ball of sunshine

Remy Walker | 15 years old | Element Manipulator | Daughter of Wade and Serena Walker | Sister of Terry Walker | Friend to all

[remy-walker-blog]

"It's cooooold."

Remy whines as she pulls her scarf further over her nose, sitting down on the bleachers of the soccer field. Her friend mentions something about going to buy hot chocolate, but Remy doesn't hear it as she watches the figures darting around on the field, warming up for the game. She doesn't even know anyone who plays soccer. Except... She's stuck staring at one jersey for a while. Suddenly, her face lights up as she realizes who it is, lining up to receive a pass: "Caliber!" Remy dimples, standing and waving at her friend. "Hi!"

[remy-walker-blog]

"Owwww."

[arabella-nolan-blog]

“Yeah, but you’re doing it meanly… And I’m not a midget!” Remy protests. Her lips quirk when Bella mentions concentration. “I know, I know… Sorry.” She mutters, scuffing her shoe on the ground. She’s aware that she’s not very good at focusing. She hears that a lot in school. Or from her mother, because her mother hears it from Remy’s teachers. As the girl watches Bella’s mood grow darker, she lets her head tilt, especially as her joke gets shut down. However, when Bella announces that she has an idea, Remy grins. “Awesome! What is it?”

The bright smile wavers when she sees the small pieces of dirt coming together to form a large boulder. “Whaddareyoudoing…” Remy stares with wide eyes, then as Bella speaks, they grow even wider. “WHAT?!” She shrieks. As the rock comes hurtling towards her, Remy screams, her hands sticking out and eyes closing as she waits for impact… But it never comes. Slowly, after a few seconds, she opens her eyes to see that she’s stopped the boulder, and there it sits, suspended in midair. With a gasp, Remy throws her hands up to celebrate, and the rock goes sailing upward, along with more chunks of dirt and the roots of a nearby bush. The redhead scrambles backwards, hands dropping to her sides, causing the large stone to come spiraling down and land back on the ground. A large cracking noise echoes through the air as it splits into minuscule pieces, revealing Remy standing behind it, dumbfounded. “… Whoops.”

“Really? Then, how come you’re so vertically challenged, kid?” She was joking, but as always her voice was a little too harsh to make this obvious. Only the faint glint of amusement in her eyes gave this away, the tiny smirk. However, she watches the way Remy’s mood shifts at the mention of focus, raising an eyebrow. Was she being too strict? She was never sure. “There’s no need to be sorry. I’m not your teacher, I’m just your, uh… helper. There’s no rules here, yeah? But, you have a lot of power in you, kid, you just need to harness it.“ She nods her head, then cringes at herself. “Fuck, I’m going soft. Crap, don’t tell your mum I swore.”

When Remy grins, Bella can’t help but become even more entertained. Poor girl had no idea. The way her smile drops in sync with the giant boulder rising into the air only increased Bella’s laughter, only cackling more as she shrieks. “Hey, I said I’m not your teacher! No health and safety here, kiddo!” She yells her response, still focused upon the rock as it hurtles through the air, just in case she needs to stop it. But, she knows she doesn’t have to when she feels that subtle shift of energy in the air. An expression foreign to her threatens to appear as she watches the boulder instead hover in midair, a safe distance from the redhead: a sickly, proud smile. She resists, however, maintaining her usual calm demeanour, even if she does allow a small grin. “Well don- oh, crap.” It was going so well. Bella dives out of the way just in time to dodge a chunk of rock hurtling her way. She covers her face asshe’s covered in a cascade of the tiny rock pieces, grumbling to herself until it finally stops. As she stands, she flicks her arms outwards, the small fragments flicking from her clothing to join the piles upon the ground. Despite the chaos around them, Bella laughs loudly, shaking her head. “Well, no one can deny your style, Walker.” The brunette chuckles again, nearing the younger girl. “See? I told you, you can do it. Just need a bit of… refinement. Baby steps, eh?” She hesitates, before slowly reaching out to place a hand upon the girl’s shoulder. She pats it, a little awkwardly, but her way of giving some, small praise. “Good job.”

[remy-walker-blog]

"Hey, I'm not that short! I'm average! I think..." Remy's nose wrinkles as she thinks, trying to recall what the doctor deemed her height. She focuses on the problem at hand when Bella speaks again. "No rules? That's dangerous." Remy jokes, but then grows slightly serious when her power is brought up. "I know. That's dangerous, too."

She's not so fond of her power. Sure, it's cool; of course it is. But it's scary, especially when she loses control and hurts other people. She's burnt people, blown them over with wind, and now... Almost smashed them with rocks. Remy rises to her feet once the large rock has hit the ground, wincing as she notices her scraped elbow. She quickly forgets about that when she spots Bella, sighing in relief when the other girl rises, appearing to be unharmed. The girl bites her lip nervously, eyebrows raising as her "helper" begins to laugh. When she's complimented, Remy begins to smile. "Really?" Once she's patted on the shoulder, Remy leans in and hugs her friend tightly. "Thanks, Bella. You're a good teacher." She steps back. "Okay, okay. Hit me again. I'll do better this time. Focused. Okay. Got it. Let's go." She bounces on her feet as if she's about to enter a wrestling ring, tongue stuck between her lips in focused determination.

[remy-walker-blog]

"Owwww."

“That was mean.” Remy sulks, rubbing a spot on her forehead that was turning pink in color. She wrinkles her nose at her cousin, who was supposed to be helping her train but was really just beaming her in the face with pebbles. “It’s harder than you make it look.” The redhead sighs, shoulders slumping. Despite her seemingly perpetual positivity, she was beginning to get a bit frustrated. This power thing had never come too easily to her. “What if we just use a blade of grass or something? That has to work, right?! And it’ll hurt a lot less when you throw it at me,” the redhead giggles, grin returning.

[arabella-nolan-blog]

Bella regarded the younger girl with a raised eyebrow, the only sign of her amusement being the smirk she allowed to momentarily slip through. “It wasn’t mean. I’m trying to help you, midget.” She says with a brief chuckle, shaking her head. “It ain’t so hard - you’ve just gotta’ concentrate.” She exaggerates the word, tilting her head towards Remy with a pointed look. Not that Bella was the best when it came to focus, but whenever she had trained in her ability, she had made certain to do so. It was her way to prove to her father she was the opposite of him; she could have control, where he never could. Anyway to make certain she was unlike him, was good to her. “We’re not using grass.” She says bluntly, lost in her own thoughts. Clearly, what had helped Bella was a little motivation. Unfortunately, the red head didn’t hate her father. Bummer. But, that didn’t mean the woman couldn’t provide another aspect to try and focus Remy’s energy. Bella suddenly grins, a mischievous glint to her eyes as she quickly turns back to Remy. “I have an idea.”

 A pebble may not work, but perhaps a boulder would be a better motivator. Moving her arms, Bella channels the ability within her, wide smile only extending as she forces a chunk of the earth to be ripped from the ground. It moves slowly at first, smaller pieces of rock rolling off it as it rises and hovers in the air. “How about this? Concentrate. Or, squishy time.” And, with that, she sends the large rock hurtling in Remy’s direction, with an amused cackle. Of course, she’d stop it from completely crushing the girl if needs be, but Remy didn’t have to know that.

[remy-walker-blog]

"Yeah, but you're doing it meanly... And I'm not a midget!" Remy protests. Her lips quirk when Bella mentions concentration. "I know, I know... Sorry." She mutters, scuffing her shoe on the ground. She's aware that she's not very good at focusing. She hears that a lot in school. Or from her mother, because her mother hears it from Remy's teachers. As the girl watches Bella's mood grow darker, she lets her head tilt, especially as her joke gets shut down. However, when Bella announces that she has an idea, Remy grins. "Awesome! What is it?"

The bright smile wavers when she sees the small pieces of dirt coming together to form a large boulder. "Whaddareyoudoing..." Remy stares with wide eyes, then as Bella speaks, they grow even wider. "WHAT?!" She shrieks. As the rock comes hurtling towards her, Remy screams, her hands sticking out and eyes closing as she waits for impact... But it never comes. Slowly, after a few seconds, she opens her eyes to see that she's stopped the boulder, and there it sits, suspended in midair. With a gasp, Remy throws her hands up to celebrate, and the rock goes sailing upward, along with more chunks of dirt and the roots of a nearby bush. The redhead scrambles backwards, hands dropping to her sides, causing the large stone to come spiraling down and land back on the ground. A large cracking noise echoes through the air as it splits into minuscule pieces, revealing Remy standing behind it, dumbfounded. "... Whoops."

[remy-walker-blog]

"Owwww."

"That was mean." Remy sulks, rubbing a spot on her forehead that was turning pink in color. She wrinkles her nose at her cousin, who was supposed to be helping her train but was really just beaming her in the face with pebbles. "It's harder than you make it look." The redhead sighs, shoulders slumping. Despite her seemingly perpetual positivity, she was beginning to get a bit frustrated. This power thing had never come too easily to her. "What if we just use a blade of grass or something? That has to work, right?! And it'll hurt a lot less when you throw it at me," the redhead giggles, grin returning.

[calibershepherd-blog]

      Mom always told him that it was okay to cry. That didn’t mean he had to       like it when the waterworks start coming. First week back to school and       it was immediately ruined by an assigned art project and failing to remember       that one of your students is colorblind. Of course, Caliber could have reminded her.       Mentioned it as he passed her desk – if he wasn’t more worried about embarrassing       her than himself. Now here he was, on some bench, a horribly colored art homework       in hand, and an arm wiping evidence of a crybaby off his face. The whimpering and       sniffling went silent when another pair of shoes were seen in front of his,       and his immediate response was always,       ❝ I’m okay. ❞

[remy-walker-blog]

Today is exciting. Well -- every day is exciting. But today is especially exciting. Tonight is the first football game and, as a cheerleader, that means Remy has a busy evening ahead of her. Right now she has to go to the cafeteria to finish coloring the banner that the players would run through tonight, and then there was practice for two hours until the game, and then -- wait.

Remy stops in her tracks as she hears... Sniffling? Blue eyes dart around before landing on Caliber, and she doesn't hesitate before her feet -- clad in brand new white shoes for cheer, thanks mom -- lead her to him. She can afford to be a few minutes late. "Well, you don't seem okay..." She bites her lip, eyebrows furrowed. She squints as she looks at the paper in his hand, head tilting. "This is pretty," she compliments, unsure if that's the truth. It's definitely colorful...

"Is that what you're upset about?" She doesn't want to pry, but if someone's crying, she's not just going to walk by them. "Do you want help with it?"

[rebellious-everdeen]

[arabella-nolan-blog]

There was a rough hand at her shoulder, a brick wall scraping her back. Three men surrounding her in the alleyway beside her apartment block, shouting their demands - she had long ago zoned out, had instead begun to focus on the crinkle between the ugliest’s eyebrows. Only the slap to her face revoked her attention, but the metallic pang on her lips did nothing more than make her smirk with mild amusement. Oh, how she wished to show this rambling troop of idiots her true power; her fingers twitched with yearning, the need to crumble rocks and break structures. Yet, she held back. It was probably best not to kill her employers, anyway. She always liked to let them think they were in charge. ‘Where’s the money, Nolan? We know you have it! This isn’t a game, little girl.’ Money, money, money. This was all getting so boring now. Of course, Bella knew exactly where said money was - safely in the back pocket of some guy she’d lost a bet to. She never could resist a challenge. “I told you, I don’t have your bloody mon-” Bella cuts herself off when she catches sight of a head of red hair at the alley’s entrance, real fear for the situation hitting her for the first time. She cared little about what happened to herself, but if anything happened to the pair of eyes currently watching her, she’d meet a fate worse than death for sure once her family found out.

“Kid. Now’s really not a good time. Go home.” She spoke confidently, trying to convey somehow that she had this all under control. But, if she knew Remy, she knew she was not likely to walk away from someone who appeared to be in need. Perhaps the evening would be interesting, after all.

[remy-walker-blog]

Remy had been on a hunt for the nearest Starbucks when she’d heard loud voices emerging from the alley. Forgetting her need for an iced latte for the moment, the little redhead peeks around the corner, squinting to see what was going on within the confines of the two walls. Her eyebrows furrow as she recognizes Bella, and she gasps when she sees a hand collide with her face. She’s quickly moving towards them when she must halt as she is told to leave. Quickly, the girl shakes her head. “Nuh-uh.” She says, walking towards the situation. “Hey, mister, how about you leave my friend alone?” She says, blinking as the man turns to face her and she sees how much bigger this man is than her. Still, she squares her shoulders and clenches her jaw. “I’ll call the police and tell them you assaulted her unless you leave her alone right now. I swear.” She says, pulling out her phone and hitting the emergency call button.

[ezekielohare-blog]

“Dad, it’s fine.”

“Really, it’s no big deal. I understand. Go be with your class. We can do this another day. Yeah, yeah. I love you, Dad. Bye.” Zeke hangs up with a heavy sigh. He stares at the screen of his phone for a few minutes, before standing from the table and letting out a slow breath. He lays the money for his food, and a tip for the server, on the table. “Another day, then.” 

[remy-walker-blog]

After glancing at the menu outside, Remy had come into the restaurant not to sit and eat, but to get a milkshake to go. No, you know what? She'd get two and surprise her brother. Yeah. Best sister ever. She grins as she gets into line, and has just gotten her wallet from her school bag when she sees a rather glum-looking Zeke beginning to walk away from his table. Tucking the wallet away, Remy steps out of line and goes to her tip toes in order to sling her arm over the shoulders of her taller friend. "You're looking blue, Zekey-poo. Heh. Rhymes. But really," she pauses, frowning. "Are you okay?"

[remy-walker-blog]

Send a symbol to hear my muse talk about their

◌ Mother/Father

⌘ Guardian

▶ Sibling(s)

▣ Relatives

🔲 Best Friend

❥ Crush

◉ Dream(s)

◖ Ideal Partner

¡ Pet Peeves

☰ Occupation

✯ Perfect day

☂ Preferred weather

☢ Personality Flaw(s)

☑ A Favorite (book/movie/song/etc.)

[remy-walker-blog]

♥, ☆, ⊗, ☾

describe a physical action that shows complete trust.

remy is generally a somewhat touchy person -- hugging strangers is not out of the question for her. so, her physical actions are not usually the best means of determining her trust for you. that’s when words would come into play.

would they wish upon a star? if so, what would they wish for?

yes. remy would wish for random things, like ice cream or to do well on her presentation on school. and, later, for caliber to be safe. wherever he is.

what is something that causes them to question themself?

her ability. she hasn’t done much damage with it, but she’s aware that she can. and that scares her.

on a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

she’d be on an adventure somewhere. whether she was on an expedition to get ice cream or just laying on her back lawn, remy is one to declare sleeplessness early on and go do something more fun than just tossing and turning.

[remy-walker-blog]

☯

do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness?

yes. in fact, remy thinks that there is more lightness in the world than darkness. for every darkness, there are multitudes of lightness. at least, that’s what she thinks.

[cittamemes]

HC Prompts;

[remy-walker-blog]

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[minacixusarchived-blog]

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

inspired by here.

[calibershepherd-blog]

remy walker:

basics

AGE: fifteen BIRTHDAY: april 1 HUMAN or S-GENE ABILITY: element manipulation

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[remy-walker-blog]

random questions

– what’s their favorite dish to eat? anything. everything. much like her father, remy loves food. eating is one of her favorite hobies. she’s definitely got a taste for junk food, but honestly, remy would eat anything. if she had to name a favorite, though, she’d probably say ice cream sundaes were her favorite food... because she can put tons of junk on top. – what’s their favorite genre of movies? of music? remy loves adventure movies. she can’t stand “slow” movies -- they have to be moving at all times. the more explosions, the better. she loves back to the future, which she always watches with her brother. she also thinks that the fast and furious movies are pretty cool. (though she’s not object to watching chick flicks with her mom, either.) when it comes to music, remy loves anything that she can get up and dance to. whether it be pop or indie rock, remy will bust a move to anything with a fast beat. – what is their favorite and least favorite season? spring. remy loves spring. she loves the colors, especially - the greens and blues and pastels that just scream spring. she loves the clothes, too -- when you can finally wear shorts after months of gloom and cold. that’s why she doesn’t like winter. after christmas, it’s just months of gray. she does like when her mom makes it snow the perfect, fluffy, white snow, though. snowman building and sledding are pretty great. remy just tries to make the best of it all. – what is their favorite scent or scents? remy likes sweet smells like cotton candy or cake. but she also likes more subtle, sweet smells, like vanilla. mint always catches her interest at times, and she really likes what pools smell like. – what’s on their top five queue on Netflix? lost, daredevil, ferris bueller’s day off, project runway, sharknado  – are they in any sports or fitness activities? remy loves cheerleading. gymnastics and dance are enjoyable, too, but remy loves to cheerlead. she doesn’t understand the reputation that cheerleaders are given. sure, some people are mean, but there are mean people in every group of people. so, remy waves her pom-poms with pride. – how developed are they with their ability? not very. but, though she may not be in very good control of her power, remy is strong. when she gets emotional, especially scared, remy’s power has the potential to cause extreme amounts of damage. she could end lives. but, with more work, she also has the potential to save them.

[uks-gifs]

[remy-walker-blog]

“So. Many. Dates.”

[calibershepherd-blog]

Not a bad save. This had to be the best relief he had felt today. Caliber couldn’t contain the smile of success and joy, and simply lit up when she agreed with him. They both like dinosaurs. That’s cool. “A Petrie fan, huh? Yeah, they’re awesome too. Littlefoots and Ceras too.” Look at him; saying more than five words to a girl. New record. A look of surprise landed on the flower patterned notebook before he took it. “Sure. I like history.” Cal aimed to study her notes, but the doodles on the side called most of his attention. “I like your drawings too.” He complimented. So drawing was another thing they both like. More cool points.

“Okay, here it goes; who was the first vice president of the United States?”

[remy-walker-blog]

This is an interesting conversation. At the mention of The Land Before Time characters, Remy's whole face lights up. "I loved that movie as a kid. I always cried when his mom died. My brother would always tease me." The redhead laughs.

She relinquishes her notebook and sits back, awaiting a question. At the mention of her drawings, Remy's cheeks flame with red. She'd forgotten about them. "Oh, thanks." She laughs bashfully. "It's kind of easy to zone out."

Getting back into focus, she nods as the question is announced. When it's asked, she rolls her eyes. "Oh, that's easy. Thomas Jefferson!" She pauses, trying to look serious, then laughs. "I'm kidding. It was John Adams... Right? No, no, that's right..... Right?"

She bites her lip, then sighs. "You know what? I'm tired of this. The library smells weird. Do you want ice cream? I want ice cream. Let's go get ice cream." If there's one thing Remy loves, it's ice cream. And pizza. And Oreos...especially with peanut butter. They're so good with peanut butter... Shaking her head and blinking back into focus, Remy pulls her bag onto her shoulder. "Coming?"

[remy-walker-blog]

“So. Many. Dates.”

[calibershepherd-blog]

He can’t be blamed for staring. His ability liked to toggle from pinpointing fates to identifying auroras. He was still learning. – And plus, she was pretty to look at, even in his gray world. She stood out.

But oops, Caliber forgot to avoid eye contact.

When eyes met his and a question was sent in his direction, he tensed – stiffed, actually, like a statue. Maybe if he didn’t move a single muscle, she’d somehow lose sight of him. Unfortunately, for this to work, she’d have to be a tyrannosaurus rex. Too bad. Dinosaurs kick butt.

Say something.

“T-rexes are cool.” Not that. “I mean, – Right? They are? Um, … What was the question again?”

[remy-walker-blog]

Remy looks at the boy as he stares blankly at her. "Uh... Hello?" She says, head tilting. Her eyebrows lift at his statement, and she laughs, smiling. How random. "True. I'm more of a Pterodactyl kind of gal myself, though..." She nods to herself, then blinks. "Huh? Oh! History. I'm not so good at it. And I was wondering if you were. But, you know what? Quiz me." She hands over her flower patterned notebook, opened to the page of notes on John Adams (featuring drawings of aliens driving UFOS in the margin). "I got this." She nods confidently, sitting up straight in her chair and waiting for the first question.