Welcome Home.
"Attention Maggots! We have eight new recruits, they will be going through bootcamp with you! Blade! mostra 'em around!" Sarge screamed and pushed the new kiddies forward.
Blade chuckled as she viewed the look of fear that painted their faces all of them except one, a blonde boy with icy blue eyes.
She muttered,"I like a challenge," as she dropped from her bunk and walked down the narrow path, between the letto matrimoniale hard cotted sleep areas, right up to the eight rooks. "Hey kiddies!" She detto in a snarky tone.
The eight gave her a long hard glare. Fin looked at Aisling and whispered annoyed "Who does she think she is?"
"I dunno.. I don't like her." Aisling muttered back a little too loud. Her back was slammed against the hard cement walls.
"You better learn to like me, o things will get real ugly real quick." Blade glared daggers into Aisling.
"Hey! te can't do-" Mercy was interrupted da Fin's hands clasped around her mouth.
Blade let go of Aisling and pushed her back into the group of rookies. "Listen up! All te rookies need to get up off your high horse! te may have been major "Badasses" to the kids on the playground, but here, te earn respect o don't get any at all."
Twan looked at her,"Well Ms.Priss, maybe we aren't the only one's that need to get off our high horse." Blade glared becoming flustered in anger.
"You guys won't last one giorno in training!"
Phoebe growled,"We're just as good as you!"
"Bet!"
"It's true!"
"How bout te keep your mouth shut like Blue Eyes(Terror) and Snow White(Korran)," Blade smirked.
"Why te little bitch."
"I'd watch your mouth.. Missy."
"And why should I?!"
"I mean te wouldn't talk to someone that had a gun at your head, would you?"
"Well.."
"That's what I thought."
"Whatever just mostra us around!"
"Okay!" She gave a smirk and motioned for them to follow.
The nine walked into a room made of tile, and smelled slightly of blood. "This is the showers."
"Where's the walls?" Korran gave a small whisper.
"There are none! Better get used to seeing each other naked!"
"Naked!?" Silver gasped.
"Yes..."
"No!"
"Yes.."
"With boys?"
"Calm down te get used to it."
"No!"
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Oh my.. gosh.. just Shh!"
"Fine whatever!" Silver glared.
After, they reached a area trashed with Cibo garbage and ratto droppings,"Here is the cafeteria, filled with the most gourmet Cibo ever!"
"Like cheesecake and pasta?" Mercy blurted.
"More of a mix of the two." Blade cackled.
The fuoco haired girl stuck out her tongue and made a vomiting noise.
"Finally! home sweet hom! These are your beds!" Her hand gesturing to four bunks that seemed awfully worse than the rest. "Better rest up, tomorrow is a big day!"
"What about pillows," Twan asked.
"Well if eight rookies didn't get on someone's nerves.. we might not have had a shortage of them."
"That's not fair" Terror growled.
"Life isn't fair." She retorted.
"We should have the same privileges as you."
"Sorry kid."
"Terror."
"Well maybe if, like I detto before, someone didn't piss me off."
"We should still get some pillows!!!"
"Fine te want some fucking pillows! Terror. Here!" Blade through eight pillows at him and walked towards her bunk.
The lights shut off. "I don't like it here," Korran muttered.
"It'll get better," Mercy chimed.
"I hope," Fin growled.
"I secondo that!" Twan and Aisling detto in unison.
"Make it a third" Silver laughed.
"I don't like Blade." Phoebe huffed.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Terror broke it," Just get some rest.. we have a long giorno tomorrow."
Everyone shut their eyes and slowly fell asleep.
:)
"Attention Maggots! We have eight new recruits, they will be going through bootcamp with you! Blade! mostra 'em around!" Sarge screamed and pushed the new kiddies forward.
Blade chuckled as she viewed the look of fear that painted their faces all of them except one, a blonde boy with icy blue eyes.
She muttered,"I like a challenge," as she dropped from her bunk and walked down the narrow path, between the letto matrimoniale hard cotted sleep areas, right up to the eight rooks. "Hey kiddies!" She detto in a snarky tone.
The eight gave her a long hard glare. Fin looked at Aisling and whispered annoyed "Who does she think she is?"
"I dunno.. I don't like her." Aisling muttered back a little too loud. Her back was slammed against the hard cement walls.
"You better learn to like me, o things will get real ugly real quick." Blade glared daggers into Aisling.
"Hey! te can't do-" Mercy was interrupted da Fin's hands clasped around her mouth.
Blade let go of Aisling and pushed her back into the group of rookies. "Listen up! All te rookies need to get up off your high horse! te may have been major "Badasses" to the kids on the playground, but here, te earn respect o don't get any at all."
Twan looked at her,"Well Ms.Priss, maybe we aren't the only one's that need to get off our high horse." Blade glared becoming flustered in anger.
"You guys won't last one giorno in training!"
Phoebe growled,"We're just as good as you!"
"Bet!"
"It's true!"
"How bout te keep your mouth shut like Blue Eyes(Terror) and Snow White(Korran)," Blade smirked.
"Why te little bitch."
"I'd watch your mouth.. Missy."
"And why should I?!"
"I mean te wouldn't talk to someone that had a gun at your head, would you?"
"Well.."
"That's what I thought."
"Whatever just mostra us around!"
"Okay!" She gave a smirk and motioned for them to follow.
The nine walked into a room made of tile, and smelled slightly of blood. "This is the showers."
"Where's the walls?" Korran gave a small whisper.
"There are none! Better get used to seeing each other naked!"
"Naked!?" Silver gasped.
"Yes..."
"No!"
"Yes.."
"With boys?"
"Calm down te get used to it."
"No!"
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Oh my.. gosh.. just Shh!"
"Fine whatever!" Silver glared.
After, they reached a area trashed with Cibo garbage and ratto droppings,"Here is the cafeteria, filled with the most gourmet Cibo ever!"
"Like cheesecake and pasta?" Mercy blurted.
"More of a mix of the two." Blade cackled.
The fuoco haired girl stuck out her tongue and made a vomiting noise.
"Finally! home sweet hom! These are your beds!" Her hand gesturing to four bunks that seemed awfully worse than the rest. "Better rest up, tomorrow is a big day!"
"What about pillows," Twan asked.
"Well if eight rookies didn't get on someone's nerves.. we might not have had a shortage of them."
"That's not fair" Terror growled.
"Life isn't fair." She retorted.
"We should have the same privileges as you."
"Sorry kid."
"Terror."
"Well maybe if, like I detto before, someone didn't piss me off."
"We should still get some pillows!!!"
"Fine te want some fucking pillows! Terror. Here!" Blade through eight pillows at him and walked towards her bunk.
The lights shut off. "I don't like it here," Korran muttered.
"It'll get better," Mercy chimed.
"I hope," Fin growled.
"I secondo that!" Twan and Aisling detto in unison.
"Make it a third" Silver laughed.
"I don't like Blade." Phoebe huffed.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Terror broke it," Just get some rest.. we have a long giorno tomorrow."
Everyone shut their eyes and slowly fell asleep.
:)
Excerpt-
"Is this cool o what?!" the teen exclaimed più than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can te not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell te again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, Playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet te Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool o what?!" the teen exclaimed più than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can te not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell te again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, Playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet te Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help o is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed da her father and she was abused da her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found da flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope te like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)