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Post by Admin on May 5, 2010 20:18:33 GMT -6
Sunlight washed down upon the courtyard, kissing the exposed skin of all the Gifted students. They were all different. Given gifts that they could only begin to understand. Why them? Why those gifts? Everyone was different in their own way--but this was just beyond the normal.
A young girl sat on one of the benches, a black leather journal sat in her lap as she wrote out Lyrics to her favorite songs. Her black hair was hanging down over her face, her eyes locked on the en and paper in complete focus. The world around her didn't exist. It was her, and the memories of songs playing over and over through her mind. A twitch of a smile was painted across her lips at how pleased of herself she was.
A pause took over her writing, making her sit up straight and tap the pencil to the cover. A drumming filled the air, slowly getting louder and louder as the girl drummed more and more. With a tiny laugh, she pulled her hand away, nodding her head. The pen didn't fall--it stayed drumming. Up, down, up, down. Tat! Tat!
Alex grinned as she lifted her right hand. The journal lifted up, the pen still tapping along with it. She could feel her energy draining, but the energy from the sunlight was helping her and slowly replacing her energy. Alex crossed her legs, still having the pen drum across the courtyard.
With a smile, she pulled her hand back down, the journal and pen falling slowly back to her lap. She leaned back in joy and sighed. These Gifts weren't so bad. They were pretty nice sometimes. |
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Post by Brandon Bailey on May 6, 2010 6:44:16 GMT -6
Brandon stood next to the big fountain, laying on the walls of the circular decoration. The warm rays of sun bathed what little skin he showed, being the type to wear a hoodie and a pair of pants as long as he was comfortable in them. The island was a bit cooler than his home during this time of the year.
Well... then again, the island was his home.
For an island dweller, his skin was rather pale. He supposed it was his heritage. His grandmother was pale as a ghost, whereas his grandfather took after his Native American heritage and was as naturally tan as could be.
Of course, neither of his grandparents, or parents, for that matter carried his Gift.
The gentle spary of the fountain water graced his skin, keeping him cool. Smiling, he lazily waved his left hand around, catching come of the drops in midair. He began to move them around into a small little stream maybe the size of an average chocolate bar.
He made the water dance.
It danced to a tempo coming from the surroundings. A black haired girl sitting on a bench playing with her pen and note pad was the metronome.
Brandon quietly sighed as the tapping stopped, letting the water splash back into the fountain.
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Post by Admin on May 6, 2010 10:18:25 GMT -6
A splash interrupted her thinking process, bitterly making her glance to whoever had the blunt stupidity to play in a fountain. Her eyes locked into the pale boy, her mind secretly picking him apart. "Why the hell is this kid playing in a fountain?" she thought with a glare, turning back and looking at the Lyrically filled notebook. Once more, Alex tried to get back to remembering the song, but she could still feel the unwelcomed presence behind her. As each second passed, she became colder and colder, feeling the aching want to tell this guy to stop playing in the damn fountain.
"I should've gone to the Library. Or hell, maybe even the beach. Somewhere quiet at least," she complained mentally. Alex held her pen tighter and tighter, her patience in general dwindling. Already today she had yelled at a Freshmen for talking too loudly while she was writing. They ended up crying and running off to tell a teacher. Which pushed her out to the courtyard where soon it may happen again.
Alex grinded her teeth together. Just the fact that she knew he was there was begining to piss her off. Her telekineses took over with the help of her emotions, sending the pen flying from her hand and pierced into a tree about twenty feet away. She clenched her teeth together, biting back a scream of anger. It took her a moment before she stood up, grabbing the journal and walking out to the tree, muttering beneath her breath, "Stupid pen... Stupid Gift... Stupid people." |
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Post by Brandon Bailey on May 6, 2010 11:29:31 GMT -6
"Someone's obviously got a short fuse."
Brandon thought this carefully, hoping that his guardian angel was watching over him and that this young lady wasn't also telepathic. This was saying something. In an island where nearly everyone had a temper problem, this was a first. Normally he didn't piss people off into a power explosion until after he said something to them.
"Must be an artsy type. Might have been writing a song when my splash interrupted her.... Haha. Silly telekinetic. She got her pen stuck in a tree. "
Again, praying that she wasn't listening to his thoughts, he sat up and watched the girl go get her pen. He listened to her curse about the "Gifts".
Ah. One of those.
Funny. She didn't look the type to fly off at the handle like that. Brandon thought himself a good judge of character. Of course, women were always a mystery, to him and to better men than he.
He dipped his hand back into the fountain and let the cool water wash over it. The elemental sighed. What should he do? He could go after the girl and apologize for interrupting her creative thinking process, or he could just sit her, lay about, and deny himself from making a connection to somebody he didn't know.
Actually, come to think about it, she looked kinda familiar. Maybe she was in his grade?
Brandon's curiousity got the better of him. A question asked was a question that needed an answer, and he got up to follow her.
Reaching the tree a few seconds after her, he glanced at the pen.
Which was very deep in the tree.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
"Hiya! I didn't mean to startle you or nothin back there. I was just playing around. Water manipulation. Sorry about that!" Brandon said, a friendly look on his face, "Nice throw, by the way."
It was possibly the scariest afterthought he had had in a while.
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Post by Admin on May 6, 2010 13:47:34 GMT -6
Alex glared over at the guy, rolling her eyes bitterly before turning back to face her tree problem. With a grimace, she grabbed her pen, wiggling it a little bit to try and loosen it. The more she wriggled, the more she realized it was further and further into the trunk. "Didn't mean to startle you or nothin'. Hyuck hyuck," she mimicked in her mind. "What a redneck." Her bitterness was getting the most of her. She could feel it, and she didn't really give a care.
She firmly re-grasped the pen, placing her foot up on the trunk of the tree and giving a hearty pull. The pen moved, but not by much. Once more she felt her anger at everything flare. "Deep breaths or I'm going to explode," she thought, closing her eyes and standing straight up once more. It took a moment until she was at a reasonable temper to even start to talk. Alex spun around to face the pale boy once more, recognizing him from one of her classes but still not caring.
"Hi. Don't care. Bye," she said a lot bitchier than she had originally planned. Hell, at first she thought she would be nice but that really wasn't working for her. Alex tucked a wild piece of black hair behind her ear, giving him a curt smile then turning back to her pen. She placed her hand on the tree trunk right over the pen and closed her eyes.
Her hand started to seep through the tree, her Gift coming to life. Alex opened her eyes again to see her hand partially in the tree. She placed her other hand on the pen, a small smile tracing over her her lips. The pen fell from the grasp of the tree, falling and landing on her hand placed in the tree. A victorious smile over-took her as she pulled her hand out, the pen grasped firmly in her palm.
"Kick ass." |
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Post by Brandon Bailey on May 6, 2010 14:39:29 GMT -6
"Wow. Took you that long to get it out? Why didn't you try to get it out like that in the first place?"
Brandon's southern gentleman act was gone, and the happy tone in his voice was replaced by one with a much more sarcastic edge to it.
The elemental sighed, letting go the anger.
"Try to be nice to a person and it gets thrown back in your face.... typical..." he muttered under his breath, though loud enough. His hands in his hoodie pocket, he toyed around with his lighter before turning to walk off. The metal was cool in his hands, a relaxing feeling but also one that excited the fire in his soul. To know that his finger was just a motion away from unleashing his power and all of the fury that he could weild at someone.
He squashed that feeling down, growing more calm as he walked away from the rude girl.
"Oh well. At least she's cute!"
Still, the fact that she had nearly made him lose his temper was slightly unsettling. Sure, a telekinetic getting angry was scary. They'd throw things, levitate em, and make a huge mess.
People who could control fire generally set things ablaze, and as a gentle person, Brandon tried to avoid that.
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Post by collinmars on May 6, 2010 14:40:29 GMT -6
Saturday. How much do I love thee? Let me count the ways... Collin lightly tapped the side of his leg as he counted the various reasons he enjoyed Saturdays the most.
No school. A reason so obvious that he'd hardly thought it before it was replaced by the next reason.
Exploring the grounds. He especially enjoyed this reason. So much so that it was exactly what he was doing right now. He'd been briskly circumnavigating the main building for a while, and how now completed the circuit back at the courtyard. As he made his merry way along, something caught his ears' attention.
Tapping. Further listening indicated that the source was a pen on paper. Then, the tapping stopped, followed shortly by a great splash. Somebody spoke (he wasn't quite close enough to catch what was said), and then a light thud. His interest piqued, he increased his pace to enter the school courtyard.
Collin had alway loved this spacious stone square. Many days had been spent sitting here, eating lunch with his fellow freaks, basking in the energizing daylight. When he had left earlier that morning, the place had been barren. But now two people were clearly visible: one female, one male. The girl's expression denoted irritation, had he became wary at once. Had he intruded on something? No, that didn't make sense; if there had been a fight, he supposed they'd still be shouting. Throwing caution to the wind, he approached them.
"Great day, eh?" Collin gave his most winning smile.
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Post by Admin on May 6, 2010 19:32:43 GMT -6
Alex's blood boiled ferociously at the boy's words. She gritted her teeth together then spun around to the next boy with a winning smile. He wasn't as pale, but still they both were on her nerves. She clenched her hands together, the journal falling from her hand. Before it collided with the grass, it launched up, aiming for the boys head. A small voice in the back of her mind forced her to focus on the book to make it Phase so no contact would be made. The book landed on the ground, regardless of if it hit him or not before flying back to Alex's hand.
She spun to the boy with the winning smile, a grimace on her lips. "Oh what? You think I'm going to throw being nice back into your face too? Because that hick over there really thinks so." Alex threw her hands in the air, still firmly grasping her book and pen. "Sorry I'm not Miss Considerate!" she shouted mainly at the pale boy.
It wasn't a practice to be mean. It was dwindling patience. Everything falling at once on her head. He had been pretty nice, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. After several deep breaths, she calmed herself back down. It was then the energy drain took over. She wasn't supposed to over exert her powers that much. Especially not this much either. The world twitched a bit to the left, then shifted back to place. Her stomach twisted, before she placed her back on the tree and slid down so she was sitting. Her face paled as she focused on keeping the world standing straight once more.
"If they would've left me alone I would have been fine," she thought, but secretly she was blaming her anger once more. Alex leaned her head against the bark of the tree, taking deep, cleansing breaths to relax herself. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Brandon Bailey on May 6, 2010 19:57:11 GMT -6
Brandon shrugged as Collin popped up out of nowhere. He knew the boy from a shared class, but only really by name. He didn't know enough, or really care enough at the moment, to try to keep him from further infurating the petite Latina.
So, when the girl naturally blew up, he turned around to face her attack, lighter lit up and a fireball resting in his left hand in an instant, before dispersing when he saw her sitting there, panting.
"Hick? That's cute. You need to rest. You're exhausting yourself, as you've had to have noticed. Need help up? Or do me and Sunshine here have to carry you to sickbay?"
Brandon stood next to Collin, casually starting a conversation.
"Hey, how's it going?"
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Post by collinmars on May 7, 2010 6:15:46 GMT -6
Collin was certainly regretting follwoing his curiosity straght into this mess. Should have listened to that damned curious cat... Oh wait, I can't because, Spoiler Alert, it dies.
"I-I'm sorry to have bothered you," he stammered to the girl. She obviously enjoyed her privacy, and he'd just intruded on it. And so had the male student. The student looked familiar. So did most faces in such a close-knit school, but his more so. Brendon? No, it was Brandon.
Suddenly, he caught a flash of light in the corner of his eye; he looked over to see that Brandon held a small ball of flame in his hands. Then, it was gone. A ghost of the flame remained ingrained into his vision, a neon green globule intensifying with every blink.
"Let's just calm down, guys." Use of powers on another student for purpose of injury was strictly prohibited, and he most certainly didn't want to get caught with a pissed off telekinetic and a trigger happy flamethrower.
Can't we all just get along?
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Post by Admin on May 7, 2010 10:53:01 GMT -6
Alex lazily looked up at the boys, her eyes narrowed still. She wasn’t a charity case, she didn’t need their help. “Great. Now I have a therapist and a crazy pyro here. This is so much fun,” she thought angrily. With a shake of her head, she tried to make a sassy comment, but couldn’t really find the energy or motivation to yell at the two of them.
“It’s fine,” Alex lazily grumbled, closing her eyes for a moment. The world was still spinning a bit, but not as bad anymore. “Deep breaths…”
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Post by Brandon Bailey on May 7, 2010 11:22:04 GMT -6
The girl was obviously exhausted, and Brandon was a sympathetic young man.
"Jeez. I'd say stay still, but I'm pretty sure you can't move much anyways, Peanut," the elemental said, before running back to the stone fountain. His bag was near to where he had been laying, and he reached into it to pull out a bottle of water.
The water was absolutely pure. There was nothing bad in it at all. Most people had to pay good money for a top notch bottle of water like this. Being a water and fire elemental had it's perks. He could make some of the purest drinking water out of a Coke if he wanted to, by boiling it with his fire and removing whatever else with water manipulation.
Right now, though, all it needed was to be cooled down. As he ran back, his eys glowed blue as he used his Gift to cool the water down to about 35 degrees F.
Crouching down by the irrateable girl, he held out the bottle.
"Drink. It'll make you feel better."
Looking back at Collin, he smiled.
"You can go get one too, if you want. It's in the black and white bag down there by the fountain.
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Post by collinmars on May 7, 2010 21:03:46 GMT -6
Collin doubted the young women would accept the bottle of water. He suspected she wished nothing more than to rocket a pen into their eye sockets. And yet, Collin couldn't help but stay put.
"Oh, no thanks," he replied to Brandon's offering of water. Heat wasn't quite an issue for a human solar panel like Collin. Besides, he could always just get a drink at one of the many water fountains in the Academy. Sure, it tasted like ass, but at least it was refreshment. Thoughts of the disgusting water, however, persuaded him otherwise.
"On second thought, I think I'll just grab a bottle." He trotted over to the indicated bag. He felt extremely intrusive digging through the bag of a classmate he hardly knew, but fortunately the water was sitting neatly on the top of the other contents of the sack. He quickly twisted off the top, relishing in the cap's slight resistance to being pulled off. He took a quick sip and was surprised at the difference between Ass Water and the real article.
"Sorry to just barge in on your personal time," Collin apolegized as he made his way back to the other two. "What's your name? I can't feel properly guilty if I don't know who you are." Once again, he flashed a nervous smile.
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Post by Admin on May 7, 2010 21:44:19 GMT -6
Alex looked over the bottle, as if expecting it to be laced with poison or something odd like that. But, her exhaustion took over her bitterness. Eagerly, she grabbed the bottle of water, muttering a small, "Thank you," beneath her breath before she twisted the cap off and took a long drink. It wasn't horrible like the school's water, or laced with poison like she originally expected.
Alex took a relaxing, cleansing breath and leaned her head against the tree. With a tiny smile, she looked up at the two boys. "Try to be nice. They're helping you," she thought grimly. With a slight nod she said, with a twinge of an attitude still, "Alexandra Connor. Alex." She turned her eyes to the sky once more, the clouds rolling everywhere but to the sun that bathed her skin. Energy licked at her skin, trying to bring her back to normal.
Alex shifted to sit more upright, taking another sip of water before re-capping it. "So... One of these guys is a Southern dude. The other is polite but... really weird about peace and junk." |
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Post by Brandon Bailey on May 8, 2010 5:15:20 GMT -6
Brandon grinned when she took the bottle and took a long sip from it.
Alex, huh? He had grown up with a friend named Alexandria when he was younger, before his Gift manifesting. A pang of homsesickness struck but the elemental squashed it. As Collin returned with the other bottle, he couldn't help but joke.
"It's definitely not the Ass Water here, huh? I take the water and I clean it the best I can. Thinking about marketing it on the island, actually. You have to admit though, at least with the Ass Water you're getting all the protein you could want. Sure, water's not supposed to have protein, but hey, you win some, ya lose some."
He stood back up, stretching.
"My name's Brandon Bailey. Call me whatever you want. Again, sorry I interrupted your writing. "
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