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Realistic or Modern ☆Changelings☆ -A Metahuman RP - IC

Celo

Stress With Legs
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OOC | CS | Lore
Introduction
The year is 2021. Clarksville is a city of around 11,000 people, with a norm-to-Changeling ratio of 1:100, a large difference for most Primacy cities. It is a fictional city around present-day East Arizona. The roleplay will be centered around this town, and the focus of the roleplay will be to find out the secrets surrounding Changelings and survive various attacks that will begin to take place in the would-be peaceful city.

Backstory

Sixty years ago on 28 July 1961, a strange event occurred: Approximately 1 out of every 800 people changed form. Some underwent small changes, such as a change in hair and eye color to another normal hair or eye color. Others, meanwhile, experienced major changes – changes that made them appear beast-like, while retaining a humanoid form and rational thoughts. From that day on, people who had experienced such changes found that they had certain abilities; some could run fast, others were able to communicate in an infinite number of languages – the list goes on. Following this day, babies were born with these abilities and abnormalities in appearance – approximately 1 out of every 1,000, just as it was for the number of people changing. Some people didn't change until they were older. These people with abilities became known as “Changelings.”

This event, usually only called “28-61" resulted in some major changes over a short period of time. Factions emerged – one, the Collective Changeling Primacy, called “Primacy” for short, is a nation that started after America splintered into factions in February 1964 due to issues surrounding views of Changelings. The Primacy is a group calling for the coexistence of Changelings and normal humans – sometimes called “norms”. Its origin is Arizona, but it has spread to peacefully collect some western and southern areas of the US, along with northern parts of Mexico. What was left into the U.S. devolved into an oligarchy that was known as the Fellowship. This society is highly commercialized and seeks to use the majority of Changelings for military purposes. There are a few other factions on the rise, as well, such as some who support Changelings having complete power, but these are rather disorganized, and there are so many different groups that focus on this main idea that they spend more time warring with each other.

Adding to the two primary warring factions, there is also an issue with the wildlife; it appears that animals can also become “Changelings,” as well, and change in form. As a result, some attacks have risen, as those who hunt come in contact with such creatures who they try to kill for hunting purposes, only to have the animals fight back after surviving a gunshot.

“Curse marks” have arisen. This is an unnatural process by which some people are trying to force themselves to become Changelings. It is done when they transfer Changeling blood to themselves. The process results in death the majority of the time, but on rare occasions the transference is successful and the person survives, gaining the Changeling’s abilities. This comes with some major consequences, however, and if anyone wants to have a Cursed Changeling they will need to pm me for information on these consequences. Only a select few Cursed Changelings will be accepted.
 
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There was a soft sound of chatter as booths slowly began to open that morning, those who were anxious to enjoy the Festival and those who avoided crowds arriving to enjoy themselves. The May weather was perfect for the May Festival; the school had been let out for the summer just a few days prior for the sake of those traveling to avoid the upcoming blaze of Arizona’s summer. The festival was well-known throughout town - its many contests, carnivalesque games, and the small number of rides that were all designed to fit a wide variety of Changelings enticed Norms and Changelings, alike.

In retrospect, Clarksville wasn’t a bad town; like most places in the Primacy, it was seen as a safe haven for ex-Fellowship citizens. Its small amount of commercialism when compared to the Fellowship, who was now naming cities based on the highest bid from a company. The entire situation was rather ridiculous.There was also the fact that Changelings were being pressured to join the war efforts and were often times paid less because they “have skill sets not available to Norms,” of course.

Riley looked around nervously as she walked through the Clarksville park. The pleasant smell of food on the grill mixed with warm emotions to create what would be a pleasant environment for Riley, but she couldn’t enjoy any of it due to her own anxiety of what was to come. She was supposed to keep an eye out for Them, and the fact alone was enough to make her nervous. She glanced at her phone. There was still a bit a time before she had to tell them if it was All Clear - if all the emotions in the area were calm. From what she gathered, they just needed a few specific people who had caused a few issues - there wasn’t any harm in that, right? Right…

The internal debate continued as Riley sat down at a bench, closing her eyes as she let out an audible sigh. Even in the heat of Arizona, she continued to wear her jacket, sleeves rolled up to her elbows as the attire’s presence caused more of a detriment than anything. Even so, the jacket was somewhat comforting to Riley, so she usually refused to take it off, only going as far as to tie it around her waist. The habit might change, however, given the fact that she was placed in Arizona for her first mission. Her first mission... what would happen if she slipped up? The thought made Riley wince and she opened her eyes to look around. Maybe she should talk to someone to distract herself…

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Daniel

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A magazine cover drifted across the ground before floating up into Daniel Richards’ hand. He glanced at it cover before shaking his head at the title (“Fellowship elects President Legerman! How will our relations change?”) and releasing it, the paper drifting away and landing in a trashcan nearby as he walked towards the park. It was the first Friday after the high school being let out for the summer, so he decided to leave for the May Festival early to avoid the crowd. He nodded and smiled a light greeting towards each person he passed, his blue eyes hidden behind his sunglasses and hands now shoved into the pockets of a pair of khakis as he walked. He always preferred walking, though the weather was a bit too sunny for his taste; he preferred the foggy weather of the university he went to in Scotland, the dew settling across the blue-green grass each morning and quiet atmosphere calming to the soul. Even so, it was enjoyable to be among the living after a few days spent inside, wrapping up students’ grades.

Daniel’s steps slowed as he neared the Festival. There was already a small crowd of people filing into the area, the park having been transformed into a series of booths and dinky rides that looked half-assembled. He couldn’t see why it would be an attractive atmosphere for anyone, if it weren’t for the people, themselves. Yes, the people - they came from throughout the town, in diferent shapes and sizes. Norms and Changelings enjoying themselves - even those with more animalistic appearances who would feel out-of-place in other towns. It was one of the main reasons he enjoyed the Primacy; it was a new hope for many who would feel unaccepted in other places, whether it was due to their being a Changeling or some other problem. Granted, it was still a young country, but its population was quickly blooming into a beautiful melting pot, just like the old form of America he had read of in books. Daniel’s lips held a slight, welcoming smile as he walked along the sidewalk and continued to near the Festival.

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Carlos had taken his teenage and preteen grandchildren out to the booths to celebrate May Day. A couple of grandchildren had also inherited Carlos' mutations and powers while others wound up getting similiar beastlike changes as his even if they resembled different beasts "Now don't maul asnyone today" said Carlos "I have organs in my bag if you all ever need a stack" "Yes grandpa" growled one of his granddaughters. "If you ever get lost, be sure to call" Carlos instructed as the oldest grandson said "Don't worry grandpa, it wil be fine."

"Okay now, have fun and call me!" Said Carlos "we will!" Called his oldest granddaughter before they went off to explore other booths leaving Carlos to wander the booths by himself. The booths to Carlos was a call back to the old, grassroots America as opposed to the current Commercialized America. People sold what they wanted to sell, he felt normal in a crowd of beasts as he walked down the currently closed off street. It was quiet, quant and local just like the early days of Clarkesville.
 
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Evan rose from his bed, angrily tired by the amount of noise produced by May Day, the day where everyone just has a fun time and makes friends. As if, the event is poorly made from Evan's eyes, it details nothing of any sort and Evan can only think of it as a "Changeling.. Breeding ground", as much as those few words carried, Evan never liked it from the beginning.

Time was being wasted while laying on the bed, Evan sprang from his mattress and took a shower, a rather quick one due to him feeling overwhelmed and honestly compelled to see what's happening or what is gonna happen during May Day. He than walks back to his room and gets dressed, he dressed in his normal attire, consisting of jeans, a plaid T-Shirt and a blue hoodie, this combo showed rather well during the time of day. Evan proceeded to brush his teeth, and begin loading his pistol magazines and all around making sure nothing was gonna randomly fire into a crowd of 5 thousand or so people. He loads the magazines with .357 and than cocks back the gun, he than only realized what he looked like he was doing. Why does it feel like I'm about to massacre a festival. Evan laughed, than holstered his pistol to his hip, placing his two magazines into his pocket. He covered his pistol with his hoodie and went out to the garage.

Once he entered, he looked to the center of the garage, thinking for a few moments only to shake his head and walk down to his car, where he opened the garage, drove out, than closed his garage door and left his house. At a stop light, Evan checked his phone to see if his shift was today, to his dismay, the bar wasn't open until the festival ended, which not only confused but made him wonder "Why even." He looked back up and started driving again.

It took no more than 20 minutes to arrive to the Festival, from Evan's perspective, it seemed small, which is weird because he lived fairly fair away and somehow, he could hear the cheers of happiness and excitement, across town. Evan shook the thought out of his head. Walking to a bench and proceeding to sit down, where he took out his phone and pretended to read, only, he kept taking semi-casual glances up at the crowd, getting a look at everyone's face one or two times. Evan than looked towards his right and saw a family of walking.. tigers? Dogs? He didn't take the time to remember an animal which specific key features but he was sure he doesn't to know what their talking about.

Overall, he has yet to enjoy the experience and all you could say he's doing is just recon. And now, he waits.
 
Manning one of the dessert stands was Aiyana. Her blue, blue eyes and long hair earned her compliments from the occasional customer as she handed out fried Oreos. "Thank you," she would reply politely, but sadness would flicker across her face, usually missed. "Enjoy!" she said, smile returning as she watched them leave. Her long hair was tied up in a lazy bun, partly because of food stand regulations but mostly because working with fryers in a small space made for a hot environment. In a rare break from customers, she ran the back of her arm over her warm forehead and gazed out at the festivities. The festival sure did look fun for the party-goers... Quickly, she turned and cleaned up the area around the fryers, and looked over to the owner of the stand. "I'm taking my break now. I'll be back in a half hour," she promised. She moved quickly before she could tell her otherwise, and grabbed a small container of fried Oreos to eat.

Aiyana's long legs carried her throughout the festival, and she eyed each stand with interest. She would stop at one specializing in jewelry and buy a wooden bracelet to sit on her wrist. However, knowing she would be on her feet for most of the day had her looking for a spot to relax soon after. Sighing, she stopped at a bench, eyeing the girl who sat there instead. She was young and looked rather anxious. She looked human, too. But, of course, not all changelings looked as outstanding as Aiyana. "Oreo?" she offered, sitting next to the girl and holding out the carton containing one more fried dessert. It was a polite gesture--a sort of offering for forcing her company upon the girl, and Aiyana hoped that the other wouldn't take her up on it.
 
Corrin Wright

After waking up from his sleep, Corrin eyes were hard to opened up. As he started sitting on his bed, a headache slowly made him remembered the busy night he had the last day. After all, his brother had invited him in on a arm wrestling competition, and Corrin wasn't the one to refused a challenge from his dear bro.
Getting drunked, the night was... foggy, to say the least. All he remembered was when a big guy nammed him "Shrimp". The guy's arm was soon broken from the wrestling, making him cry like a big baby. Corrin smiled before taking a fast shower, eating a large breakfast. Preparing himself up while looking on the mirror, Corrin was a short boy, mesuring only 5'2 and weighting 100lbs. Furthermore, his hair was blue but could be considered Cyan. His red eyes were also stunning. He likes his weird look despise his body who looked young.

He leaved his home, thinking about the festival. To be honest, he could stay at his home in order to wait the last after effect of the alcohol to go out. But, he would get bored easily. Maybe annoying some people would distracted him on this free day. After reaching the festival, it was in no time that Corrin was in the mood of the festival. It was one of those rare day when he was not a bad boy toward the other, but his competitive spirit was still there. Participating in a numerous activities, Corrin could won against some comrades he had made before on this peaceful town, but he was still new on this town and he didn't knew a lot of people there. After being exhausted, Corrin had sat on a bench, glancing toward two girls near his bench. He stared badly at the women wearing a jacket. How could she was wearing that with this weather ? It was a mystery. He simply stopped his annoying look, closing his eyes on the bench. A short pause.
 
Evan than begins to actually read recent news with his Phone, he gave up looking at everyone's face, he found it to be too much work and overall, his brain was already full of thousands of faces. Evan didn't have much to do, he was really just thinking, and... Thinking. His thoughts were interrupted by the static shock of a sting in his head, it felt as if his skull was in the middle of a superhero fight, he knew that how he explained it was not explained well and detailed. Evan endured about 5 minutes of it, before he popped a Tylenol. As he did this, a blue-haired, red-eyed man sat next to Evan.

Evan took about 2 minutes to examine the man, and try to understand what he was doing, in simple terms, he was viewing some women. It was hard to understand if the man was checking them out or trying to figure out why their wearing jackets during summer. Evan made a quick answer to that and it's possibly because they are terribly chilly, could be Changelings. Or they have air conditioning in their jackets, if so, Evan might wanna get one of those. Aside from that, Evan examines the man one last time until he returns back to his phone.

He opened his mouth, as if he was about to start preaching, but Evan steered away from it as, well... A random person sitting next to you with his phone out, red-eyed, and beginning to talk to you is pretty out of there, as is the Festival.
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Riley's thoughts were distracted by the young woman who sat next to her. The platinum hair and striking blue eyes suddenly made her very aware of her own plain appearance, brown hair and brown eyes greatly contrasting the girl's image. Riley felt a twinge of jealousy and consequent dislike, but she still offered a tight smile as the paler, longer-legged figure sat down. Riley hoped this girl wasn't an empath Changeling, as well - if she was, Riley knew that her own form would be reeking of envy and momentary a dislike so strongly it could be sensed for several meters.

The blue-eyed girl offered Riley a fried Oreo, and the envy mixed with guilt. "No - thanks, though," Riley responded, her smile slightly more relaxed as she noticed the girl's emotions when offering it. She was probably offering out of politeness. Another glance at the phone. There's still some time...

Riley spoke to help ease her own nerves. "Are you working at one of the booths or just here to enjoy the day?" She asked, her round eyes traveling through the crowds and studying each person, noting a few freaks who looked more beast than human. They always unnerved her, for some reason. As she spoke, she showed some sort of strange eagerness, as though she was constantly searching for something to discuss. "I honestly don't know why I came, myself - I normally don't come to large get-togethers very often. They tend to become overwhelming with all the stuff going on, y'know?"

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The smell of fried foods, grass, and cheap wood merged together to create a distinct smell unique to festivals, the strongest of smells radiating from the funnel cake booth, as usual. Daniel navigated through the maze of people and booths, noticing one of his students, Riley, talking to another girl. It was good to know that she seemed to be adapting well since moving to Clarksville not long ago. Even now, however, she had that strange sense of restraint, as though she was observing every part of the situation and carefully calculating the best way to respond, making none of her reactions seem natural to Daniel.

Daniel stopped walking to watch a few beast-like Changelings run past him. He smiled at the welcoming sight and walked towards the Changeling who he believed to be the grandfather.

"Your family tree is impressive," he mused. It was a strange sentence to start a conversation with, but Daniel thought nothing of it.

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Carlos Mendoza

Carlos walked around politely greeting nearly everyone he came across, He has a few items in a shopping bag including bracelets, wristbands and other accessories. A couple of his more plant tolerant grandchildren were eating frosted strawberry funnel cake as he supervised them. When he was stopped by a humanlike Changeling "Oh thanks" said Carlos "They're little rascals at home I tell ya" He wanted to make freindly conversation for it was a social event and was interested in speaking with the person who stopped them.
 
Rianne
After waking up and dashing to her bathroom to shower, Rianne grabbed her clothes out of her dresser and quickly changed into her denim shorts and t-shirt. Grabbing her bag, she attached it around her waist and threw her thin jacket over her arms and ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning!" she chirped to her parents, skidding to a halt behind them and jumping up to give them each a hug around the neck. They laughed, repeating the words to her as she reached around them and snatched a piece of bacon from the plate beside the stove. "Thanks!" she cried as she shoved the piece of meat in her mouth, spinning around and dancing into the hall to step into her boots.

Once her feet were comfortably placed in her shoes, Rianne quickly opened the door in front of her and dashed out, headed for the festival. Biting her lip, she urged herself to run faster, living a bit farther than she would've liked, seeing as she'd wanted to be there when the booths first started to open. She cursed herself for oversleeping as well as her gluttony. But man, did she really want to try some of the food...

Catching sight of the edge of the crowd near the entrance to the festival, Rianne smiled, feeling some much needed energy rush through her veins as she put on a final burst of speed. "Almost there..." she murmured to herself, imagining cups of coffee and lemonade and multiple fried foods dancing in circles above her head. Rianne had to catch herself before she started to drool.

Ducking under random people she didn't recognize, she laughed softly to herself, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she heard someone shout at her. Her laughter grew in volume and her eyes closed as she turned to face forward again only to crash into a tall male who looked to be slightly younger than her father. Letting out a startled yelp, her small form fell back, causing her butt to slam onto the pavement. "Owww....." she whimpered, rubbing her lower back. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked to try and get rid of the glare of the sun in her eyes before properly noticing the two adults in front of her.

"Uhhhhh....." Rianne bit her lip, her expression twisting in nervousness. "Sorry...?" she offered up weakly.

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Carlos quickly stepped back a couple of inches as Riane fell down. Concerned for the stranger's safety he said "Oh no" while holding a calloused hand-paw down to her. He wanted to be polite and to offer assistance before saying "Need help?"
 
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Aiyana was relieved to be keeping her last dessert. Before the girl had the chance to change her mind, she went ahead and ate it herself and rested the empty carton beside her on the bench. She watched the girl glance at her phone, supposing it was pretty normal for a teenager. But something about the expression on her face had her curious about what had the other so anxious. She might have asked, but Aiyana was still chewing the Oreo when the girl turned a question on her. She blinked and made a face as she quickly finished her snack before licking her lips and sighing. "Working the fried dessert stand, next to the lemonade one," she said, pointing off in its general direction.

She nodded as the girl explained her anxiety. "One of those super introverted kids, yeah?" she guessed. "Not a huge fan of the crowds either, but stands make for some easy money. I'm Aiyana, by the way." She would wait for the girl to introduce herself, as well, before asking another question: "Are you waiting for someone?"
 
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"Erm, not an introvert," Riley smiled nervously as she tried to explain what she meant while not explaining too much to te point where the girl lost interest or did not want to talk to her anymore; some people become wary of Riley whenever they find out that she can read emotions. There's something about realizing that something you consider secret and secure can be easily examined, with its darkest crevices poked and prodded at that unnerves people. It's a good thing Riley has never gone on to explain that she can influence emotions, as that would have made the situations far worse than they already were. "More like... I'm a Changeling and my, ah, ability involves having an extra scent of some sort, it tends to get overwhelming in large crowds because of it." Granted, in this case, the crowd wasn't the source of her nervousness, but no one needed to know that.

The girl then introduced er name as Aiyana. Riley noted that even this person's name was more exotic than her own. She introduced herself with a smile and a nod as she said, "'Name's Riley. Nice to meet you." When the girl followed her answer with a question, however, Riley's shoulders visibly tensed in spite of the smile that remained on her face. Her mind scrambled for a response. "Yeah, but they're taking a while - late, for some reason." She glanced at her phone once more, wondering aloud in order to add to the statement, "Maybe I should text them or something..." She looked back up and leaned back into her seat. "I'll wait - it can wait," she sighed.

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Daniel
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"They sound like a handful," Daniel mused. "How many do you ha-" his question was interrupted by something hard ramming into his back, and he winced and moved forward to stay balanced - it was difficult to tell that it was anything close to what was a stumble so much as a someone taking few steps forward. Daniel turned around to see a young girl, his wince turning into a smile.

"It's okay, though I must say that your head is quite hard," Daniel stated. Due to his tone of voice, he sounded more like he was serious than actually joking. The older Changeling was already offering the girl a hand, so Daniel stood to the side and continued speaking. "I should not have been standing in the middle of the walkway, after all, so it may be more my fault," he smiled, and curiosity as to why the girl was running added a question to his statement. "Are you running late for something, perhaps?"

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Corrin Wright

Corrin could have slept after having such a busy morning because of the festival. However, sleeping next to a stranger felt like disturbing. After noticing that the man next to him started glancing come and go, Corrin felt even more anxious about this whole situation. The headache from the morning came back, even more painful then before. He noticed the Tylenol that the man had took before. Not even hesitating, Corrin had approached the man closer, taking one pill from wherever was the Tylenol box. He was extremely fast in his maneer, almost 2 time faster than a normal human speed with his hand. He remembered taking this medicine when he was younger. "You're useful, thanks." He had a deep voice. It could surprised anyone as he was looking like a kid. The scariest fact was that his own act was totally normal, but it was in true extremely disrepectful.

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Evan watched the blue haired man sat confidently, more or less, and took one of Evan's Tylenol. Evan fell into disgust as he watched the man take the pill, though on the outside, Evan smiled reluctantly. In any case, Evan didn't care too much about it, his thoughts on the matter being: "He should've just asked". Evan turned his head away from the man, looking back down to his phone and repeating his cycle. Than, after several seconds, he put his phone away and asked the man: "What's your deal?" The sentence was bland and unspecified, Evan corrected it in his next statement. "I mean, with the headaches and all that." Chachalotte Chachalotte
 
Aiyana blinked and nodded. "I'm a Changeling, too," she said with a small grin as she looked the other girl up and down. She didn't quite look the part--so many Changelings were obvious in their appearance. This girl was not. "Nice to meet you, too, Riley," she added, a new hint of friendliness in her voice now that she knew the other was like her--to a degree, at least. She crossed her long legs and sat back against the bench, eyes flickering about before turning back on Riley. She continued to smile, but she seemed tense. She must've been worried about whoever it was she was waiting for. Though, she was rather vague about the details, and Aiyana's gaze narrowed at the ground in curiosity.

"If it'll make you feel better, you might as well text them, right? What else are phones for?" she suggested.

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Rianne
"Ahaha...." she chuckled awkwardly, reaching up to accept the paw in front of her. "Thanks, sir." she told the older man once she was standing upright. Brushing off any possible dirt from her backside, she focused on the other man, the one she'd bumped into and gave him a bright grin. "Running late?" she parroted. Rianne shook her head with a laugh. "Nah! Just....fantasizing..." she trailed off, letting out a weak chuckle, knowing she sounded pretty strange.

"Oh! And uh, it's not your fault sir! You weren't in the way at all!" she cried, suddenly remembering the man putting the blame on himself. Rianne bit her lip, feeling a sudden warmth flood her cheeks. "It was ah....my....fault..." she mumbled, embarrassed. "I really wasn't paying attention. I was just so hu-" she explained, only to be cut off by her growling stomach.

She flushed even more, gazing down at the pavement. "...ngry..."

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Carlos Mendoza

Carlos helped Riane up, using a minimal part of his superhuman strength to help her with ease. "It's okay" said Carlos "we all have accidents at some point, no one is perfect." Carlos gave a friendly grin before saying "Name's Carlos by the way." Carlos wanted to make friends with the new person for it wasn't often in his old age to make new freinds, so he asked "What's yours?"

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Corrin Wright

Corrin glanced at the man's phone. He didn't know what was so interesting on this tiny screen. After listening at this answer, he smiled. "Being the star of the festival is pretty exhausting, you know." He said with a confident tone. "I wonder how you can keep looking at your phone despise your headache." After saying that, he stopped looking at him, watching the park around. He knew that after this day, the boring life of this town will return. "What's your name? Mine is Corrin."

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Evan looked up at the man, once he stopped talking, Evan started speaking; "Well, I find that after I take a medication, I can ignore it more easily, increases productivity I guess." Evan began reading the news on his phone, it was boring but kept his mind at work. He was about to do a crossword puzzle but he turned against it. Once the man spoke again, this time asking about his name, Evan responded quickly. "My names Evan." He put his hand out for a handshake, "Nice to meet you Corrin."
 
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This girl is a Changeling too, hm? That explains the stunning appearance...

"They're not that late, so I can wai-" Riley paused when she realized she was about to make a bad rhyme before continuing the second half of the sentence. "er... so I can wait for them a bit longer." She internally slapped herself for not thinking of a better lie than a "friend" waiting for her. Her chocolate eyes looked up and examined the park. Sour emotions seemed to begin creeping from a few people. She noticed each of their eyes glancing towards her every now and then, the glances merging together to create a rainbow of eyes. They unnerved her, for some reason - this entire event, in general, unnerved her.

"So if you're also a Changeling, what's your ability?" She looked at Aiyana before quickly adding, "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

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Daniel raised an eyebrow at the girl's response, amused by her reason for running. "I appreciate your honesty, I'll give you that," he mused. He glanced at the older Changeling, and noticing that he was asking the girl for her name took a step back. "Perhaps I should go, myself - there is quite a bit to ." He looked around the park before looking back at the duo he was speaking to. "Would either of you know if any of the booths here are selling books, by any chance?" He knew that there were some businesses that sold used books at the May Festival, and finding some would be enjoyable.

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Mari tucked a loose strand of hair back to return her hair to its uniform, pulled-back position. She carried a planner in her hand as she walked past each stand, red heels making a slight clicking sound against the sidewalk. In spite of it being earlier in the day, the sun was already beginning to heat up Arizona, Primacy town as people continued to fill the lot, some visiting from nearby areas. Her attire was not suited for this, at all, but Mari found it needed in order to appear professional; people are more likely to seriously listen and respond when the person they're speaking to is wearing business clothes. At least, Mari told herself that as she smoothed out her pencil skirt and approached different groups of people to make sure everything was running smoothly with all of the Festival guests.

((sorry about the sucky post. I am still trying to get into the swing of things))
 
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L O L I T A ., K H A N


"I can't," Lilith said. Still, she was already backing up as her parents moved her out the door, shoving clunky, designer sunglasses over her eyes and pushing a thick cane into her hand.
She let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh. The woman gave the cane back to her mother, Kelsey, but kept the sunglasses. Her eyes were frozen in place, darting occasionally only out of habit. It could be an alarming sight—she could look, but not see, her eyes with the same glazed appearance as a doll's.
"It's good for you," Kelsey protested. The older woman strapped a bag over Lilith's shoulders. "There's money in the bag. I folded it so you can tell how much you're handing over. Get some fresh air. Find a sugar daddy. Or friends. Friends help."
Lolita opened her mouth, taking another step back. She sneered, "I don't need a sugar daddy. If anyone's going to be used, it's me."
"There's always someone better than us, Lily. We aren't at the top yet," Kelsey sighed, slowly inching the front door closed.
"No no no, not yet," her daughter agreed, emphasising the last word with a promise.

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She was able to focus now. There was an object thirty feet ahead. Sound passed through it in intervals. The gate, she realised quickly. The process was fast but tiresome. She reached for the lock, lifting it and pushing the heavy bars open. There was sound nearby. A lot of it. Her heart jumped at the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to hear well with all the commotion. So then, street games were out of the question.
Lolita started walking in the general direction of the noise.
There was a gray area between silence and commotion, where enough sound was being made that she could see with almost perfect clarity, without being overwhelmed. That was how it was now. Gradually, she inched into a blur of confusion. By the time she bumped into the first pedestrian, she was no better than an ordinary human with ordinary disabilities.
"Sorry," she offered half-heartedly, using their arm to balance as she made her way past.

 
Carlos Mendoza

Carlos looked at the man away from Rianne toward Danial saying "I think the used books are all the way down there in front of the coffee shop if I'm not mistaken" Carlos hadn't looked for used books, but did recall seeing some booths giving people books.
Celo Celo
 
Aiyana followed the other's gaze into the crowd, chin up a little more as she met the gazes of strangers. She seemed rather impassive to them, though she tended to stare longer than the opposite party, never flinching away from another pair of eyes. She side-glanced the girl next to her when she asked about her power. Aiyana shifted uncomfortably, and the empath would be able to pick up on uneasiness mixed with hesitant pride. A strange mix of sensations, probably, as Aiyana was new to being a Changeling but constantly being told she was better for it. "Electricity," she said finally. Raising a hand to demonstrate, blue sparks arched between her fingers and down her arm. A smile came to her face as she watched her power manifest, and she even raised her other hand, allowing the electricity to jump between palms. Though, suddenly, she glanced at Riley again and the energy fizzed out as she straightened up. "It's alright," she added a little too casually for the excitement that had brightened her eyes.

Celo Celo
 

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