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[Imagine Pennier]

Imagine had been going to school for about 1,000 years. Humans complained about how long they had to go to school but they didn't know anything. Now it was a choice for her, she found it more interesting then anything else. The humans were the best part since they were so...human like. She already knew everything she needed to know and could answer any question the teachers gave her but that would be blowing her cover wouldn't it?

She had been born in Belview and had come back just last year. Maybe it was a risky thing coming back to her birthplace but there was something about it that drew her back. That was before there was "The Seven" which was incredibly stupid. Since when did a bunch of demons and other being get together to destroy the evil. The bad, as they had been called, weren't doing anything really bad just bad stuff while living their life. It seemed silly that magical beings were fighting magical beings if anything they should all gang up on the humans or the witches they were a pain in the ass.

Grinning Imagine left her last class of the day and headed over to her locker to do the lovely little switch-a-roo of books. She easily made her way through the hallways not being stuck behind anyone or running into them thanks to one of her lovely demon powers, agility. It came in handy during the tightly packed hallways. Of course she couldn't use it to her full ability because then people would start talking and once again her cover would be blown. Even worse, one of the seven could find her. Ha. She wasn't afraid of them, they were probably some made up thing to scare being into thinking they were in danger.

Imagine narrowed her eyes at a jock walking next to her in the hallway. His eyes were glued right to the girl walking in front of him's butt. Tsk, tsk. That was no way to treat a lady. Imagine quickly put out her leg to trip him and watched as his big body feel to the ground. Not waiting another second she made her way back into the sea of bodies not to be blamed for his fall. She glanced back and laughed as she saw him struggling to get up obviously confused about how he fell.

Finally she was at her locker so she could get on with the rest of her day and get out of this madhouse. 12. 23. 34. Bending down Imagine picked up a book from her locker exchanging it for the one already in her hand.

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[Alisson Reed]

! Allison's Outfit !

A girl with dark brunette hair that seemed to have a crazy yet innocent wave to it set down the walls, pulling her charcoal grey artist bag over her shoulder, her skull candy headphones hanging around her thin neck. Her hazel-blue eyes darted around her, watching all she could. The thin girl ducked her head, hiding behind her bangs as if she were afraid of the people that surrounded her. That wasn’t the whole truth. Mostly, she hated crowds, unless they were mosh pits. Crowds like this, truth be told, kind of scared her. But mostly she just had a massive headache from so many visions. This wasn’t her power, she knew that. It was just something that every witch could develop. It involved a lot of work with the third chakra, which was pretty intense for some people. All this girl was happy for right now was that she did not possess the talents of an empathy. They felt people’s emotions. And not all emotions were light and feathery, this girl with dark hair and odd eyes knew.

The girl’s name, Allison, was not known by many people and she knew this. Probably the only people here at the school that she actually trusted, no matter how little, were the six other people that had also been sent to Belview by the CIA. That included her honorary big brother Chris and Rachel, who somewhat scared Allison. The other six people in their group seemed to already know each other, but Allison was the new edition, so she was still outside the loop on most things within them. She mentally shrugged. That was the way things had always been with her. She was the outsider, the weird one. Out of a family of fair and beautiful blondes, she was the lanky, awkward brunette, with no features to suggest she belonged to her family. Oh well, that was the past. She tried to tug her jersey knit black long-sleeved tee up to cover her bare shoulder, but the neckline was so stretched out that it refused to stay on her bony shoulders and kept sliding back down. The edges of the sleeves were badly frayed from her pulling the sleeves down to her fingertips and pulling at the hem. Her skinny jeans were sewn and re-sewn in some places. The CIA had given them plenty of money to live, but Allison still looked like she gotten her clothes form St. Vincent de Paul. Which was half true. She shopped mostly at thrift stores. Hey, it was cheap, and then she got to put more money towards things like her headphones, grey converse, and bag.

Had Allison been paying attention, she would’ve seen that the lithe blonde girl in front of her seemed to move to easily through the throng of students at the high school. She would’ve also seen her trip a jock for being rude, not that she would’ve minded that one. But she didn’t, as she was too absorbed in a song that was blasting out of her headphones still hanging at her neck. She never bothered to actually put them on her ears unless she was in the manor. Allison was sure that Rachel would not appreciate listening to her combination of classical/rock/punk songs. Although sometimes she was tempted to see what that girl would do if she did walk around with her headphones around her neck.

Too late, Allison looked up to see a locker door swing open. And she walked right into it. “Ouch!” Allison cried quietly, holding a hand to her annoyingly long nose. Stupid genetics. “Uhm, so sorry, about this…” Allison looked around her as if she were looking for something she dropped, even though she had dropped nothing but what little dignity she had. Wow, what a smart move that was. Looking up, Allison noticed that it was the pretty blonde girl that had been ahead of her for awhile when she’d actually been paying attention to her surroundings. Allison backed away, rubbing her nose. “So sorry. I think… I think I’ll be heading that way…” she told the girl, pointing in a random direction. It took her a while to focus her eyes before she could head forward safely, and a couple more longer moments until she found a break in the crowd to travel with.

[Imagine Pennier]

Imagine had been to school for countless years. She was one of those demons who was extremely old but looked young. She wasn't sure how the whole aging thing worked exactly, it was different for different demons she figured but she was going along with what she had. It had worked out pretty good for her so far, traveling the world, showing up her brother, and just living her life. Being older than the normal human being was definitely to her advantage even if she still think like a teenager.

School was just a prop for her, something to fill her time with and create drama with. It wasn't a place for learning, she doubted it really was for anyone because who really listened to that shit the teachers threw at them? It was just a hormone filled hellhole that was the center for the worst years of people's lives.

Currently, Imagine's life was filled with boring nothingness. She was hoping that it would become more exciting with "The Seven" who she had heard were now, eight. Really she wasn't exactly sure who they were, all she had heard was rumors, what she really wanted to know was exactly what they were up to, first hand. There had been no big drama from them so far which was disappointing, Imagine was looking forward to some good crime-fighting on their part. And then the loss on their part. She wasn't going to wait for them to come strolling up to her though, she was going to find them whether they wanted to be found or not.

In her past life, meaning her life before she came to Belview, it was filled with excitement. Always moving, not caring what she did at each place because she was just going to leave within months. She had no boundaries, she could do whatever she wanted. The so-called good guys that were going to bust all the bad guys was what made her stay here in the first place.

Imagine's blonde hair was loose on her back framing her perfect face. Living on the earth for over a thousand years had worked wonderfully for her looks, she knew exactly how to deal with them. By now she knew exactly what worked on her and what didn't. She was actually where a simple pale yellow dress with spaghetti straps now. A lot of people would never be caught dead wearing yellow but Imagine embraced it as one of her better colors. Bright colors just worked and covered up her true personality.

BANG! Ouch! Imagine peered around her locker to see where the noise and voice came from. Her brown eyes were met with another good who looked about the same age she looked. She had wild curly brown hair that girls with straight hair wished they had. “Uhm, so sorry, about this…” Imagine watched as she looked around for something she thought she dropped only to discover that she hadn't dropped anything. She looked completely embarrassed and awkward. Perfect little situation for Imagine. “So sorry. I think… I think I’ll be heading that way…” Not if she disappeared though.

"Hey wait up!" Imagine called out shutting her locker and walking next to the girl who's nose was probably throbbing now. "I'm Imagine. Yeah, I know strange name but I love it!" She grinned at the girl trying to reassure her. "And you are?" Imagine wasn't looking for some new best friend, just someone to play with and maybe someone who knew more about this town than she did. Maybe that could be considered using someone and if it was, all the better.

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[Alisson Reed]

Allison rubbed her nose, pressing her fingers hard against the bone that stuck out of her face more so than other girls’ noses. Which was fair embarrassing. Allison wouldn’t call herself self-conscious, but it was natural to compare one’s self to others, wasn’t it? It wasn’t like she worried about her looks, she just knew that most girls did not have beaky noses like herself. And because of that nose of hers, she’d gone and run into that pretty girl’s locker. Which was very, very embarrassing. It didn’t help that that girl was probably one of those popular people who would not be able to keep their mouths shut, so Allison’s little event would be all over the school in less than a week. And she had been trying so hard to keep a low profile. She sighed, readjusting her shoulder strap as she tried her best to avoid people. Stupid crowd.

”Hey wait up!” the girl called back to Allison. She rolled her eyes. Great. If that girl was looking for a fight, Allison wanted to get the hell out of there. She may have been recruited by the CIA to fight against the ‘evil’ forces here in Belview and who knew where else, but Allison was not much of a fighter. She wanted peace, and nothing more. Not to mention that Wicca told her that there was no such thing as evil, just people that do not make the best decisions. Which was why she hated the idea of demons and devils being ‘evil’. But, she had to do what she was told. These people were harming innocents. Allison couldn’t let that slide.

The girl came in step with Allison, a smile on her face. Well, unless she was some sort of sadist, Allison was sure that the girl was not looking for a fight. ”I’m Imagine. Yeah, I know strange name but I love it!” Allison blinked. She was talking to her? Well, best make some sort of conversation. ”N-no, Imagine is a very pretty name. It means exactly what it says, I believe…” Allison didn’t make eye contact with the girl, but politely looked up and beyond her face. It was easier to talk to people that way for her. She didn’t have to see their faces, didn’t have to make a connection. Allison was so painfully shy, that she had to come up with some way for talking to people with stuttering so badly.

”And you are?” Allison shook her head. Wow, she was very confused right now. ”Allison. Allison Reed.” she responded as she had been taught. It didn’t come to her until after that it might not have been smart to use her full or actual name. She was one of the ‘Good’. What if the ‘Bad’ people knew her name? That wouldn’t be good… But she ignored it. This girl, Imagine, was probably nothing to worry about. She actually seemed genuinely nice, although that made Allison all the more cautious. The people who shone on the outside, life had taught her, were the ones rotting on the inside. ”You haven’t been here long, have you?” she inquired. She hadn’t ever really seen this girl anywhere in Belview, but then again, Allison didn’t get outside the Ealing Manor much. Unless she went to Sanctum, but that wasn’t very often. Allison didn’t want to go with any of the people living with her, mostly because she was kind of scared of them first off, and second, the one that didn’t scare her was a well-known lady killer. Allison didn’t want to be reviving her old label of ‘slut’.

[Imagine Pennier]

Imagine did things her own way. No one ever stood in her way. Who was there who could possibly stop her anyways? Her parents were long gone and she had already taken care of her brother, the little snot that he was. She didn't have anyone she would be consider a friend because she wasn't really into that sort of thing, all they did was pull you down, much better to have some to take advantage of before they can take advantage of you. Humans didn't stand a chance, even if they thought that they had some power over her, which they didn't. She was living the life that almost every teenager wished they could. Was it as good as it sounded? Hell yeah.

Imagine looked over the girl next to her. She seemed shy and Imagine had never talked to her before. She wasn't the sort of girl that she normally would. Of course that didn't mean she shouldn't or maybe it did. ”N-no, Imagine is a very pretty name. It means exactly what it says, I believe…” Imagine couldn't help but grin. She always loved getting complimented on her name because she loved it so much. It was the one thing that she knew her parents had gotten right, that and the whole learning to be evil thing. "My thoughts exactly!" Imagine had an outward bubbly personality that hid her inward evil. She wasn't one of those "popular" people who just stayed in her clique of friends and was awful to everyone out of it. Imagine was just awful to everyone in a very sly way. No one showed their whole personality on the outside and Imagine was on the extreme of that.

”Allison. Allison Reed.” Imagine step wavered for a second before she gained her composure again and continued on her way with Allison. She thought she had heard that name before. She couldn't quite place it, though. She couldn't be one of the main good ones that Imagine had been looking for, could she? She seemed too timid to be out fighting evil. Maybe that was part of their disguise. Well if she was then that was all the better for Imagine. She needed an in to the good and if Allison was one then she was set, if not maybe she knew more. This was turning out to be a win-win situation.

She was jerked out of her thoughts by Allison talking again, ”You haven’t been here long, have you?” Imagine turned back to her and said, "I've been here for about a year but I've haven't really gotten around. This year I'm trying to reinvent myself, you know?" Imagine had to hold back a laugh at herself while she said the last part. She had heard so many teenagers say that through her travels that she knew that it was probably the most believable and relatable statement she could say. The truth was she wasn't changing herself at all, she was comfortable with who she was but if she seemed insecure and wanting to change then it made her more approachable. It was all in the plan to destroy the world or whatever her plan was.

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[Chris]

Dead. Up in the archives if wanting to pick back up.