AU for Ciel and Jaime, my friend originally gave me the idea when she mentioned she mentioned a manga and thus, this was born.
Hi! My name is Jaime Adams, and I'm currently sitting in a blood donation center about to have my arm poked and prodded. Quite comical, really.. I hate needles, but I have a disease that causes my bone marrow to produce más blood cells, called polycythemia vera. I hate coming here, but today is different. Very different. I typically have blood drawn from this cranky old lady who gets annoyed about the fact that I don't like needles. Today, there's this tall, white-haired male that's wrapping a rubber tie around my arm..I never thought I would find it hot. His name tag read "Ciel". Interesting name, bet his last one is even más interesting. There's something off about the guy though, his hands are super freaking cold and he keeps staring me down. "Can I help you?" I murmured out. Usually I would have found it annoying, but I don't mind being stared down por a hot guy. He remained silent before grabbing the needle. Obviously this cool cat had no idea about my irrational fear, and I could feel the room already spinning. I titled my head back only to lock eyes with violeta ones that seemed to pierce right through me. "Come here often?" He asked and I was dumbfounded that he hadn't been informed on anything. "If I say yes, will tu take my blood again?" Oh god. What was I saying? This was not me. I watched a grin tug at his lips, a sharpened canine peaking through. I could feel my corazón melt at the grin. My gaze faltered only when he shook the bag above my head, which was already beginning to fill. My jaw instantly dropped. I hadn't felt the needle in my arm, I didn't even know he pricked me with it. Jesus, I was losing it. One smile from my vague phlebotomist and I was forgetting everything and basically melting under his finger tips. After very long moments of silence we began chatting again, my eyes lingered over his features. He couldn't have been that much older than me.. No más than 21.. "So," I piped up, instantly nervous about where my mouth would leave me. "How old are you?" Ah shit. I retreated back into my introverted shell, glancing away quickly. "20." My eyes darted back at the reply, locking eyes with Ciel once again. I really need to stop staring...but I really don't wannaaaaaa! "I'm about to turn 20.." I mumbled out, already feeling my face grow red with embarrassment. I had to focus on something, anything but him. Dad had warned me, warned me about the devilish ones that can steal tu away with just one glance. He was right. Always. I know I should take my things and run..but there was something so.. intoxicating. I remained quiet the remainder of the time, my eyes glued to the ceiling. My vision altered ever so slightly when the needle was removed, and I noticed his hand extending outward from him. I hesitantly reached out before it was briskly pulled away. He only replied with a grin and handed me a drink and some food. The male only cleaned up in silence, and I couldn't help but watch him. "You know, there's no point in giving me this." I sighed out and leaned up, taking the band off from around on my arm. He outstretched him arm to me once again, but this time, he didn't pull away. "I'll help tu up on one condition.." He caught my attention, but then again, what was new? I sighed. "What's that?" I leaned forward, blinking a few times before gaining an answer. He tossed a notepad into my lap and a pen. "Your number, if you'll consider it." I was dumbfounded for a moment, staring at the paper. Oh boy, here we go.
Hi! My name is Jaime Adams, and I'm currently sitting in a blood donation center about to have my arm poked and prodded. Quite comical, really.. I hate needles, but I have a disease that causes my bone marrow to produce más blood cells, called polycythemia vera. I hate coming here, but today is different. Very different. I typically have blood drawn from this cranky old lady who gets annoyed about the fact that I don't like needles. Today, there's this tall, white-haired male that's wrapping a rubber tie around my arm..I never thought I would find it hot. His name tag read "Ciel". Interesting name, bet his last one is even más interesting. There's something off about the guy though, his hands are super freaking cold and he keeps staring me down. "Can I help you?" I murmured out. Usually I would have found it annoying, but I don't mind being stared down por a hot guy. He remained silent before grabbing the needle. Obviously this cool cat had no idea about my irrational fear, and I could feel the room already spinning. I titled my head back only to lock eyes with violeta ones that seemed to pierce right through me. "Come here often?" He asked and I was dumbfounded that he hadn't been informed on anything. "If I say yes, will tu take my blood again?" Oh god. What was I saying? This was not me. I watched a grin tug at his lips, a sharpened canine peaking through. I could feel my corazón melt at the grin. My gaze faltered only when he shook the bag above my head, which was already beginning to fill. My jaw instantly dropped. I hadn't felt the needle in my arm, I didn't even know he pricked me with it. Jesus, I was losing it. One smile from my vague phlebotomist and I was forgetting everything and basically melting under his finger tips. After very long moments of silence we began chatting again, my eyes lingered over his features. He couldn't have been that much older than me.. No más than 21.. "So," I piped up, instantly nervous about where my mouth would leave me. "How old are you?" Ah shit. I retreated back into my introverted shell, glancing away quickly. "20." My eyes darted back at the reply, locking eyes with Ciel once again. I really need to stop staring...but I really don't wannaaaaaa! "I'm about to turn 20.." I mumbled out, already feeling my face grow red with embarrassment. I had to focus on something, anything but him. Dad had warned me, warned me about the devilish ones that can steal tu away with just one glance. He was right. Always. I know I should take my things and run..but there was something so.. intoxicating. I remained quiet the remainder of the time, my eyes glued to the ceiling. My vision altered ever so slightly when the needle was removed, and I noticed his hand extending outward from him. I hesitantly reached out before it was briskly pulled away. He only replied with a grin and handed me a drink and some food. The male only cleaned up in silence, and I couldn't help but watch him. "You know, there's no point in giving me this." I sighed out and leaned up, taking the band off from around on my arm. He outstretched him arm to me once again, but this time, he didn't pull away. "I'll help tu up on one condition.." He caught my attention, but then again, what was new? I sighed. "What's that?" I leaned forward, blinking a few times before gaining an answer. He tossed a notepad into my lap and a pen. "Your number, if you'll consider it." I was dumbfounded for a moment, staring at the paper. Oh boy, here we go.
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack o just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can mover at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back fuego on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, o his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing más Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to escritura them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to escritura them, so, patience.