The Character Break Room

Cricket

I chucked the empty box in the general direction of the trash can. I'm honestly not sure if it made it in or not, but it sounded like it hit something or another. "You 'ave a name, lassy?" I asked the girl, slipping my hands behind my head.

Artemis remained silent for a moment, debating whether or not she wanted to answer. At last she scooted forward and met his gaze "Artemis" she chirped "and you?"

Cricket

"I'm Cricket, nice t' meet you," I said out of routine, and shook my hair in my face again. It kept slipping, what with the way I was laying down. There we are. Now satisfied with the darkness, I relaxed and began whistling quietly.

Artemis sighed and scooted a little closer "what.. what's that called?" she asked, in means to the noise he was making. she had never heard of it before. well, she had, the guards in the prison her writer often had her in made that noise all the time. though she had no clue what it was.

Cricket

"What's what? Th' song?" I asked, talking in the same tune as my whistling. "No idea. Improvisation." I continued whistling as normal.

"huh" Artemis breathed, scooting even closer "I like it" she gave a tentative smile, then set about looking around the room. where was she anyway?

Peter

I was starting to get kind of thirsty myself. I wondered what there was in the small kitchen over there... I couldn't remember ever going to look, now that I thought about it. I got up from the couch, intending to walk over.

((Lol, here it comes.))

Artemis blinked, startling and tensing up as movement appeared from the side of her sight. great, another bored guard. Without thought, she reached out with her mind and sent the threat flying into a wall, her eyes flashing in fear.

Cricket

"What was that? Oi my my, that sounded something like Peter getting shoved int' a wall. You 'ave three seconds t' tell me that's not th' case, or else I'll be forced t' get up off this couch and see what all th' fuss is about . . . but I 'appen t' be comfy right 'ere, so this'd better not be a false alarm." I didn't even open my eyes.

Artemis- quivering, readying to toss cricket into a wall to if he posed a threat

Peter

My eyes widened as I suddenly found myself flying through the air.

"Ow!" I shouted as I hit the wall, slightly dazed. Sparks danced briefly before my eyes, vanishing as quickly as they'd come. "What the hell was that?!"

Artemis flinched at his tone and he went flying up, hitting a ceiling and several walls before falling to a heap on top of cricket

Name: Mirissa
Gender: female
Age: 15-18?
Appearance: short, red hair
Personality: fiery temper, loyal, betrays artemis a lot
Extra Info: can control the shadows, is blind

Name:Ross
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:5'6", black hair, sword on his waist
Personality: (Optional)working on it
Brief Backstory: (Also optional)Broke away from an entity known as Corruption.
Extra Info: (Also also optional)also working on it

Peter

"Aagh! Aah! Argh! Aa...!" I flew against the ceiling and walls, my head whacking hard against them before I finally came to land on something soft. "Nhhn..."

My vision faded, my eyes closed, and I knew no more.

Ross walked into the room after he had fallen on Cricket. He sees the girl in the corner of the room and looks back at the two guys on the coach. "Am I interrupting something?"

Artemis startled again and ross went skidding back a few feet, lighting bumping into the wall

Ross drew his sword, not sure what just pushed him "Ok who pushed me?" He then turned his attention to the two guys, one was clearly KO'd but the other looked fine "Was it you?"

Cricket

"Oof! 'Oly 'ell!" Something heavy rammed into me and stayed there, all limp-like. Oi my my. "Get off, mate, I'm not a bloody couch!" I shoved, and he rolled off of me and landed with a thump on the floor. I shook the hair out of my eyes, sitting up. " 'Oly 'ell," I repeated, suddenly feeling bad for shoving a passed-out guy onto the ground. " 'Oly 'ell?" My gaze shot to the girl. "Waitpardonwhat was that?"

Artemis blinked and stared up at the guy "ah.. ah.." he was about to attack her, she couldn't help it... it was like a reflex. he was about to attack her.... right?

Name: Icarus
Gender: Guy
Age: 17-ish
Appearance: Tall and skinny.
Shoulder-length shaggy dirty-blonde hair, sometimes pulled into a ponytail; thick-rimmed glasses, and sky blue eyes.
Black tee, white zip-up hoodie, Baggy jeans, iron-toed boots.
Personality: can come off as indifferent to most, but nice enough once you know him. Has a one-track mind.
Extra Info: possesses little conscience, and can end up saying things without thinking.

Ross pointed his sword at the girl in the corner then looked back to the guy on the coach "Ok whats in the gods world is going on?"

(you really shouldn't have had him do that...)

Artemis's eyes narrowed in on the weapon, sensing the threat. It soon went flying out of his hand and embedded itself up into the ceiling.

Cricket

Huh. The sword went flying. That was interesting. Why was I always the only normal human being in these situations? "Who're you and why do you care?" I asked, slipping off the couch and watching the newcomer through my hair. "B'cause I 'aven't got a clue as t' what's going on, so I may as well figure out names."

I walked into the room, and saw the Juice box on the ground near the trash bin. I threw it away, then walked over to the kitchenette, and produced a can of lemonade from the fridge.

Then I realized there were other people in the room. Peter was unconscious next to a sofa, Next to the sofa was a boy with golden eyes, and The boy with the sword seemed to have his sword in the ceiling, and they were both glaring at a frightened-looking girl in the corner.

"What exactly happened here?"