The only thorn in a field of wildflowers... {{OPEN

[avasapphire]

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it's one more day in paradise
one last chance to feel alright... alright

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Wildflowers, such a beautiful sight. The masses of colored buds swept the ground at the northern end of the town. Every kind of wildflower imaginable, but not a single rose in sight. She was the only one, A thorn among daisies. It was her favorite place in the entire community, not many ventured out here and if they did they were most likely going to attempt to jump over the large boundary wall, or try to dig underneath it. Ava couldn't grasp the whole idea of their actions, she thought them stupid and innocent. What really where they trying to get away from? In her two years in the town she had never met anything or anyone that would make her want to leave. The town was dull and most times boring but Ava always managed to find something to do, there was always flowers to collect, new clothes to be sewn with the help of madam weaver, assisting with the gardening and growing of food, cooking, cleaning her cell, reading and her most favorite past time of all, dancing. Ava loved nothing more then to dance. The sheer thrill of how the music takes control of your body and maneuvers it in was you would never think possible truly stunned her. She loved the be possessed by the music, it was just one of the many ways she could escape reality.

There weren't many younger people living in the town, most people were over the legal age and that left Ava with few friends she could really connect with. Her power enabled her to stay the same fresh age of seventeen, would this last for eternity? Even she wasn't sure, but she couldn't help but dream what her life would be like, 200 years old and still looking like this? Ava looked down and held her skirt as she drifted down into a soft pile of long stemmed dandelions. She was lucky that she was one of the few that inhabited the place that didn't need specially tailored clothes, she could wear whatever she wanted and her power never changed, she could wear a garbage bag and still be normal. It was fortunate really, Ava loved to dress up in the girly clothes and create new cutting edge designs for herself to wear. She loved spending hours with Madam weaver, learning new skills. Now that she didn't have school anymore, this was about as good as it got.

She sat down, looking out throw the long strands of grass and dandelions, the breeze blowing them all in the same direction. The sun was setting and she couldn't help but look up at the sky, the sun reflected through various parts of the sky. Quite confused with what she was seeing, Ava assumed she was dreaming. I must have been like the other night when she swore her boyfriend, Chase was sleeping right beside her. That too was a complete trickery of the mind. Ava tightened her scarf and pulled her jacket around her, how she would of loved someone to be sitting here with her, even someone who radiated heat. It would definitely make her venture out of town a little bit more comfortable. Alas, it was just her, the sky, her jacket and the wildflowers. She didn't mind being alone. It was a nice escape from the chaos that often radiated from inside the town. She started collecting dandelion flowers, laying them down in a bunch in front of her crossed legs. Collecting up two of the flowers, Ava started to build a daisy chain of the small flowers. Adding flowers one by one, she eventually finished a complete circle. Ava quickly peeled her grey beret from her scalp and placed the new chained headdress firmly on her head, holding down the tassels of light caramel curls.

Watching the stems of grass swaying with the wind, Ava couldn't help but attempt to catch a stray strand. Hurrying to grasp the end of the long grass, Ava sliced her finger on the quickly moving frond. She had never seen grass as sharp as the stuff that grew in this place, it was amazingly sharp and Ava forgot every time she visited the field. Laughing slightly at her stupidness, Ava lifted her finger to her mouth, sucking the blood lightly, a small smile escaping her lips. Removing her finger and looking down at the wound, she was not the least surprised to notice the site to be completely healed, not a single scar or mark. She was thankful for her power, she was always doing clumsy things, but she couldn't help but hope that one day she may be able to put her healing qualities to good use. She looked down at her notebook, the diary she created to notarize the memories she created here and couldn't help but realize the bubble of blood that now lined her page. It too, like her body evaporated quickly into the page, leaving only a small red dot on the edge of her book. The wind whistling through the grass, the leaves and the trees, Ava couldn't help but sing. She wasn't the best of singers but her background in ballet and dance provided her with enough knowledge of vocals to establish a good voice. Just as she was about the raise her voice from a whisper up above the noise of the wind, Ava couldn't help but notice a sound rattling through the grass. Fearing it was another one of those annoying escapees, Ava ducked low in the grass, he voice now completely mute, as she tried to spot where the noise was coming from.

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•tag, you're it:[/color] Open
•where you at:[/color] Northern Fields
•the playlist:[/color]Vanessa Carlton - Paradise
•notes:[/color] First post, sorry it is a bit pointless and like leads nowhere, but I really just wanted to get the first post out of the way. I really need to establish Ava's Character more.
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[Sulley]

While not completely wolfish in his actions, Sulley Dew Trace was the mutant that you watched from a distance and didn't want to get too close to. He had a bad habit of always looking angry, and something about his aura communicated his mutation. He was beautiful, yes, but not in the way that makes you want to reach out a stroke his cheek. His fierce attraction came with his dark eyes and an intolerant gaze. He was the type of mutant that would make you want to leave.

Sulley cut the grass around him as he walked.

The sharpness fully focused on his feet and legs could have cut diamond, metaphorically speaking. Almost before each strand touched him it was already in two pieces, lying helplessly on the ground. The grass was indeed sharp but apparently not sharp enough.

Sulley was certain, deep in his bones, that the weakness lied within the barrier. Okay, maybe that was a stupid thought. OF COURSE the weakness and key to his escape would have to be in the barrier, seeing as that was the only thing keeping him in. He was solely focused on escape. Not only because he felt like a caged animal and didn't like the tension he felt with each unrecognized mutant, but because now he had people relying on him. Sulley wasn't one for love or family, but when it came to brotherhood he was as solid as a rock. A really big rock. All his life he'd followed the common motto: bros before hos. Why would he not stick to it now, imprisoned?

Now, when he'd been in actual prison, that had been different. He'd given up on life that time. But here he was, in a little bite of utopia, and he loathed it. When he should have been giggling with happiness at the prospect of being around only his own kind, he was straining to keep in his paranoid vomit. This guy blows fire, that girl kills with a touch, he can kill you before you know it, she can show you how you'll die.

It was ridiculous! All his life Sulley had been the "special one", if you will. He'd been one of a kind. A god among insects, you might say. And then suddenly he was dumped into a cess pool full of others like him, not all mentally stable. It was chaos waiting to break loose. He needed to be sure he wouldn't be there when it did.

And that was what brought the wanderer to the Northern Gate. He'd already inspected the other three, and was coming by to take a quick look to finish up his daily rounds. Barriers had to be maintained, he believed, so checking them once everyday--or at least once--was efficient, even if there hadn't been any change in three months.

Sulley walked with his head down. His eyes, which were on bad terms with the sun, were downcast, watching the grass being cut without seeing it. He'd changed out of the suit Madam Weaver had made for him, which he usually wore, and was clothed in green cargo shorts and a black leather jacket with jaded buttons over a white wife beater. His feet weren't covered; focusing sharpness where he was would have cut them in two anyway. He had to be extremely careful when not wearing the special fabric Madam Weaver had concocted. Accidentally slicing off his own clothes in the span of a breath and left standing naked was a repeated past time of his.

Whoever it was sitting in the grass up ahead looked to be up to no good. Either that or she was a Dreamer who insisted on pointlessly sitting with the flowers. What the hell was she doing? Stroking the petals? Sulley sighed in exasperation and pretended not to see her. He turned slightly to the left so his path wouldn't cross her. He lifted a brow quizzically as she suddenly ducked low, having heard his approach. Did he really step so ungracefully? She seemed either scared or cautious. She had no reason to be either, really. He wasn't going to hurt her. He didn't even plan on speaking to her, unless of course she was up to no good.

"You'd think I had rapist written on my forehead." Sulley muttered, just loud enough to be heard, as he walked on by without glancing the girl's way.

[avasapphire]

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it's one more day in paradise
one last chance to feel alright... alright

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From what she could see through the tall blades of grass, it was a man who had decided to invade her personal heaven for the afternoon. Ava was cautious, as much as she loved the town she now lived in, she knew that not everyone could be trusted. There were those who were reluctant to use their powers (like Ava), those who used their gifts for good and those who tainted their reputation with an over abusive strangle hold on theirs. You couldn't tell what sort of person each individual was just by their appearance alone, you needed to get to know them, delve deeper into their soul even if that meant putting your life at risk. Ava was the polite, innocent girl, but she wasn't one to back away from adventure and risk. She tackled each situation head on after thinking through the consequences and points of action. This was just another one of those times. Another time where she would have to stand up, be strong and confident and if anything ever did go wrong, she could always heal herself instantly.

“You'd think I had rapist written on my forehead.” She hear the man mutter in a low yet reasonably pitched voice. She observed through the long pinnacles of greenery as she watched the man walk away. He obviously hadn't seen her, and if he had, he had no intention on harming her. But then his words reverberated in her mind. “Rapist”. It echoed in her brain, repeating itself in his low sly voice continuously. Now completely horrified, Ava instantly darted from her kneeling position, to that of a flattened cat. Her entire body pressed firmly against the earths dampened surface. He was a harmful person, her hurt others, and not with his gift, or maybe being a rapist was his power and thats why they picked him to join them in their little community. After all and the most monitored of situations have their diseases. Maybe he was just one of them. Ava sighed slightly and rested her head on the side in the tangled web of arms she had formed unconsciously. Then she remembered, the sudden flurry of action when Ava flattened out would of most likely moved an array of leaves, flowers and grass. Would the man actually realize she was there now? or was it too slight for him to notice? She was hoping for the later, she wasn't planing on having any confrontations this afternoon, especially with a potential rapist.

Hoping that the man had moved away, far enough for her to escape, Ava pushed herself back up onto her hands and knees, her head just level with the line of wildflowers, the dandelion chain still nestled in amongst her hair. She perched her head up slightly, her dark brown eyes and light honey brown hair the only thing visible. She surveyed the area, to see where the man had ended up. Luckily he was no where in sight. All she could see was a trail of broken, cut down blades of grass. A trail created like those you see in the Sahara wilderness or like the tracks the cattle made in overgrown feed lots, like the ones she commonly saw when she was back in England. Was it from him? Was there something else crawling around in the maze of wildflowers? Now a little relieved but still slightly terrified that a third may be roaming the area, Ava chose to stay below the surface of flora. Crawling along the ground, her diary tucked into her coat pocket, her beret in the other, the only thing Ava could do was attempt to feel her way back to town and back to her room.

Every rock, every pebble, every different species of flower, every blade of grass seemed to merge together and become one continuous line of wildlife. Was she crawling in circles? She had no idea where she was going. It was hopeless, her attempts had failed and now she would have to wait till dark till the man and whatever else was out there left. She continued crawling, although she knew she had no hope of leaving anytime soon, she thought any attempt would be worthwhile. What happened to the girl that wasn't afraid of adventure? Of risk? Apparently that girl disappeared when she heard the word 'rapist' being thrown around the field. She was alone and if this man did want to abuse her, no one would ever know. Her head down, now concentrating on the soil, it wasn't long before Ava found a patch of mowed grass. Success, she had found her way out. Moving closer to the open space, she soon realized that it was in fact the path that the man had created, or something else had devoured.

The strong, adventure loving girl re entered her system. This was it, fate was making its own choices for her, today she was either going to go home of end up face to face with the 'rapist'. She decided to stay kneeling, it was safer and if she found her way out, she wouldn't have to make herself known. She continued, making her way down the mowed path. She was surprised at how the grass was cut so short, it was spiky and almost pricked her knees as she crept along. If any mark was made, it was soon healed and the sensations were luckily dimmed. How could the grass get so short? How could someone mow such a neat path through the field? If it was an animal or anything of the such, it would of just pushed the grass out of the way. This grass was definitely destroyed, chopped, mowed. Ava stopped instantly, if she hadn't she would of crawled straight into a pair of bare feet. Bare feet? Who did they belong too? Then the thought clicked with Ava. It was him! The 'rapist'!

Ava cowered, she valued her life too much and although she could cure any physical harm that came to her body or others, she didn't enjoy being tortured or harmed. “Pleasetakeanythingyouwant. YoucanhaveanythingIswearjustdonthurtmeplease!” Ava begged. Startled, every word sounded like it connected with the next. Fear did that to her, it made her rush. The sooner she could get away the better. Ava sat up, legs crossed and sat completely still. She was hoping that the man would just leave, if her meant harm she hoped that he would get it over and done with so she could start fixing herself. “PLEASE DON'T HURT ME” she screamed finally, releasing all the tension out of her body. She looked up at him. His face, strong and chiseled, he was definitely older then her, his crystal like eyes connected with her chocolate orbs instantly. They had connected at this stage, that meant nothing.

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•where you at:[/color] Northern Fields
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•notes:[/color] Ok done, I didn't really have any muse for this so again its very blah. I tried to move it along a little but meh.
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[Sulley]

Sulley was more than aware of the girl crawling away through the grass. He frowned at first, but then rolled his eyes and figured she was younger than she had originally looked and was playing around. Well, he had no time for silly, childish games. He was a man with a duty and a purpose. Let her bury her face in dirt. He was going to check the barriers.

Sometimes the eyes are blinded by the truth. Everything looked in place. Most people would have given up at a glance. Sulley, on the other hand, approached the barrier, getting as close as he dared. Who knows what would happen if he touched it? He wasn't risking anything.

The rustling in the grass left his earshot, and he felt his shoulders visibly relax. Being alone was always better. Running nimble fingers through spiked hair, Sulley squared his feet at glared at the barrier, seemingly staring it down. Deep in thought and concentration, he was unaware of the little termite creeping up behind him until she started crying out. At that point, he spun around in alarm, focusing his sharpness onto his clenched fists.

“Pleasetakeanythingyouwant. YoucanhaveanythingIswearjustdonthurtmeplease!”

The moment she began yelling he resumed a passive composure, sharpening his hair instead of his fists. She looked innocent, really. Like a kitten that was lost and following you home. Sulley's brows knit together and a confused hand scratched the back of his head.

"You don't have anything I want." He told her quietly, making the vast contrast between her loud voice and his quiet one seem to echo. His smile turned sly, creeping across his face until his lips parted and he was grinning wolfishly. Sulley sank into a crouched position right in front of her, almost as if he planned to reach out and touch her. He placed his fingers on the ground to steady himself.

"And if I'd wanted to hurt you I would have done it by now."

[Laela Robbin]

All this time a bird was in the air a little further away. A robin. This particular robin had never felt it was easier to fly. She felt light and free, except for where she actually was. The bird had gone around this whole place trying to find a way out other then the way she had come in. She was trapped and she hated it. This particular little bird only had now. This was her chance to get out and go back to everything familiar, but she couldn't. Now she was sitting in a tree near-by listening to the conversation of the two in the field.

After a minute Laela felt a tingle in her spine and closed her eyes in dread. She hadn't realized it had been fifteen minutes since she had changed into bird form. She didn't want to scare anyone, she didn't even really want to talk to anyone. She was afraid of what might happen to her here. She opened her eyes and found everything bigger like always was.

Laela imagined what the others might see if they looked over here: A girl with reddish brown hair in a yellow tank top and blue shorts where there once was nothing but a robin. She opened her eyes and looked over to where they were. She didn't think they had noticed yet but she might be wrong.

Laela Robbin was a strange girl. Like all the people here she was a mutant. Her mutation was animorphisis. She could change into any animal she wanted but only for fifteen minutes, except for her cat form which she could stay in for two hours. What ever animal she transformed into represented her human form in some way. When she transformed into a bird she was a robin like her last name.

She had gotten here five days ago. The first day she had been out cold because of a shot the men who took her gave her. The next three days, she was forced to live in a lab-like room in which they tested her to the limit of her ability, always making sure she couldn't get out in any way.

Today she had finally been blind-folded and led to a small room. It had a dresser, a desk, a bed, a window, and a few lights in it, in addition to a door going into a room small enough to be a closet with a toilet and sink in it. She had been told that this was her new home and that she could do whatever she wanted to her room.

Then she was led, not blindfolded this time, to a place called Madam Weaver's. Madam Weaver took her measurements and asked her about her mutation. After she had told the woman about her mutation Madam Weaver made her a yellow tank top and blue shorts as her outfit. The sewer told her that the fabric was the lightest fabric in weight that she had available right then, and that her body could absorb it into her animal form and not feel much weight at all while when in human form it would cover her completely. Any time she wanted she could come back and Madam Weaver and her would make more clothes together so that she could have some variety of things to wear and things that were prettier.

They let her go after that and she promptly changed into a robin and started going around the border. Every fifteen minutes she changed back and then transformed into a bird again. At one time she even tried to fly over the wall, but it never seemed to end. The walls just kept on going up and up and up. After a while she gave up and came back down.

Laela quickly changed back into a bird, hoping they hadn't seen, but the man had keen sight. He probably saw her. If they pointed her out she would change back.