for his dream girl as he has yet to date. Sometime during the year he spent a week up with his uncle, whom he hadn’t seen in almost a year because he was busy with his work, and had an amazing time. When he went back to school that year he decided to became involved in the school play after being pushed into it by Lia Lennox who was a good friend of his from summer camp that he was ever so happily reunited with earlier that year. Some of his classmates make fun of him for his involvement with the theater, but he doesn't mind it much and having Letita stand up for him helps. He secretly has a bit of a crush on her after they were partners in science class.

Personality; He would consider himself a very open, bubbly and physical person, meaning that if you need a hug he'll go and give you one. Because he's just nice like that.

[ Subject Six // Lia Lennox // Rivecia ]

Name; Lia Lennox

Age; Seventeen

Appearance; Lia is a happy person, hence the smile that never seems to leave her face. Straight light brown hair that curls at the ends subtly frames her finely chiseled face. Her deep blue eyes are always thoughtful, clear, and intelligent. Her skin tone seems to always stay the same no matter how much time she spends in the sun thus causing the girl to complain about never being able to change and staying the same. Her wardrobe consists largely of dresses, but she does wear other types of clothing. In the winter she favors sweaters and light coloured jeans. Though it's hard to imagine her in jeans, she does wear them when she's not wearing a dress. All of her clothes are light coloured and most of them are pastel. Lia never seemed to like make up very much, claiming that 'natural and normal is best' or so she thinks.

History, Original; Lia's mother and father always seemed like they were hopelessly in love. When she was little she used to look up adoringly at the couple and thought how much her mommy and daddy loved each other. They seemed perfect. But of course, over the years, her father got bored. He began to see other women in secret and began to be more and more dispassionate towards his wife and daughter. Her mother, on the verge of insanity wondering where she went wrong and wondering what was happening, finally caught her husband at a restaurant with his latest woman. She returned home shortly after and made Lia get out of the house, not telling her of what she planned. An hour later, at her friend's house, Lia saw on the news her house going up in flames. Her mother had set the house on fire when the man that cheated returned. At her parents' funeral she saw several women particularly sad over her father's death and, being an intelligent kid at the time, figured out they were the people her father had had flings with. She hated them a great amount for destroying her family that she swore she would kill every single one of them as soon as she was old enough and able to. Her friend and friend's family got worried and signed her up for the treatment.

History, Fabricated; Her mother and father didn't ever think they were really good enough parents for her, so she grew up with her friend's family. Lia barely saw them, but didn't mind very much. She invited most of the kids at her school to her birthday parties and made quite a few friends among them being Daniel Theophilus and Letita Pickter. She wanted to be a firefighter.

Personality; Quite a nice and happy person. Lia's not quiet or loud but rather normal. Being the best friend type is often what she's described at, fitting her the most. She has her funny moments and her fair share of hilarious moments. She has got a few flaws though. Very very gullible. Lia will most likely believe anything you tell her, being the trusting person she is. Any lie you tell will be believed. Anything you say happened you will be supported on. When she is mad, and fuming mad, anybody is better off running away screaming their head off because it is scary. And besides, wouldn't anyone run away from a raging teenage girl in a dress?

[ Citizen One // Brendan Salinas // Nekochan5345 ]

Name; Brendan (Brent) Salinas

Age; 17

Appearance; Brent is a very scruffy young fellow who is desperately in love with his facial hair. I’m not kidding. He started out with a little goatee and now he’s trying for a beard despite the fact that everyone tells him that he looks like a hobo. This has led to a bit of a joke amongst his friends that they will do anything to shave the thing off, and they’ve nearly succeeded several times. Other than that Brent is actually a pretty handsome 6’3” guy with light blue eyes. He likes to dress in a simple white hoodie and his favorite pair of ratty old jeans. On occasion he likes to dress up in a simple dress shirt and vest or a suit. He doesn’t really have any reason for dressing up usually he just feels like changing it up a bit sometimes. The only way you’d know this is just for fun though is if you looked at his feet, because no matter what he wares on the rest of his body he’ll always be wearing the same pair of smelly old Birkenstocks that he sprays with Lemon Pledge to hide make it smell less like feet.

History, Original; Brent grew up with his stepmother in what most people would consider a broken home. His mother had never been in the picture and his father had died of leukemia when he was about five years old. He never saw this as holding him back though and always considered himself lucky for having such a wonderful stepmother. She tried very hard to raise him between the two jobs that she had to support them as she refused to take him out of private school. Because of this he was often left home alone for a few hours or with a babysitter when he was younger, but she wasn’t paid well didn’t pay much attention to him to spite his stepmother. He never complained about it though.
As a child he attended a private elementary school where he was generally well liked amongst his peers though he kept to himself or a select group of very good friends most of the time. He also took on the piano at a young age. For a while he enjoyed it and was extremely good at it for his age and even won the school talent show because of it, but it wasn’t his thing and instead took on the saxophone which he fell in love with instantly. Ironically he doesn’t like jazz or blues or anything you would think to have the saxophone in it. He just loves the sound it makes and how he can play it. High school seemed to broaden his horizons, his small group of friends seemed to grow larger and stronger; he also landed a steady boyfriend, Laurent, and found himself happier than he had ever been. During that time he also committed himself to join the air force out of high school to bite his fear of flying in the butt. It was a huge step but it was one he felt was necessary and in his best interest. That summer he attended a military summer camp to better prepare himself. It was horrible on his physically but he enjoyed the experience and strengthened his urge to follow this path.

History, Fabricated; Brent grew up in a relatively normal home. His mother left him at an early age and his father died when he was younger. Currently he lives with his step mother and, until a year ago, with his uncle on weekends. Unfortunately something happened between the two of them, a fight. He’s not sure exactly why but it was a pretty bad fight. Now his mother won’t speak of him and seems to have disowned Jason completely, assuring him that he has no other family.
As a child he was often picked on quite a bit, but he made a good deal of friends, most of them were very close to him but some were not close at all. He didn’t like this much, but that’s the way it was. Going to high school helped a bit though, his horizons broadened and he learned new things. Somewhere along the way he got himself a girlfriend, dumped her, and got trampled on by the student body because of it. This he finds rather odd for several reasons. One is because he was very well liked around the school and no one seemed to be picking on him, but he knew that they had, two he didn’t understand how all that could be fit into his freshman year without anyone holding it against him, and lastly because has never felt even remotely attracted to a girl in his entire life and was already dating Laurent when this happened apparently. So he’s a bit perplexed but doesn’t really suspect anything other than that he’s going bonkers. Later on in his high school years he went away to a military summer camp for a while. Worst idea ever. One day out of the blue some guy came up to him, started chatting and smacked him over the head with something, he still has no idea what, and took him to some old abandoned house. What he did to him there was unspeakable, but his memory of it is a bit fuzzy. Unfortunately, he dreams of it in horrific detail, pain and all. After about seven days of hell he was rescued by Jason after the police had stopped looking for him. He still has no idea how he found him. After that he spent time in the hospital but he cant remember his mother being there, instead random visitors came and Jason where there. After he left the hospital he never saw his uncle again. He still can’t forgive his mother for not being there, but he doesn’t bring it up much anymore because she’ll usually just burst into tears.

Personality; Kind of a nutter, both before and after the fabrication of his memories. He’s always had odd habits that would make most question his sanity, though this led him to most of his friends that he currently has. Hes extremely twitchy and flighty. He’s agoraphobic and afraid of certain everyday objects, also its not a good idea to sneak up on him or touch him without asking, he’ll usually flip out. But the severity of all of this depends mostly on how bad his dreams where the previous night, if they were mild, he can usually function like normal, but some days its so bad that he cant even leave his room he’s so freaked out.

[ Citizen Two ]

[ Citizen Three // Ashton Ackerley // ~Prototipo-Annette~ ]

//Hello, My Name Is...// Ashton Ackerley

//Just Old Enough// 15

//The Reflection in my Mirror// Me, Myself and I; Ashton is a pale, frightened boy who stands at a scrawny excuse for a boy in his mid-teens, and his height reflects it. He dresses very conservatively, with long sleeves even if it's the dead of summer, though he is willing to wear knee-length shorts on occasion.

//How it was Before// Ashton grew up with his single, loving mother in their small home. She's always been a sweet women, but had to work two jobs ever since the work she had going from home ran out. Because of this, no matter how hard she tried it was difficult for her to notice the things that were going on in her son's life without him telling her directly. Ashton, on the other hand, was very open with his mother. If something bothered him, he talked to her about, if someone picked on him, he filed his complaints. It's this relationship that allowed his mother to nurture him "long distance" while still keeping her jobs. Still, though she succeeded in both babying and providing for her son, not everything was perfect in their life.
Because of his mother's busy work schedule, Ashton often found himself left home by himself. Also, at an early age Ashton was diagnosed with an disorder of the digestive track. This that he and his diet needed careful monitoring, putting even more of a load on his mother's back. For Ashton, though, the load was even worse. Because his body couldn't absorb all the vitamins that it needed, he ended up with severe weight loss problems, leaving him scrawny and chronically short for his age as well as other symptoms ranging from slightly thinner blood and anemia to a general lack of energy and- most importantly- brittle bones. Even through all this, though, the Ackerley family has remained as cheery as ever. On a final note, because of Ashton's condition, he must maintain a gluten and soy free diet, as it not only caused nutrient absorption issues, but an allergy to soy.

//The Vicious Changes// About a year ago, the memories from a certain subject turned Ashton's happy life upside down. What was once a normal night home alone become a nightmare. While his mother was out at work, like she always was, the power suddenly went out. Before he could reach for a flash light, a glare that seemed painfully familiar- yet just why it was familiar didn't follow- peered out at him from the dark. Ashton attempted to fight back, but all that came of it was him being beaten soundly and raped twice. Ashton's mother never asked, and Ashton never told her, so the conversation as to what happened that night never arose, leaving Ashton to bury the memories deep within. On another note, Ashton recently, as of a year ago, developed a general hate for every person in the medical profession, though not even he's quite sure why; he just sort of goes with the flow, not wanting to put his sanity into question.

//This is Me...// At first, Ashton was a softhearted boy who generally kept to himself and almost never spoke. Still, he was willing to interact with people as long as they began the conversation and was quite friendly, with a gentle little smile that could make anyone grin in return, no matter how they felt. Now, though, Ashton has become very reclusive and antisocial, as if he'd afraid of becoming close- or even acquainted- with anyone. Instead, he's become a loner with a habit of cringing in response to fast motions or loud voices. Though his gentleness remains, any real remnant of what he was before was lost along with his previously happy life.

[ Citizen Four ]
[ Citizen Five ]
[ Citizen Six ]

[ Unaltered Citizen // Zernita ]

[ Unaltered Citizen // Autumn Summers // Chocolate Clouds ]

Name; Autumn Summers

Age; 16 going on 17

Appearance; Autumn is a cross between a tomboy and a girly girl. She wears the latest fashion and designer brands, yet she's known to hang out with the guys and plays lots of sports. Autumn has a small, skinny yet fit figure from years of gymnastics and is quite athletic despite her looks. She is very pretty, with long, beautiful auburn hair, warm, twinkling chocolate eyes and a friendly smile that used to always be on her face. Autumn loves to do her hair in a different hairstyle everyday and despite her girly demeanor, she actually doesn't like make-up. Autumn is of French descent, though it's hard to tell, and speaks French fluently. She's proven that behind her pretty face, there's much more to her than meets the eye.

The Life Before; Autumn seemed to have the perfect life. Her parents got along great, she lived in a very wealthy family, she was smart, had the looks, and was always the most popular in school. From piano to sports to school, she excelled in everything she did; her friends used to joke that her talent was being talented. However, for Autumn's perfectionist parents, it was never enough. No matter how hard she tried, they were never satisfied with anything that she did. Her older brother, a 25 year old on his way to becoming a CEO, had long since moved out due to their overbearing parents constantly pressuring them to do better. Autumn gave it her all school and was always talkative and outgoing, making friends with everyone she met and was the teacher's pet, while at home she had to be "prim and proper." Then, she met Danny Theophilus. At first, she was disgusted with how much he fought and always got in trouble, but Autumn gradually came to respect and admire him for the way he always stood up for himself, something she could never do to her parents. The two eventually became friends, and, as cliché as is sounds, Autumn got a huge crush with him but could never make herself admit it to Danny.

Autumn's braniac mother had worked previously with the group of scientists that had invented the device and procedure that would allow for a person's memories to be rewritten. Autumn, however, never really knew much about it, but was told that Danny had gotten amnesia and had believed that he and Autumn had dated. Autumn decided to go along with the story, never really questioning anything, but lately she's began to wonder whether everything is what it seems to be.

The Horrible Times; Shortly after the people's memories were rewritten, Autumn's mother was diagnosed with a genetically inherited, incurable cancer that every female on her mother's side had gotten and died from. On Christmas Eve, just after Autumn's 15th birthday, her mother passed away. Her father, driven crazy from grief and depression, killed himself with a bullet to the head, doing it right in front of Autumn. She never got over the feeling of his blood splattering all over her.

She was put into the custody of her brother, though he was a workaholic and rarely ever home, usually overseas in Europe. Then, almost a year later just a few days after Autumn's 16th birthday, she too was diagnosed with the fatal cancer. Only after a few weeks, Autumn knew she would go insane just sitting there, waiting for herself to slowly crumble and die, knowing that one day soon she could go to sleep or pass out and never open her eyes again. She tried to commit suicide by taking an entire bottle of sleeping pills but that didn't work and her brother forced her to go see a psychiatrist. Autumn slowly began to become reclusive and has since lost most of her friends.

Personality; Autumn used to be a happy, bubbly, and outgoing person that never shied away from a challenge. She made friends easily and effortlessly and people were always drawn in by her friendly smiles. Autumn was also a complete flirt and obviously a lot of guys liked her, though the only person that she had ever really liked was Danny. She can be oblivious and naive at times if she's not paying attention, but she is also a very intuitive person. She was usually a pretty nice person until you got on her bad side. Autumn was also your typical, hyper and caffeine and sugar-addicted girl that just loved to have fun. Ever since she got sick, Autumn has become a lot more reclusive and quiet, loosing many of her friends in the process including Alison Lennox, who used to be her best friend.

[ Sibling // Alison Lennox // ~Prototipo-Annette~ ]

Introducing...

Alison Lennox

... freshly turned eighteen~

Blood Type: A
Favorite Food: Vegetable Stir-fry
B/H/W: 34"/34.5"/24"
Height: 5' 7"
Hobbies: Cooking, singing and reading.


Alison is a beautiful blond with piercing blue eyes that can keep you staring for hours. Her thin form is a perfect balance of height, muscles and curves, not the body of some anorexic model failure. With long fingers made for playing piano and a face for decorating CD covers, it's no wonder that this young adult is aiming for the stars. Both the older and younger Lennox daughters sport the same pale skin that never seems to tan no matter how much light it's exposed to. What's the secret to her perfect hair, you might ask? A little bit of natural hair, grocery-store brand shampoo and a mass of tiny little curlers, perfect for putting in your hair between the shower and your bed.


Though you may think of Alison as a pampered little star, you would only be partial correct. As a child, she grew up with her loving parents, who were madly in love with each other. Ten months after her own birth, Alison got a younger sister who she grew to cherish as a close friend, though she tends to baby the younger girl. The family lived happily for awhile as their own little unit of four, as their parent's didn't seem to intend for any more children.

After awhile, it become somewhat obvious that the girls' father no longer cared so much about his wife and children. Slowly but surely, he began spending more time at work, more time on "trips" and generally more time away from the house. Eventually, possibly due to the money funneling out to an unknown source, their mother figured out what was going on and caught him in the act.

Alison had never been close with her mother and so, when her mother decided to end it all, Alison had no foresight. On that fateful night, her mother left them home along, turning down Alison's request to go too with a kiss to her head and instructions to watch her sister. She'd even been given permission to make them dinner, which she did. Though it was only a simple meal of microwavable mac and cheese, Alison was still proud of herself and was bursting to brag to her mother the second the women came in the door. Instead, she and her sister were sent to stay the night at their friends' houses. That was the last night Alison would ever watch the News.

When the funeral came, though she was busy watching her sister, Alison made an angering revelation: there really was too much estrogen in that room for it to just be family. Angered that the women who'd caused the death of her parent's had the nerve to show up where they didn't belong, and sensing her sister wasn't too happy either, Alison unsuccessfully attempt to tell them off. Though disturbed her little sister's vow to murder them all- something Alison secretly thought was a good idea, if only it weren't illegal- Alison was against the treatment from the beginning. Afterall, to her there was nothing a good bought of normal therapy couldn't fix. Besides, Lia had a big sister that would gladly murder to keep her out of trouble. The treatment was an insult to Alison's pride.

Either way, Lia wound up with her memories rearranged in a disgusting cut-and-paste manner. The two were then sent to live with a friend's family. Alison decided that- for the good of her sister- she'd play along with their little game and not question the fabricated memories. While living with her sister and her transplant family, Alison pursued a career as a model and has been a big hit with a small fashion magazine for pre-teen girls called Pretty Heart. Though she also wants to become a famous singer, she's taking her time working her debut single to perfection before letting it hit the air.


Alison is rather calm and laid girl with a preference for goofy, dashing men. She takes an aloof and mature approach to everything no matter how much she enjoys or dislikes the task. While she's somewhat of a quiet type, it isn't because she's dislikes talking. It actually only because she always thinks careful before she opens her mouth to speak, just like she always thinks carefully before writing the lyrics she'll have to sing. Alison is very intelligent, calculating and rational as well, which makes her slow to decide. Still, the decisions she makes are always sound and on the right track towards a proper solution. On the inside, she's warm and friendly like any other girl, but in a very calm way that doesn't show in anything but her actions towards other. Still, she has a big secret. Alison has a vicious temper, though it's hard to unleashed unless her sister is involved. In those cases, she can give an angry cat a run for its money.

[ Scientist // kidalana ]

Lost & Found
Rules & Guidelines

Let's start with the basics; this thread on Menewsha in the Roleplaying Forum, because of this the rules outlined for both the general site and this specific forum still apply here. With that said and out of the way let's get going with the rules and guidelines specific to this thread.

What's expected;
Each person is expected to be of literate level, higher is appreciated, close to is okay, but much lower will make me sad face. A couple solid paragraphs a post is what I'll be hoping to see. I wont define what a 'solid' paragraph is (you should have an idea) but it's not bare minimum (three sentences). Because these posts are expected to be longer, posts are not expected to come quickly, but kindly put a reply here at least once a week.

Out of character and off topic comments;
This thread is strictly for roleplaying the topic outlined in previous posts, keep posts in character and relevant. Furthermore, if you have any questions please address them through a private message or this thread to keep things under control.

Profiles;
There's a post dedicated to just what you have to put, so refer to that post as well. But the posting of profiles in this thread is going to make me sad face. However, profiles that are private messaged will make me have a happy face. While we're talking about that, please use the light bulb icon when sending private messages.

Reservations;
I realize it takes a while to get a nice profile made so you will be aloud to reserve a slot. Each initial reservation only lasts a week though and you can only have two extensions.

Other Characters;
If you don't want to be a subject or a citizen, and have an idea of your own, then you may contact me to be a different type character. These will be approved on a case by case basis and you should talk to me before submitting your profile.

Disclaimer;
I do not bite, I'm actually excited to see what everyone brings to this role play. I have to reserve the right to edit these rules though. But I wont just change them randomly to make you mad, I promise.

Lost & Found
Profiles

The explanations should be deleted before you send it.

Name; Pick a name, any name. Though it should reflect their nationality and heritage. And while you're at it, pick a color, any color.
Age; Any really, though two digits would be greatly appreciated.
Appearance; Use words or use pictures to explain how your character looks. Or maybe both!
History, Original; This is your character's original, unedited history. This wont include the other subjects or have rewritten or claimed memories. This will fit in the time line of 'birth--treatment/incident'.
History, Fabricated; Subjects: Take your character's original history and rewrite things so that it's a happy one. Be sure to have small incidents that include the other subjects (at least two!), if there are no names to use then put in the subject number and it'll be edited in later.
Ex; They watched their sibling killed in their original history and it was rewritten that their sibling went to boarding school/ran away from home.
Others: If the character didn't have their memory tampered with then don't bother with this part. Just make one history that covers 'birth to now'.
Citizens: For these characters you get to pick memories from Subject's original histories that would have been discarded. This will be your character's original history edited so that (those) memory (memories) can fit in nicely.
Ex; They got a subjects memory of their sibling being killed but they never had a sibling and it's edited that they did and the sibling's not around anymore because they're dead.
All: In this section you can also include more recent history. This will fit in the time line of 'birth--present' leaving 'treatment/incident' out.
Personality; How they act at this current point in time.

Lost & Found
Status

This role play is accepting profiles and ready for immediate posting upon acceptance of profiles.
4/5/09 -- OOC thread

Letita looked out the window and frowned, it was drizzling slightly with hints towards just getting worse. It was a habit of hers, to try and go out for a run in the morning, something to get her mind started, but if it was raining she often found herself discouraged from such actions. Getting wet and muddy was not Letita's favorite way to start the day, maybe she'd just go for a walk instead... She turned her gaze from out the window and looked over at her bed, she'd already gone through and found what she'd wear and spent a good five minutes trying to get an outfit that would match her new running shoes together. But succeeding and realizing it was raining was quite the disappointment.

But the more she thought about it the more she wanted to go outside. It was the weekend, there was no school for another two days, and the used car lot always got a few new cars Friday evening. Those two reasons alone were temptation enough for her to throw on the outfit assembled and lace up her old pair of running shoes, no point in getting the new ones muddy just yet. Letita lived in her school's dorm on her own, no room mate to be seen, after all it wasn't very common for anyone to even use the school's dorms. For the most part her room was a mess and she spent quite a bit of time tripping over things on her way in and out of her room, but for Letita that wasn't too abnormal.

Before she actually went out the door she took the opportunity to check her appearance in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. She smiled to herself, noting how the colors matched but not with the old shoes she was wearing. Another sigh as she remembered why she'd chosen the color scheme of grey and lavender, the new shoes were those colors, complete with a white kangaroo on the side. These old shoes that she wore were still grey but had white laces. Together it didn't look nearly as adorable as it should, but it didn't matter too much, she would have to wear a coat anyways. Using the mirror as reference she tightened her pony tails, adjusted a few clips, smoothed down the bandage under her left eye and zipped her blue jacket up halfway. With a bright smile she left her room for the morning, turning around and slamming her fingers in the door on the way out.

"Owww," she said with a pout as she cradled the injured hand. Letita frowned at the door and dropped her keys and cellphone into the jacket pockets before leaving the hallway. Her good hand rubbed the sore spot of her other hand, the injury layered over an old one and already underneath a bandage. It really was a good thing that she didn't have to make her own food, that would no doubt involve knives and she just would prove to be incapable of not hurting herself in that manner. With a bounce in her step she jogged down the front stairs, careful to watch where her feet went.

It was the weekend, but not a nice one by any means. For Danny hated the rain and even if it was more of a light shower than a downpour it didn't change the fact that he couldn't go outside and also the fact that open gym was well...not open today. It was just another thing to bring down his mood. Still, he couldn't just sit around. He could go to the movies or chill with some friends or play flash games for that matter. Staring outside of the window from the view inside of his room he tilted his head and continued to watch the drops land onto his window before sliding down.

See he lived in a two story house, nothing all that special, but it had enough to accommodate him with a bedroom for himself, one for his parents, and an empty one that was dubbed "the home office". Getting up from his position at the window, he stretched his arms out and he looked around at his room, somewhat messy with papers and clothing lying around in haphazard stacks. Maybe I should clean this place up... But he didn't. Instead he walked out of his room and downstairs. His mother, seeing him head for the door stopped him with her voice. "Daniel, where are you going?" she asked with a raised brow. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't know. I figure if I walk around long enough that I'll find something do."

She raised a brow, but shrugged, only getting up. "You should at least bring a coat with you." Danny looked down at what he was wearing, not finding anything wrong with it. It was a pair of dark jeans and the t-shirt of a band he was recently addicted to. He didn't have his glasses on at the moment since it was so dark outside, but aside from that, nothing was really different from what he usually wore. "Don't shrug at me. It's pouring outside. You'll catch a cold!" Danny frowned at her. "Come on, I'm healthy as a horse," he said, sitting down to put on a pair of sneakers. "Yeah, and I want you to stay that way." She tossed him a hooded, fleece jacket which he dutifully put on before he walked out the door.

Squinting up at the sky, a silver haired teen let the drops of rain hit their face. The raindrops hit gently and rolled off, creating somewhat of a relaxing feeling. He knew that he was probably soaked, but he didn't care. He had a black raincoat on, the hood pulled down, so as not to collect raindrops in the back. The liner of said hood was getting pretty wet anyway, but once again, the boy paid it no mind. A particularly large raindrop hit square in the middle of his eye, and the boy flinched in surprise. Turning his face back forwards, he blinked a few times, the extra water flowing out.

Clearly, any passerby could see the boy was now frustrated. Although letting the rain hit his face had calmed him, that single raindrop snapped him back to reality. The rain had earlier washed away his most recent chalk drawing, and that ticked him off. Not only had he just drawn it the day before and spent hours on it, but everyone, including the weather channel, kept telling him it would be sunny all week. Foolish of him to believe that weather channel. They were almost never right.

Sighing, the young boy watched cars go by, slower than usual because of the wet roads. Not many people wanted to get into accidents, and only some daredevils risked going at high speed on a wet road. Though, were they daredevils or idiots. Deciding such people were the latter, Isaac frowned. Realizing his foot had fallen asleep, the fifteen year old shifted which foot he leaned on, and looked sadly down at the sidewalk. Mixed in with the rain were streaming pastel colors, running over the curb and into the gutter. He had laid the chalk down thick, so there was still more left. The boy, attached to his art, and with nothing better to do, decided to stand there, watch, and wait as the rain cleaned his artwork away. Although he carried two cans of spray-paint, one blue, the other brown, he realized he would do nothing with them. That was, until the weather cleared. Even then, he would have to wait for whatever surface his target was to dry.

Maybe he could graffiti the inside of a building today, versus the outside. Though, he realized that was even more illegal and there weren't many abandoned buildings around. Even so, if he found an abandoned building, blank spots wouldn't be common. Most people used those as their prime practicing grounds. Raising his hood of the raincoat up over his head, Isaac stuck his hands in his pocket, staring at the blurred chalk. The drawing had been of a boat on water. The boat was highly detailed, small people standing on the deck in sailor's uniforms, jeans and shorts, and other casual clothes. Under the green and blue sea, one could somewhat make out shadows of fish schools as well as a whale. The waves were sometimes topped with ridges of white chalk, which he had used his finger to blur in slightly. In his drawing, the water had sparkled and moved, the people on the boat relaxed, chatted, and laughed, and the fish swam. But now it was ruined, the rain washing it away.

Colin sighed deeply as he stomped his way down the sidewalk, grumbling something incoherent under his breath as he did. With his hands in his pockets, his head dipped low, and eyes glaring out at the sidewalk with a look of exasperation he made his way down the street, not really paying too much attention to the people that he was accidentally ramming his twiggy shoulders into. Even if he would have seen them there he wouldn't have cared much. He needed to blow off some steam and if they couldn't read his 'back off you stupid pedestrians,' look, then that was their problem and he had a wright to pummel them for being so stupid. Usually he would not have thought of such a thing, but he was in a mood and not feeling himself in the slightest.

Grumbling yet again, he turned up the volume on his iPod, without taking his hands out of his pocket of course. He cranked the volume up to the point that it was actually making his ears ring and made the people he had just slammed into look at one another sharing the same thought of, 'What the heck is his problem?' If they would have asked he would have told them that the entire day was his problem, even though it wasn't even noon. The night prior he had slept over with his friend Alex's house. Alex was a serious competitor for the high school Swim Team and woke him up at four thirty to go to the pool. He wasnt a morning person in the slightest but he agreed to go after he assured him that they had a lounge in the back with coffee. The coffee turned out to be decaf. The bastard. But he still managed to have some fun after his friend finished with his laps. It ended rather badly after he suffered a nasty red mark from an epic belly flop.

After that they went back to change his clothes and retrieve his things. Sometime during the previous day he had lost his left sock, poor old lefty, and had to leave without it. He just wanted to get home and sleep for another three hours. Along the way back to his house, he stopped to rest on a old park bench near the towns geese infested late. The fact that it had rained all of last night had completely escaped him and his fresh pants were now soaked in such a way that it looked like he had peed himself. But on top of all this was the reason that he was blasting his music. What’s the worst song you can get stuck in your head? The Duck Tales, OO-oo-O, theme song! Yup, that stupid old show from Toon Disney that's been off for an eternity. All he was doing was walking back from the community pool when all of a sudden, poof, random annoying song. He didn't even like the show as a kid. The only reason he had ever known of its existence was because he had a choice between watching that or blues clues, and eight year old boys didn't watch blues clues! Usually. So why was this song stuck in his brain!? It didn't make any seance!

All he wanted to do now was go home but instead it started to rain again drenching him and his backpack to the bone. Today really hated him. 'Well...at least i wont have wet butt anymore...' He sighed to himself and walked down the road again, humming the Duck Tales theme under his breath.

Watching her feet as she went down the stairs had paid off and Letita reached the front door without any incidents and in a short amount of time. Pausing at the door she took a deep breath and then opened it wide, letting in a bit of the drizzle in the process. Before walking outside she looked, the sky was a lot grayer then it had seemed when she'd looked out her window and it looked like the rain had gotten worse in that time, a small frown started to form as she became unsure of wanting to go out and get seriously wet. "Hm...", the blue eyed girl added a sigh after her thoughtful sound and folded her arms, leaning against the open door and letting in a draft. Taking walk was out of the question, she'd want her umbrella for this weather and bad things had happened to the last one. Maybe she should replace it? But she would probably use it as much as she had the last one: once and that was the time she'd broken it. Letita sighed and unfolded her arms, she'd just stay inside until this cleared up.

In her deliberation with the door wide open she'd accumulated a bit of a puddle on the foot mat. While she felt a little bad about it she felt frustrated that her feet had gotten wet too. After shifting from the left foot to the right and back again she decided to change her mind again; she'd go out anyways and check out the town. Since she hated walking in the rain she'd just jog or run, it'd give her good exercise and the rain would keep her body temperature down. As a smile returned to her face she stepped out of the dorm, closing the door behind her. It was a rainy day, after all, and there would be less people at the car lot. Letita couldn't figure out why she hadn't thought about this in the first place, it would have kept her dedicated to going outside. She zipped her jacket up the rest of the way and started on a brisk jog across the school grounds and towards the gate.

The school didn't have many of the wide open lawns that made a private school look amazing, mostly because it wasn't one, so it didn't take long to reach the closed iron gate. It was wide enough to open and drive a truck through, as that was its purpose, and next to it was a smaller gate to let people pass through. Beside that was a small white house where someone was always sitting, he was a helpful fellow that would give you directions or the time. Letita went through the smaller gate, after giving a wave, and was on her way to check out the car lot. In her mind she ran through the cars she hoped had arrived the her favorites that she wished hadn't left.

Peeking out from her cover, Lia pursed her lips when the rain dripped onto her exposed face. Ducking back under the roof, she patted her light blue jeans before staring at her watch. When she saw what time it was she grabbed a discarded newspaper from the wooden bench she had been sitting on minutes before. Bracing herself for the cold, she took a step back before running to her silver car using the newspaper to keep her hair and most of her head dry by holding it above her head. Squealing when a few drops managed to reach her sweater, the random people on the sidewalk looked at her and had to restrain themselves from laughing.

"Dumb prepared people with umbrellas." Lia muttered under her breath as she successfully opened her car door and went inside. Shivering slightly, Lia twisted her keys that were shoved into ignition as soon as she slipped into her seat. Warming up slightly, she turned up the radio and waited to get the car completely heated up. When it had, she drove to the store.

Retrieving a slightly crumbled paper from her sweater pocket, Lia squinted at the small writing. "Milk, eggs, flour..." They were planning on baking cookies and make Lia go to the store for supplies. A little spur of the moment thing they had wanted to do. Jen just woke up at 5 A.M. grunting cookies and woke everyone else up. If they had had the food needed to make the cookies, they would have made the cookies. At 5 A.M. Lia shuddered at the thought before grabbing a milk carton.

After getting everything needed to make cookies, Lia paused in the ice-cream section. Pig. She accused herself, but she grabbed two boxes of Popsicle sticks nonetheless. It's raining outside and you're going to eat ice-cream.The thought ran through her head, but she shrugged it off.

Daniel blinked his eyes once the rainwater hit his face, putting up his hood as he walked along the sidewalk, making sure to curve around the puddles. "I feel like I didn't think this through..." he muttered to himself as water droplets dampened his jacket. Where to go, where to go? That was the question. The park was out of the question unless he wanted to slog through muddy grass and watch ducks float in artificial ponds and if he went to the grocer's then his mother would probably call him and ask him to pick up milk or something that she could do herself.

But walking aimlessly wouldn't be any fun either. Licking his lips, he took out his cellphone and checked the time, sighing to himself and putting the phone back into his pocket. He continued to walk, not bothering to press the button for the crosswalk and instead jaywalked across the street, knowing that the cars wouldn't be speeding by...or running any red lights for that matter. After getting to the other side he found a bit of shelter under the porch of a random house. And hopefully they wouldn't kick him off for loitering.

Yawning herself awake, Claire rolled over in her bed towards her alarm clock. It read eleven o' clock; too early for her liking. But according to her parents, she had overslept two hours late. Rolling her eyes to the weird timing, Claire got up to head over to her window as she heard the sounds of what seemed like rain. The gray-haired girl could only sigh at the thought, hating such depressing weather, but raised up the small opening nonetheless before sticking her head out. Upon looking out, she caught a familiar faced man make his way under her house's porch. First, rain. Now loiterers? the girl thought, only cringing when raindrops splattered her hair. With a growl, Claire came back inside and closed her window before grabbing her robe and heading downstairs.

A few 'good mornings' to her parents and pieces of toast later, Claire headed to her front door with her robe tied on tight before opening it and peeking her head out (since she was shielded from the evil drops of water). And there the guy was, loitering on somewhat private property. "I thought my dad scared off you hobos..." she deadpanned with a raised eyebrow.

Danny heard a rustling and then the opening of a door. Turning around, he saw gray-haired face that wasn't so new, but one that he didn't exactly run into all that often. It was a young woman in a robe, not much older than he was and not much tanner either. Still he shrugged off her comment. Someone forgot their cup of coffee this morning. He glanced out at the rain before panning back to this girl. He didn't realize that she lived in this house. He would remember it the next time he wanted to camp out from the rain or just wanted a place to rest instead of aimlessly wandering.

"Well for one thing, I'm not a hobo. I have a home," he started, "and second I doubt your dad is all that scary." He said it with more of a shrug than challenge, his shoulders slightly rising before drooping again. Daniel put down his hood, showing his unmade hair, not gelled up as usual, but rather just combed through and left to stick out or hang down in his face. "So then," he asked, "are we going to stay out here or is this the part where you kick me out?" Or do you need your daddy to do it for you?

Claire made her way outside as she realized that the guy wasn't indeed a hobo, but she shrugged him off as just the same as well. "Oh really?" she asked back with crossed arms, "Then what brings all the way down here?" Once she looked around, she did notice how hard it was pouring and came to the conclusion it was reasonable to hideout here.

Claire only laughed to his statement about her dad's scariness, him not knowing what kinds of crazy he could be/get. I'll let you think that... she thought with a dying chuckle. "Well, unless you plan to catch pneumonia I won't stop you from staying here."

As he stood there casually, watching the puddle slowly draining off the sidewalk, Isaac briefly glanced some strange girl running to her car. It was a rather humorous sight, but the boy didn't laugh. He'd look like some sort of psycho, chuckling with his head facing towards the ground. Insta-padded cell recipe, in his eyes. The chalk drawing, he saw with some appreciation, now sort of looked like a real ocean. The puddle it was in had grabbed the chalk colors from all of the substance caked on there. The dark blues, some black, sea greens, dark green, gray, and various other colors swirled in the collected rain water, looking somewhat like some sort of sea to him. This thought made him happy, and he briefly considered taking a photo. Though, his phone didn't have such great quality pictures, and it wouldn't amount to much.

If he really wanted to take photos, he'd have to run home and get the camera. By the time he got back, the effect would probably be gone, or someone would have stepped in the puddle. The grey haired boy planned on watching the colorful puddle until all the color was completely gone, because it looked interesting. Although, quite a bit of chalk would probably still be left over after the rainstorm, depending on how long it was and how heavy the rain got.

Watching the water collect on the ends of his hair, Isaac followed the drop as it fell into the puddle, where it created a small ripple. But the ripple was hardly noticed among the more harsh ones from the rain drops. With a sigh, the boy considered that maybe a chair would've been a good idea. After all, standing was making his feet, knees and hips sore. Anyway, there was no doubt that after a while, leaning over to stare at the puddle would make his back as well as his neck cramp up. Rocking on his feet, the boy was careful not to fall over.

However, his plan was ruined when some scrawny person's shoulder rammed into his back. There was an exclamation of surprise from the grey-haired teen as he toppled forward. Hitting the pavement, he barely protected his nose from breaking by putting his hands about five inches in front of his face. By the force of the impact, the gap was shrunk to one inch. As he hit the ground, there was a resounding 'sploosh', and he could guess what happened.

Sitting up, Isaac looked at himself. Although swirls of chalk-colored water on a black raincoat did produce an interesting effect, the boy was angry. Not only had that been his activity for the day, but it did not produce an interesting effect on his light gray pants. He'd have to wash it out before putting it in the machine, or else the chalk would just spread around. Glaring at the back of the 'bumper' that was only about a foot away, Isaac shouted loudly, and angrily, "Hey, punk, watch where you're going next time, will ya!?"

Though normally he was nice and easy-going, Isaac didn't forgive people when it came to his artwork. Hearing the bass booming out of the kid's headphones, though, he quickly realized that the other boy probably couldn't hear him. Standing up, he marched right over, and grabbed the kid's shoulder to get his attention. Although it wasn't a hard one, it wasn't a light fairy touch either. One would notice it, but not get hurt by it. Without the blue shades, the grey haired boy's eyes were far more piercing, and glared fiercely, bound to scare the pants off of someone who didn't know him. Any of his classmates, though, would probably laugh about him getting angry at all; a humorous sight for them indeed.

It was blue day for sure, and Ashton didn't like it one bit. As he sat in his empty home, pulling on his puddle-safe boots, he came to this conclusion. For starters it was a weekend and while that meant he didn't have to deal with the kids at school, it meant he'd be home alone until late that night. Not to mention it was pouring rain outside meaning that, unless he wanted to sit scared stiff at home nervously watching the door with a flashlight and phone in quick reach, he'd have to wear the dorky rain gear his mother had picked out for him at least two years ago, if not more. The final reason it was a blue day- Ashton had nothing to do. Antisocial as he'd become, there wasn't exactly someone for him to go hand out with or bother. Not even a place to chill for awhile during the day. Instead, he was stuck wandering the streets on his own.

Standing up, yellow puddle boots now on, Ashton donned his plastic rain coat. The dread baggy yellow cover of doom. It was your typical rain protection gear with a red plaid liner and two pockets included. Only difference was that it didn't have a hood. Apparently, his mother thought it'd be cuter to to a jacket with a matching rain hat instead of something normal like a rain coat with a hood. Or, even better, an umbrella. That would've been wonderful. His cute little rain getup was good and all when he was twelve- about the time he received it- but Ashton was now far too old to be wearing such childish clothes not to mention that the coat was still a bit baggy on him. His mother had made the fatal mistake of buying his clothes a bit too big so that he'd grow into them, therefor saving them money as she wouldn't have to buy clothes as often, but she wound up saving more than she intended. Due to Ashton's illness, he wasn't exactly going anywhere height-wise and had grown maybe an inch, possibly two, at most over the past few years. Good going, mom, he thought bitterly, but not too much so. Afterall, if wearing ancient clothes could help balance out the cost of his medical treatments, then he'd do what he could to help.

Quickly, Ashton did a check as to the contents of his pockets. In the right pocket lay his cellphone, a beaten up piece of junk that had a low minute plan and wasn't used very much; an index card covered in runny ink, emergency numbers, odds-and-ends foods he couldn't eat and coffee stains; about five dollars worth of loose coins, crinkled bills and discarded buttons; and his house key. His other pocket was less eventful, holding only a trio of Quaker rice cakes-two butter popcorn flavored, one apple cinnamon- and a puny excuse for an apple. Why he was carrying food might be a mystery for some, but for Ashton it was a simple necessity. After all, if he got the munchies and didn't want to stop at home for lunch, there really wasn't any option of going out to eat even if rice cakes were just empty calories, something he needed to avoid. For starters, he didn't have the money to eat out, but, more importantly, he couldn't eat the food. It was bound to have either gluten or soy if not both. Oh the joys of a world who's food industry relied so heavily on soy products.

Before he'd even bothered to think farther, Ashton exited him home into the rain, making sure to lock the door behind him. While most houses in the neighborhood, particularly the one next door, sport the amazing invention of porches, his home had no such thing. Instead, they just had a plain concrete path with a similarly as boring front stoop that came right up to their unprotected front door. For Ashton, is his rain coat, it wasn't a problem unless one counted getting the floors in the house wet on his way in, but if he'd made us of an umbrella- which he'd at one point try to convince his mother would be a better idea than a raincoat- there'd be a brief interval between closing the umbrella and getting into the house in which he'd get soaked. Now that would defeat the purpose. Either way, Ashton quickly ended up with a raincoat that was damp on the outside and a puddle of mud at his feet.

It took a moment for Ashton to realize that there were voices coming from said porch of his neighbor's home. Turning his head, he watched for a minute as a teenage girl- seemingly fresh out of bed- chattered away to a brunette male that seemed to have not put much into his appearance either. Though this made Ashton a little nervous, he was more envious than anything. The two seemed to be able to jabber back and forth with such an ease of conversation. Even before the incident a year ago, Ashton hadn't been able to get through a single sentence without whispering it or tripping over his words a time or too. Now, though, he was sure that it wouldn't even come out audible in the least, though he hadn't put his conversational abilities to the test. After all, the only person he really ever talked to was his mother, and even then not much any more. People were just to unpredictable.

Turning his head back to his toes, Ashton decided to ignore the other people and the lonely feeling that was growing in his chest. Whether or not he wanted to talk to people, he knew his fear was too great for an attempt to even go through. Instead, he started shuffling through the quickly deepening puddles of his muddy yard in a diagonal line towards the sidewalk. This path of travel included cutting through a small corner of his neighbors lawn, but he didn't think she'd mind. After all, it wasn't that much space and it really didn't matter. He wasn't too sure what type of people they were- as he never spoke to anyone, and his mother didn't have time to socialize with neighbors- but there wasn't much to get mad over anyhow. Well, unless they were lawn-freaks.

Characters "tagged": Claire and Danny Boy.

Colin stopped dead on his rout with a start, just now realizing that someone was grabbing onto him. With a bewildered look he glanced behind himself to confront the offender. Imagine his surprise when he found that said person was glaring at him like no tomorrow. What the hell? Cranking down the volume of his iPod the brushed the other teens hands off of him lightly, not wanting to piss him off anymore until he actually knew why he was so mad.

"Im sorry. Who are you?" He asked confused, still very much unaware of why he was being treated so badly. Obviously he had no way of knowing he had been using himself as a battering ram to get through the sidewalk. And he never would have been able to guess because he was such a little guy. A twig. Though he would never admit it.

Colin managed to back himself up a few steps, feeling uncomfortable being so close to the other boy. Especially if this was going to turn into a fight. In that case, he would probably loose. So better to give himself a little space to duck out of the way. Or run. Running was a good option. Calming himself with a sigh, he forced himself to look the kid in the eye. Hopefully if he knew he was listening he would calm down. But by the look on his face that didint seem very likely. God i hope i can talk myself out of this one...whatever i did...

Although his temper was receding slightly, Isaac was still a tad ticked off. This guy just knocked him into a puddle, and know he was asking who he was? The rain wasn't helping with the silver-haired boy's mood, and he decided today was indeed a cruddy day. As the boy pulled away, he let his grip loosen and his hand fell back to his side. Now he just sort of stood there, taking a deep breath before he decided to respond. After all, getting into a fist fight or such a thing over a puddle was just silly on a rainy day.

As his gaze looked the boy in the eye, some bell rung in his head, he knew this guy. Though, in the rain it was a little difficult to tell just who it was. After all, he also hadn't seen the boy in a few years. Folding his arms, the look on Isaac's face still held slight annoyance as he spoke. What would he do for the rest of the day? Sit at home bored? No way he would do that, far too boring for him.

Raising his voice only slightly to be heard over a car that rushed past, he said with a slightly snappy tone, "You should watch where you're going, you knocked me into my artwork!" Isaac then paused, glancing at the puddle and turning back again, mumbling, "Well, what's left of it..."

"Anyway!" he continued, "Next time don't deafen yourself, and kepe your shoulders to yourself! No one appreciates being knocked into, y'know?" The last part was followed by heavy, clearly aggravated, sigh.

Colin's eyes widened as he listened to the other boys words, seeming to be horrified that he could have accidentally bumped into him. As soon as he was done talking, Colin couldnt stop himself from going into an apologetic rant, looking from him and to the ruined artwork.

"Oh my gosh Im so sorry! I didnt mean to! Your ok right? Are you wet!? Cuz' ill pay for the dry cleaning if it need it. Or washer...i dont know. Im so sorry!! Ah! Your art! Im sorry! It looks like it was really good too! IM SORRY!!" He blubbered on and on about it all, genuinely apologetic for the whole thing. He was practically groveling at the boys feet after all. You cant fake that. Or at least Colin couldnt.

(GAH its so short!!))

Slightly raising a brow, Isaac watched the boy curiously. Normally, when he yelled at someone, they got angry and yelled back. However, this child was acting completely different. He was apologizing profusely about something that wasn't all too dramatic. After all, the rain had already ruined his artwork, so that didn't matter much. Even though he was angry, the way this kid was embarrassing himself made Isaac feel back for getting mad. Listening to the voice the other boy sputtered out, it once again struck a familiar bell. Sounded a lot like Colin. But, no, he had moved away, hadn't he?

Thinking on this, Isaac definitely remembered Colin moving away. So, he wouldn't be here. It was just another random dude not being careful about where he walked. Patting the kid on the shoulder, he gently said, "Really, dude, it's okay. The rain already ruined the artwork and already soaked me. So, there's no need to get upset about it. Sorry I yelled," Isaac said, then looking at the kid, added, "are you going to be alright?"

After all, the other child seemed to be breaking down over all of that. Though, it was probably just an over-reaction of both people. Isaac knew he shouldn't have made such a big deal about it, and hoped this kid wasn't one of those shut-in kids who never got scolded. Because, if it was, that probably meant he was filthy rich and had some psycho dad that would sue Isaac's family just for upsetting the kid; and really, he didn't want to trouble his own family with that. Hoping the kid would realize Isaac wasn't angry anymore, he stuck his hands in his pocket casually, and sort of stood there, waiting for the boy to calm down.

Colin stopped his blubbering after a few more 'im sorry's and looked at him with big blue watery eyes. He looked like a beaten dog for goodness sake. Sniffing a bit at it, he lowered his head to the ground shamefully, still not quite forgiving himself. In his mind this was not in anyway an over reaction. It was just how he was. Over the top. So the look on Isaac's face only confused him further. But unfortunately he didnt take it as confusion to his strange ways, rather a gesture stating that he was still very angry at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked shakily, still afraid he might punch him in the face or something. Then he looked up at him, tears now brimming on the sides of his eyes and finally actually looked at him. Really looked.

At first he wasnt sure. He couldnt have been him. But the more he looked at him, the more he resembled his old friend. The same eyes, the same face, the same voice. It was all there. The realization that it was indeed him was so profound that he actually did a double take. Then, calming himself down a bit, tilted his head to the side with a curious expression.

"Um...do i...do i know you from somewhere?" He asked, just in case he was mistaken.

Before going back inside the house, once this "hobo" was situated on her porch, Claire saw a strikingly yellow figure walk across her lawn and tilted her head in curiosity. Did he just appear from the house besides hers? And if so, how long had he been there for... He was new to the gray-haired girl, who actually took a step off her porch and onto an open step (though, still shielded from the rain). "Hey, yellow coat!" Claire called to the person, not sure what gender they were because of the rain hat. And no, she wasn't going to shake her fist at them for crossing her lawn. There wouldn't be much of a point, already having a loiterer on the porch...

Eyes on toes, Ashton wasn't paying any attention to the duo on the porch any longer when suddenly a loud voice rang out. Flinching from the sudden noise, as it came unexpectedly, he slowly turned his head in the direction that it'd come. As always, loud noises set the blond boy on edge and this time was no different. When he turned his head, though, all that greeted his eyes was the same grey haired girl from earlier, only this time she was on the step of her porch. I hope she doesn't come any closer, Ashton thought fleetingly, seriously hoping that his neighbor would keep her distance from him. The only thing worse than social contact in Ashton's book was physical contact.

It took a moment for the boy to realize that she'd addressed him in reference to the color of his raincoat. Of course, this took a moment of looking down towards himself- and a quick look around- to confirm that the girl really was talking to him, but he eventually tilted his head as a response. After all, even if he'd felt the need to give the girl a verbal response, chances were it wouldn't be loud enough for her to hear. It was still pouring rain, and there was a bit of distance between them so he would have had to shout- in the style of his grey haired neighbor- but that wasn't something he'd do.