Is it a little too late to join this?

Could the THSYP be recruiting these strange kids for some kind of secret agency or mission? Maybe whoever's behind this will try to extract their powers (and sell them to the ultra-rich? idk)

Poppy~~

I'm still standing in the middle of the benches, nodding to myself. The lady with the tobacco is trouble, she's looking at us like we're children... but it's more than that. I'm almost convinced that she hates us and would like nothing better than to see us dead.

A shiver runs through me, perhaps this was a mistake coming here. 

My thoughts are interupted when a dark skinned boy walks up to me.

"Hey," he says. "I'm Blake, it's nice to meet you!"  

I grin at him, his British accent is a little hard to make out, but it doesn't matter. I shake his hand and say 

"My name's Poppy, it's nice to meet you."

I peer over his shoulder to see the boy he came in with, he's standing uncertantly next to a tree, a little ways away from everyone.

"Who's your friend?" I ask.

"Oh," Blake says, "That's my brother, Alec. He's a little shy." 

I wave to Alec, who gives me a small wave back.

"I wonder when we're going to be leaving? I feel like we've been waiting forever." I groan.

"The lady said we were waiting for four more kids." Blake says.

"Oh boy, I wonder when they'll get here?" I sigh. 

The park was getting a little boring. 

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Holly just said "bruge" Seems like she's thinking about bridges... why?  

Bradleys POV

"I'm gonna do this. No, Bradley, you're crazy. Nope, I'm gonna do this. Nope, changed my mind. You know what, me?! I'm doing this!" I said, talking to myself. I walked to Grant Park, and I saw someone spray painting a bench, and another person walk up to her and say something like "No vandelism".

"Ok, well, I might as well try to talk to someone, considering that I've had a really hard past. Oh, I wish Lizzy was here! She'd pep talk me into doing this, sure, but I wouldn't care. Ok, here I go. Now where can I find a...Aha! There is an empty bench." I said, sitting down on an empty bench, putting my bag down beside me.

How was that?

Name: Flynn Weissel

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Three Interesting Facts About Your Character: 

1. His own parents never spent any time with him, as his mother was always going out to parties and his father was always working.

2. He is nearsighted, and is blind as a bat without his glasses.

3. He keeps a dream journal, and in the outward corner of every page before he writes anything he drawers a seven pointed star. No real reason behind it, just something weird he does.

Appearance: Flynn has dark brown curly hair and deep blue eyes, he’s a little on the short side, and is pretty slim. He tends to wear fancy clothes, such as dress shirts with vests plus a tie and neat black pants, if he’s feeling relaxed he’ll roll up his sleeves a bit. He has black gloves that end just a little past his wrist and wears glasses.

Personality: He's a bit awkward and can be eccentric but he means well, even though he can come off as a bit snobby due to his upbringing. He’s very polite at first glance and will continue to be, but he’s very curious about everything, and often forgets that he should answer people when they’re talking to him, much to the chagrin of his parents.

Background: His family is extensively rich, he is an only child who was raised to be a perfect gentleman, but it didn’t really fix his eccentricness. His family agreed to send him to the school to put him around other kids for once in his life as a last ditch attempt to get rid of his strange behaviors.

Has Your Character Discovered Their Power Yet: Partially(1/2).

What Power(s) Does Your Character Have: He can tell the history of an item just by touching it(Example: He picks up a pencil and he knows how many people have used it and what they used it for), the amount of information can be overwhelming so he wears gloves to prevent contact. He can also walk into people’s dreams, which he does accidentally when he’s asleep in the same room as them.

Strengths: Very rich, incredibly observant(to justify his knowledge about objects from using his power without seeming weird.)

Weaknesses: Physically weak, socially awkward, old objects/objects used often(the amount of information will give him a severe migraine)

Companions: He has a black cat named Milly, who always seems to follow him into other people’s dreams.

Other: Open to ships I guess! Once this shows up I’ll make a rp post for his introduction to the squad

Bowwa

Bow? Boa? A boa wearing a bow? You make no sense someimes Mor.

Hahahah my wifi was down basically the entire day so sorry I'm late, deploying the Boi!

~~~ 

Flynn sat in the car, listening to his grandmother drone on and on and on about his new school while he looked out the window at the passing scenery. He fiddled with his gloves, pinching the fabric at his wrists and pulling it back snugly against his hands. The gloves were always a comfort, having them meant he could avoid making a scene when the time came to greet the other students. The car finally rolled to a stop and his grandmother finished her lecture before giving him a kiss on the cheek and bidding him farewell. 

He stepped outside the car and looked around at the others, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and pulling his suitcase behind him before walking over to the bench across from a girl with a can of spray paint. I suppose this is it. Okay, now all I have to do is be likable and friendly and not do anything stupid or weird. He looked skeptically at the freshly painted bench she’s sitting on before politely walking up to one of the boys standing near it. He has slightly long black hair with a small streak of white. Flynn politely nodded to the boy and said “I suppose it’s best to start off with introductions, and you look nice enough. I’m Flynn, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

~~~ 

Boi deployed! 

eytam

Ey fam indeed. 

~Blake

"Oh boy, I wonder when they'll get here?" Poppy sighs.

"I'm not sure," I frown.

I see a tan boy rush in and sit down on one of the empty benches. He seems to be talking to himself but we're too far away to hear what he's saying.

I glance around to see if anyone is watching and I don't thinkt hey are. I quietly ask her, "Listen, do you have any like weird supernatural powers? Like wonderboy over there?" I gesture to Zed. 

"Uh no" she seems surprised that I would ask, "Do you?"

"Uh," I swallow hard.

I can feel Alec staring through the back of my head. How can he hear this? He doesn't have super hearing. I hope. I really thought I had a theory but I guess not anymore.

Poppy is still looking at me. I really don't think anything gets past her.

"You do don't you?" Her eyes are shining 

"Yea..." I trail off. I can't help but notice that the lady is intensly staring at us. I can also still feel Alec staring at me.

A hand on my shoulder surprises me and I jump turning around. It's Alec.  Shoot.

~Alec

"If you'll, uh, excuse us."  I say to Poppy.

She nods still a little in shock from whatever Blake told her. I have a pretty good guess.

I lead him away from the park a bit, "What the heck did you do?" I whisper yell

"I thought that she would have something like me and-"

"You told her? We swore eachother to secrecy about this!"

"I had a theory okay? I'm weird, the famous boy is weird, It can't be a coincidence. I'm pretty sure we've had something weird happen to us." He says carefully.

The accident immeatietly comes into mind, "Blake, we don't know anything about this." My breath is shakey, "I don't want anything to happen to you." 

"Mate, I'll be fine. I'm the one that has the electricity, remember?" he says shocking me.

"Ouch." I say rubbing my arm

"you'll be fine."

We head back and Poppy is giving us a weird look.

"What should I tell her?" Blake whispers to me

"I don't know! You already gave away alot."

"What's a little more?" He says giving me a smirk.

"Blake, no. you are not telling her." I sigh and shake my head.

"too late!" He is already running over to her.

"Idiot." I mutter under my breath. The woman Is watching us very carefully. specifically Blake. I don't like her.

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@Bakerloo Do you mind if Blake calls Zed Wonderboy? I feel like they wouldn't like eachother much but they could become good friends! 

Poppy~~

Blake is running back over after his brother pulled him away for a conversation. Clearly Alec is not happy with whatever they were talking about. I see Alec jump after Blake lightly touches him. 

Hmm... that is very suspiciuos. Like a static shock... he must be able too...

"Well..." Blake says awkwardly, perhaps deciding not to tell me after all.

"I have like... electric power." he says quickly.

"I knew it!" I say, with a grin. It's always nice to be right. 

"Wait... how?" Blake asks, confused. "You believe me?" 

"Yes, I wouldn't have though, if I didn't notice you shocked your brother." 

"Are you sure you don't have supernatural powers?" Blake asks. 

Was I sure though? I dismissed the "special power" note at the bottom of the letter... but maybe they weren't pulling a prank after all. 

I remember it like it was yesterday. The feeling of warm, tickilish grass under my feet. The sound of cicadas buzzing in the air and sweat running down my back. 

A crowd of people, dressed in black, I myself wearing black. Crying. They said I couldn't see my parents ever again, that they were... dead.

But they weren't dead, they were standing under a big, glowing tree, staring sadly on. I couldn't reach them though, the tall lady with blood red hair was taking me away.

"Supernatural powers..." I whisper. "I think... maybe... when I was real little... I saw my parents' ghosts." 

Blake and Alec look at me in shock, clearly they weren't expecting that. 

"Uhh..." Blake says, confused.

I frown, thinking back over the years. The people I met on the street, people who would disapear when I turned back. I stopped paying attention to the white, ghostly people when I realized that no one else could see them.

How could I have forgotten? I stopped because people thought I was weird, "talking to air" they said.

And when I looked closer at the park, I reliezed that their were more people than I thought... ghosts... and they were watching me. 

"What do you mean?" Blake asks. 

"I think... I think I've always been able to see them." I admit. 

A shiver goes through me... maybe I should've ignored the invitation instead of coming here. 

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HA HA! (Don't know why I laughed... it's just fun) 

Skiies-

I sit in the bench, wondering why no one wants to sit by me. “Eh,” I say as I use my magic to clean off the bench. “Maybe nobody likes my art...” a tear comes to my eyes but I wipe it away and settle down. I tap into the thoughts of a few people nearby.

Out of charrie: It’s your turn! What’re your charrie’s thoughts as they’re looking at Skiies? Nobody noticed the tear, just so you know