“Dialing what down?” If this girl is picking up on something from her, she’s one hell of an empath. Allie’s in what she calls Walking Corpse Mode. In plain speak, she’s pretty much numb, emotions lurking too far below the surface for herself to feel, let alone another person. But she looks over her shoulder and around the pool, and there’s no one else in sight.
She looks at Allie speculatively, okay well that’s definitely not where that emotion is coming from. And especially not that strong. “Oh that one is definitely not you. That’s at least two people, maybe three. Unless you think you’re horny enough for at least two people?” she says, with a shadow of a smile. To Angel Allie may as well be a ghost. There’s a trace of something, but it’s easy enough to tune out, it’s nice.
She plopped herself on the bed again, checking the alarm clock battery and wondering the very same thing. “I don’t think this thing lets me choose whether or not it’s a weekend or a weekday alarm,” she replied. “I think it’s just an every day thing.” Which meant that at some point she should probably remember to turn it off for the sake of her roommate. But whatever.
Setting the clock to the side, she returned her focus to Angel, the easy smile still sitting on her face. “Tell you what,” she began. “I’ll restock on coffee on apology, cause I’m pretty sure we’re out. Should I pick up ice cream for later?”
Of course it doesn’t. “That reminds me, why the fuck don’t you just use your phone as an alarm? Then neither of us would have to be up for at least another two hours.” She says, phrasing it like she actually cares about how much sleep Euna gets. Spoiler alert: her only vested interest here is that tomorrow is Sunday and she doesn’t want to be awake before noon on a day she doesn’t even have class.
Did she want coffee or did she want to keep her roommate under the impression she hates her guts? Angel looks at Euna thoughtfully, nope that one’s a lost cause. “Cookies n cream ice cream and I’ll call us even.”
The alarm had managed to make its way into her dream, so when Euna woke up sprawled face down on the ground, legs still tangled in the bed sheets and not comfortably in a tree, she was more than understandably confused. Five seconds later and it finally registered that there was an alarm buzzing in her ear holy shit she needed to get up, and she let out a yell that vaguely resembled that of a velociraptor.
Flailing her arms to sit herself up she ran around the room, rushing to put her things together before finally registering a sticky note on her closet door. “Saturday,” she muttered, blinking at the neon paper. A breath of relief escaped her and she turned around with a slightly manic grin on her face. “So were you going to just let me run out without telling me or were you going to stop me?” she asked, laughter running underneath her words.
Angel’s already requested a dorm change. Multiple times in fact, but no, faculty and their dumb ass rules about perma-dorming to promote teamwork or some shit. All it’s promoting in Angel is an urge to commit murder. First there’s the alarm buzzing at ass o’clock in the morning. Second there’s an inhuman fucking screech making her ears bleed. Then it’s the last minute rush to get ready finally convincing Angel she’s not going back to sleep.
“Not a morning person Euna,” she hisses through clenched teeth. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands, and flutters her wings sleepily. Could she break that alarm without Euna noticing she wonders absent-mindedly. “Why do you need to set the damn alarm on a weekend? Aren’t weekdays bad enough?” Angel doesn’t even have to wake up early on weekdays, she’d taken all afternoons, but of course Euna.
rory was taking a shortcut through the dorms to get to his room on the other side of campus. he’d been in a cabin for a bit, but the envirronmental impact was worse than living in the school. he kept it open for a bit, but mostly to chop wood. “you should go back to the dorms. it’s after-hours.”
She snorts, “Yeah well there’s a reason I’m not in that cesspool.” Absently she wonders if he’s just being a stickler or if there are actual rules about being here at night. She’s sure there are safety rules about the pool itself, but the whole room? “I meant what I said about the emotions,” she says turning to face him, and making a gesture to turn it down.
bailey sat on top of the science building a lot, and while she wasn’t technically supposed to, she didn’t get caught often. when she heard footsteps, she turned a little and looked in the direction of where they came from, “i hope you’re not here to try and kick me off this roof.”
“Depends, will that get you to go flying with me?” Angel asks, sitting down next to the only person in this institute she can fucking tolerate. “I think I’ve seen you up here a couple times, looking for a place to think?”
being in the dark, was where she felt the most peace. it was silly really, being named after a flower that needed the sun to survive and yet she flourished in the darkness. she glanced up at the person who walked into the empty classroom and let out a sigh, scooting off the desk she’d been perched on. “and here i believed that the lights being off would defer anyone from intruding..”
“And here I believed this classroom isn’t your property. Silly me, but oh wait,” she says laying the innocent tone on thick. Of course Angel had noticed someone was in the room, but the whole school was a little crowded at the moment, and one person she hated was better than five she was indifferent to in this scenario.
despite being at the phoenix foundation for ten years, priscilla felt like she was so out of place. the woman hadn’t got over past traumas and it seemed that most knew that they were walking on thin ice when in her presence. she had never been a leader and there was a risk that her newly found power had the potential to get to her head and cause harm to others; this would have gone against the very values of the institute so it was best that they kept an eye on her. still, she hadn’t got over past traumas and they plagued her mind frequently. brow furrowing as priscilla heard the younger woman’s voice, they soon raised as she turned her head. “excuse me?” those with these type of powers were far too intrusive, especially when she tried so hard to put up a tough front. “you should probably enroll in extra lessons, if you’re having trouble dealing… little girls that think they know everything test my patience.” the woman didn’t have the intention to be condescending when she had opened her mouth. instead, her bitterness had taken over and she needed to make her opinion known, even if the other could already sense her frustrations. her problem was that it was delivered in an extremely defensive way…
There’s not a lot Angel can find to like about the empathy. Wings on the other hand: she shares with both her parents and baby sister so there are many happy memories associated with them. However, it is a lot easier to get under other people’s skin when you can tell how they’re really feeling. She smirks, “I said your emotions are loud, can you not?” That was the part that had set her off right? The thought that Angel could tell the difference between her illusion and reality. “I don’t think I know everything, but I sincerely hope I know how my empathy works,” she shoots back with a derisive snort. Easy for people who didn’t have her power to say ‘get out of my head’, she couldn’t, and she’d damn well tried. She sat with an instructor, but as soon as they started to feel even a twinge of frustration she’d start shutting down their efforts to help her. Eventually she’d started to give up on empath classes, and focused on her wings instead. At least they could offer her help in that section. She knew how to properly care for them, and preen them, and had even managed to acquire some wing oil through the institute that she made sure to use on her wings every morning.
“Sometimes this place feels like such a waste of my time,” Angel mutters, sensing someone approaching, and tensing as their emotions pelt her. She’d come to the pool late at night to escape the emotion of the dorms. You’d think everyone would feel peaceful once asleep, but no, these kids had fucked up memories that turned into fucked up dreams. “Do you mind dialing some of that down? They’re feeling kind of loud.”
Hey y’all! Super excited to be back in a super power rp with my favorite mutation ever: flight. I’m Sleepy and this is Juliet so give this a like or hit me up to plot!
❛ OLIVIA HOLT, 21, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ❜ ― was that JULIET HALIFAX? the COLLEGE JUNIOR has been attending for the foundation for THREE YEARS. some say they are LIVELY, but they can also be IMPULSIVE. their mutations include wing manifestation, and empathy, which may be why they also go by ANGEL.
Meet Juliet Halifax;
Juliet grew up in a family of four. She was closest to her mother from a young age, but also treasured her baby sister.
From her parents she had inherited her wings. Fluffy white ‘dove’ wings with edges of silvery-grey that had dwarfed her til she was almost thirteen. Her mom called her an angel.
Both of her parents had wings themselves, as did Bailey which meant family bonding time was often spent in the air. Juliet would always take time in the air with her parents over time with friends. Wholesome family bonding stuff etc.
When Juliet turned thirteen she started experiencing really violent mood swings. She’d combust into anger for no apparent reason, or sink into a depressive state, or ride all the way up to the top on synthetic cheer.
But normally it swung to anger, and she’d stay there. School counselor’s inspected her home life thinking maybe a divorce was in the works or maybe a baby was on the way or just anything that explained the change from affable preteen to moody teenager.
Suspecting the uncontrollable mood swings may be cause by a manifesting mutation her school called in a specialist.
Empathy they told her. Her body was growing accustomed to housing emotions that weren’t hers, and apparently she was too young to be able to differentiate between her emotions and people around her. All she wanted was for it to go away.
The specialist recommended homeschooling or at least a school with a smaller class size. Her parents agreed it’d be for the best, and she transferred away. The specialist also recommended The Phoenix Institute, but that was costly. She tucked the brochure away at the bottom of her bag.
Her new school was nice enough, it was a just a step away from private school, the kids here were wealthy and had known each other from a young age. In other words Juliet was an outsider.
Starting her sophomore year some of the other students started taking an active interest in her. Her wings had always turned heads, but now it wasn’t her wings they were staring at. She was beautiful and many of the boys and some of the girls were interested in their closed-off outsider.
Two years of exclusion by her classmates had changed Juliet. She didn’t trust as easily or open up as easily as she had previously. Juliet had her parents and her baby sister, and she’d decided that was enough.
Of course she still accepted invites to parties, her parents were worried about her isolating herself because of her empathy. Her temper hadn’t improved over the years, and she hadn’t learned a guaranteed way of differentiating her emotions from other people’s.
Halfway through her sophomore year one of the seniors approached her. She didn’t need her empathy to detect his attraction, but that wasn’t the only reason he’d approached her. He didn’t have any powers, and was fascinated by hers.
His emotions felt comfortable to her, his curiosity was airy, almost child-like. So she indulged him. She spread out her wings for him to see, and then started explaining her empathy.
She told him she always knew how the people around her felt, but in a large crowd she couldn’t pick out who felt what. Hesitantly she started to explain she’d started to experiment with ‘editing’ as she called it. Her hands started to glow as she stoked his curiosity.
He said she looked like an angel with her hands glowing and those giant white wings. She liked the way he looked at her when he said it.
She became close to him, they often sequestered themselves off from other students as he knew she didn’t like being in their emotions as much as his. He started asking her to edit his emotions, kind of creating a synthetic high. Juliet liked to oblige.
Eventually she grew curious and asked him what it felt like. He did his best to explain, but in the end just ended up finding her some ecstasy.
He’d meant it innocently, but Juliet became addicted fast. Emotions from the student-body became indiscernible in her haze, and she begged him for more.
Their relationship became unhealthy, he used her for his high, and she used him for hers. They slept together, partied together, and bailed each other out of trouble time and time again. By the time he was graduating their codependency had ruined them.
For the next year afterwards it seemed like nothing would change. She continued to meet him, and accompany him to parties. College parties now. Except finally at the beginning of her senior year her parents caught her out at a liquor store when she’d sworn up-and-down she was spending the night with ‘Melanie’ the code name she’d given him.
With her parents on red alert her supply of emotion-numbing drugs ran dangerously low. She started going through withdrawal, and her parents didn’t even know. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, food lost it’s appeal, and had her parents fooled into believing these might be a side effects of her empathy.
By the end of the year her parents had decided enough was enough and she needed help with her ‘empathy issues’ so Juliet dug that Phoenix Institute brochure out of her closet and enrolled herself.
misc;
She’s become even more closed off than before, and has been known to be a little manipulative of unfamiliar people or anyone she isn’t close to.
Aka she’ll manipulate your emotions for the hell of it, she’s learned how to use her empathy as a stand-in for drug use.
Also call her Angel, she stopped using Juliet somewhere in her junior year of high school.
She has a tendency to fly ‘laps’ in the pool area. She says it helps keep her in shape, honestly it helps keep her from losing her mind.
In a group of more than ~fifteen people she can’t differentiate between anyone’s emotions. In a group of more than ~30 she can/t differentiate between hers and not hers.
connections;
honestly anyone who can stand her besides her sister would be nice
the person who introduced her to the idea of Phoenix almost a decade ago
probably some people who hate her
fellow college students who might dorm w her
someone who doesn’t have powers that wants powers who she can resent
