Post by Georgia River on Nov 1, 2016 1:58:19 GMT
Georgia Isabelle River
FACE CLAIM: Aly Michalka
[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote]♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 18
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bicurious
POSITION: College Student – Bellefonte Academy♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Tactile Sensation Transference
The short version of Georgia’s power is that she can make others feel what she’s feeling by touching them. A slight brush of skin on skin with some focus will result in the person getting whatever specific sensation Georgia is attempting to send (or, more likely, whatever sensation she’s feeling the strongest at the time). Therefore if Georgia is feeling tipsy or inebriated and touches someone, she can make them feel equally drunk or tipsy, up to the point that Georgia herself started at. When Georgia does a transfer, she loses whatever sensation she was feeling herself, but not the source of the feeling. Going back to the drunk example, she’d still have alcohol in her body and still have a high BAC, but she wouldn’t feel as drunk any more. This also works in reverse: she can absorb other people's sensations into her own.
Essentially her nerves send out an impulse that stimulates nearby nerves to mimic her own. They send the signals to the brain that match the same that Georgia is feeling at any specific time.
LIMITATIONS:
- Georgia must touch someone in order to transfer sensation. Direct skin to skin contact works best, and enough layers of clothing will prevent the transference entirely.
- Georgia cannot make someone feel something strong than she herself is feeling to begin with. She cannot, for example, make someone feel sicker than she is or give them more pain than she’s feeling.
- The actual source of whatever sensation continues; Georgia is just transferring the actual feeling or sensation.
- Full transference takes prolonged contact. She cannot dump everything at a skin touch. It differs from person to person depending on how sensitive their nerves are and what the particular sensation is.
- Drugs can prevent Georgia’s power altogether. Training can be used to fight against it.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Excessive transference will send Georgia’s nerves into a spastic frenzy, sometimes mixing signals.
- This generally means putting off something that the body really needs to know right now (pain, joy, etc), and thus the side effect of whatever’s being staved off gets more drastic with use.
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
Georgia in Seven Days.
Saturday, 1998
When they put Georgia into her mother’s arms, her mother started crying. These weren’t the tears of joy, of a new mother, oh no. Because the next words out of the woman’s mouth were “I don’t want her, please, just—“ before she looked up at the man who had fathered the girl. He was older than her by quite a bit, the girl being just out of high school while he… wasn’t. he gave her a hard look that reminded her that they wouldn’t be giving the girl up.
“She’s our responsibility,” he insisted. “We’ll raise her in a good home,” he nodded. “My sister’s already agreed to help.”
“I hate your mother,” Georgia’s mother mumbled.
Her father sighed, rubbing at his face. He sat on the bed, letting Georgia and mother bounce slightly. “I know,” he said, his voice softer, “and I know this is going to be hard. But it’s best if she stays with us. Adoption really messes a kid up, you know that,” Georgia’s mother and father looked at each other. They were in love then, at least in that moment. They could feel it blossoming between them, something beautiful and sweet between two lives that were far more ugly and sour. He reached for her and they kissed over the girl, blessing at least her birth with a love and a troubled homelife that probably wouldn’t bode well for her future.
Sunday, 2006
The skinny girl picked at her sleeve while she looked up at the overly impressive building. She thought it might be a mansion of some kind, or maybe a castle. It sort of looked like a castle compared to what she was used to seeing, but she was fairly certain there weren’t any of those in Montana. She hated Montana. Her parents had split and her mom had come here and insisted on going somewhere in the middle of the country. Georgia didn’t really get everything, but it seemed like it had something to do with something her mom could do that her did didn’t like or something Georgia might have caught or something like that. She did know that her mom had dressed her in her best dress, which cost about as much as a week’s worth of food, and trod her over to the fancy part of town.
“Things will be better for you here,” her mother insisted, squeezing the girl’s hand.
“They’re fine now,” Georgia insisted, fighting the urge to roll her eyes already. Her mother shot her a look that reminded her that there would be none of her usual sass. A sharp jerk of the hand further confirmed it.
Georgia mumbled under her breath, and soon found her cheeks pinched in hands and jerked to face her mother. “You will not mess this up for us, do you understand me? You’ll thank me for this later,” her mother insisted. She stared into Georgia’s eyes, blue looking into blue. Tears shimmered in both eyes, one in pain and misunderstanding, the other out of desperation. But finally Georgia’s mother released, and Georgia rubbed her jaw.
They walked up to the building, and her mother knocked. Someone answered; he looked old and musty. Georgia eyed him while he nodded and gestured them further in. Her eyes kept fluttering around, widening with each step. The whole place looked ripped out of some kind of movie or something, and Georgia half expected to see some kind of princess or something wander out. She felt something hot and gnarly rising up in her chest, insisting that she deserved something like this, or that whoever had this didn’t know what they had. Why should they live like this when her mother and her shared a studio apartment in a bad part of town?
There was a man. Georgia listened while he and her mother talked. Apparently Ms. River was going to work for him now, doing something around the house. Probably something involving cooking; Georgia’s mom could cook pretty good. Or maybe dishwashing. This place probably had a few dishwashers. Georgia eyed the man cautiously, and she could already sense that there was something off about him, something… mean. She didn’t know it now, but that would probably be one of the few things she’d build a relationship on later.
“Is this her?” the man asked, pointing at Georgia. Georgia’s mom tugged her forward, and the man studied her.
“She’s pretty enough,” he admitted, before spinning with a hand. “We’ll have to get her some better clothes.”
“This my best dress,” Georgia replied. Her mother looked at her with flashing eyes, already beginning to apologize.
“Was your best dress,” the man said, before looking to Georgia’s mother. “She can have some of Ellen’s old things. I believe she’s got some that fell out of fashion this year. They’ll suit… her,” he looked at Georgia like she was a biological necessity. “Speaking of,” he turned, snapping his fingers. “Ellen!”
And Georgia turned to see another little blonde girl about her age.
“Ellen, this is Georgia, she’s going to be your new best friend.”
Monday, 2012
Georgia’s lips mashed against a boy’s while her fingers tangled in his hair. She’d actually lost track of how long they’d been kissing. A while? Enough that they’d had to come up for air a few times; she knew that much. He wasn’t bad at it though. He was a few years older than her fourteen or so, but since she’d developed pretty nicely, he’d been game. Plus, she’d been willing, and that was generally enough for boys. Particularly for boys like this, who were more than willing.
Georgia pulled away, grinning sloppily up at him. He was handsome, and from an excellent family. He’d probably inherit his family’s ranch near Billings. And his hand was drifting under Georgia’s expensive top, fingers trying to find something he’d probably never felt before.
“Bring some protection?” she asked. When he stared at her, Georgia rolled her eyes. She twisted and reached for the nearby cabinet, suspecting that the Banks’s would be more than ready. She yanked out a roll of condoms and wiggled the package at him.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, you’re hot and all, but we just—“
Georgia stopped him with a kiss, her hands already working at his pants. She intended to get this done before he started thinking twice.
Tuesday, 2013
Georgia groaned and leaned against the toilet. Her head felt clogged with cotton, except that cotton had apparently started playing bass music that she couldn’t remember from last night. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember much from last night. Still gripping the toilet like a lifeline, she leaned over and fumbled for her phone. It slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the floor. Georgia sighed, tilting her head to the side to stare at it. Was it worth it to go reaching for it? She leaned slightly, felt her gut stab, and twisted to lose more of the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
“I don’t even remember eating that,” murmured Georgia as she pulled back, face contorting as she stared. She could hear someone coming up from behind her, each footfall a gunshot that caused her to flinch. Her head tilted to the side, eye lolling up to see her mother. “Hey mom,” she drawled, her voice shaky.
Georgia’s mother walked up to her, putting a hand on her back, right where Georgia’s shirt parted to show bare back. Her hands were cold.
“Was it worth it?” her mother said, an edge sliding into her voice.
“Totally,” Georgia croaked, eying her phone. Her mother, hand still on her back, reached down to read it. She started thumbing through, eyebrows rising.
“You are far too young to be doing all this, Georgia Isabelle,” her mother said, fingers tightening against Georgia’s skin.
“oh, that feels good,” purred the teenager, arching her back slightly. She wasn’t entirely lying: something tingled up and down her neck. “How about you go lower?”
The hand flicked before Georgia could sense it, smacking the girl’s head, nearly knocking some blonde curls into the toilet. Georgia winced, feeling her cloudy head knocking against the lid of the toilet. She managed to stay mostly upright, glaring instead. Her mother tapped the girl’s neck again. “Show some respect.”
“Same as I show everyone else,” Georgia drawled. Her mother pushed her head down again, before pulling back. Georgia arched her brows, reaching up to massage her temples. “Hey, I’m feeling better,” she felt her mother pulling her, and got out of the way just in time to watch her mom vomiting into the toilet.
Georgia crowed, before picking up her phone to snap a few pics.
Wednesday, 2013
“Hey Daphne, Mack,” Georgia said, nodding to the two suits in turn. She grinned and leaned against the doorway to her family’s shitty apartment. Georgia almost wished she had some gum to chew: a sarcastic bubble pop would have been great. “Been over a week: what took you guys so long?”
“Ha, ha,” drawled Mack.
“Is your mother home?” asked Daphne, craning her neck to look over Georgia.
“Nope, she’s at work,” said Georgia. “Job number two, to be precise,” she leaned again, smiling up at them. “Guess this means I getta go to the special school for special freaks too, huh?”
They both looked to each other.
“Yeah, no explanation needed. Mom’s a freak. Ellen’s a freak. Pretty well half the town can shoot fire or fly using their farts or something,” Georgia shrugged, then turned and pointed. “I got my stuff. You got the car?”
“But your mother…” Daphne said.
“Is at work,” Georgia repeated, raising her brows. “Not like she can’t come see me in the dorm, anytime.”
“Still, protocol says that—“ Daphne continued, pausing as Mack walked passed her, heading into the apartment. Georgia moved aside to let him. When he twisted to look at her, she pointed at the bag. He slung it over one shoulder and head back out, pausing to look at the two girls.
“She’ll figure it out,” was all Georgia said before leaving the shithole of an apartment for good.
Thursday, 2015
“Whoo! We graduated!” Georgia shouted, thrusting both arms up into the air. The wine cooler she had in one hand sloshed over, splattering her arm with sweet-smelling alcohol. Not that Georgia could pinpoint that one smell among many, or that she was stopping to smell anything right now. “Here’s to all you crazies and here’s to our first summer as college freakin’ freshmen!” she whooped, thrust her arms into the air, then tilted her head back, draining the wine cooler in a prolonged gulp that had several people cheering.
Hooting, Georgia hopped down and slammed the bottle onto the ground. She strutted through the crowd, tapping a few people she knew weren’t nearly as far into the booze as her, giving them just a short little buzz. She’d have half a dozen feeling tipsy before she even hit the table with other drinks again. She grabbed another bottle and leaned down, smacking it with a hand, sending the cap flying.
“Oh, hey, Eri!” she yelled, waving at a student she recognized. “We made it? Yeah?!” She saluted the other girl with her bottle before taking another sip. Grinning, she started bobbing to the music. Soon her bob turned into a sway, and, letting music and booze carry her, Georgia strolled out onto the dance floor. Soon she was working up a sweat with what she thought might be some of the basketball team and maybe a fellow cheerleader or two. Faces were starting to get a little blurry, and Georgia kept tapping people to pass along the heat she was feeling. If she had it her way, their little graduation party was going to end up an orgy…
Friday, 2016
(Text message to Ellen Banks)
hey E
kewl par-T last nit?
dont membr much
butt hey
u no thos kut pumps? w/th strappy hels?
so
they got a littl barf o/them
jes a littl
but u wont want them n-e-mor, y?
so i tuk them 4 u
ur wel-cum, babe :*
ttyl
ps: luv th dress; totes luk betr o/me >♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Fate
AGE GROUP: early thirties
EXPERIENCE: pretty sure we’re getting to the point where “as long as some of you have been alive” is a viable answer.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel was all “would you like to do BA again?”
