Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Looks fun~ c:

Character name: Galdur Gísladóttir

Gender: Female

Appearance: Essentially identical to her brother: they share the same engimatic pale grey, almost silvery, eyes, wide with an almost intensity; the dry curve of their lips; and their platnium blonde hair is cut in the same bob cut, bangs swept to the side. More often than not they share the same pale clothing, too. Both stand at 5'4". She's flat-chested, making it even harder to tell her apart from her brother.

Personality: Very expressive, energetic, and talkative. Used to filling up silences with her twin, though knows how to let expressions speak more than words as well. Fidgety, though calms down when doing an activity - such as playing a game - with her brother. Possessive over her sweets and belongings, except to her brother. No idea about the limits of personal space - used to being very close with her brother.

Age: 17

History: She and her brother have been together since the beginning of their time, and their bond is tighter than that of the one between himself and his parents. Which is not to say, of course, that they do not get along--as a familial unit they get along better than most, despite the queer, eccentric family composition. They will graduate from the same school come june, and will head to the same university, although destined for different futures.
Their parents are away on business when the blackout strikes. given that it is morning, they do not notice the power outage until they visit the fridge to find that it isn't working properly.

ic; It was Tyler's typical Saturday morning. Up at seven, in the gym by eight, hour and a half work out to rehabilitate his body, shower, and then a late breakfast downtown wherever he could find a place to eat. He didn't enjoy the fact that he had forgone the dorm life his second year and instead found a cheap apartment, but the apartment was in a decent area and the drive to the college was fine - "Boston College? In Boston?" "In Newton. Close enough, though. I do live in Boston." - and actually let him forget everything once in a while. Really, the feelings he got walking into the diners in Boston made him feel at home, so he decides that this was the right thing to do.

Running a hand through his short hair - "Not short enough. Reminder - get hair cut." - he strolled easily enough into the diner, rummaging through his pockets for his wallet, and double-checking for his keys. Wavings with a stiff right arm, he offered a crooked smile and a, "Good morning, Jean," to the familiar waitress.

"Morning, hun. The usual?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sitting in an open booth - which he found odd - and tapping a crooked beat on the table, he watched as a glass of orange juice was slid in front of him. "Thanks for everything, Jean. I appreciate it."

"No problem, hun. Your food should be out -"

"Jean. The power's cut."

"No, Keith, I can't see that! Go see what the problem is. I'll call National Grid."

Finding his cell phone in his back pocket, he frowned as he realized it was off. I didn't turn off my phone... Holding the power button was unsucessful, so Tyler merely set his phone down, deciding that last night wasn't a dream and he really was out all night and returned home eariy in the morning.

"The phone's aren't working either and -"

"My phone isn't working either!"

"My iPod shut off!"

"Hey, so did my mp3 player!"

"What's going on? Why is this happening?"

"Would everyone shut up?" barked the gruff cook. "It ain't the end of the world. Now y'all sit your tushes back down and stay quiet. We'll solve this in a jiffy."

Tyler merely sat there, head tilted towards the ceiling. He wasn't a genius, but he could tell that the entirety of the situation was a little odd, however - "Maybe a construction crew hit a power line."

"But my iPod? And cell phone? How do you explain that?"

WIth furrowed brows, Tyler closes his eyes and just grunts, chin resting on his chest. "Who knows. Coincidences happen all the time. My iPod did that and I had to get a new one. Just let Keith handle it, guys. He knows what to do."

ooc; did a google maps for BC and the diner. it is called Galley Diner and it's located on P Street in Boston! never been there, but it's on my list. C: also, ew, constant changes in tense - i'm sorry about that, guys. it's a weird habit. it's nice to roleplay with everyone again, all the same. C:

"As energetic as always, sister," Eir said in drowsy fondness, just barely awake, his lips quirked up slightly. For him, this was the equivalent of a enthusiastic hug and a profession of love, a display of affection reserved for his family's private eyes only. His own hair, identical to his sisters except less brushed, was mussed and stuck up strangely. He stumbled to the newly vacated bathroom to conduct his own morning ritual, and when he shambled back out again, his face was scrubbed and his hair in order, a tie holding back the hair framing the right side of his face.

He didn't give as much thought to the clothing he plucked out of the wardrobe as his sister, instead opting for clothes that were colored like hers. A loose, thin button up shirt and shorts that ended just above his knees. For all that he was supposed to have hit puberty, he was still slender and built much like a girl--like his sister--a result from not getting much exercise.

Stifling a yawn, he joined his sister, and unpacked his violin. Tightening the bow, he ran it across his strings, adjusting a couple of the pegs before running through his scales, then a couple finger exercises. He was fond of his violin--it had been his sixteenth birthday gift, something he'd wanted instead of a car, and as such his parents had been more liberal with their money, buying him a lump of wood that was nothing to scoff at.

After his fingers and wrist were nice and limber, and he no longer felt he was going to topple over, he set the instrument down and headed to the kitchen for a drink of water--and a bite of breakfast too, perhaps. Clicking a glass into the fridge, he blinked in surprise when no water came out. Maybe he could get some juice instead. He opened the door, and a slight frown marred his pale forehead when the gust of cool air that flowed out was... less cold than it should have been. The juice was still cold, though, which meant the power must have just gone out.

"Sister," Eir called over her warm-ups, "do you suppose the power's gone out? Our fridge doesn't seem to be working properly. Is the television all right?"