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Post by lorizebeast on Apr 17, 2010 5:31:06 GMT -8
Doodling on a plain piece of paper she'd managed to find, Talia looked up for a moment, to glance around at the few people still here in the art room with her. This was the general hangout for the 'misfits', and this slightly confused her. She'd come here because she was different, unable to fit in anywhere she went. She'd come here because everyone was the same here- they all were gifted. But still she was classed as a misfit. Yes, it did confuse her a little. It was basically just like any other educational institute, what with the groups that still remained. Shrugging to herself, she looked back down at the paper, and frowned a little. Somehow she'd managed to draw the thing that had been playing across her mind an awful lot lately.
Ever since that premonition, that precognitive dream...it always seemed to be there in the back of her mind. It was bugging her. Of course, sometimes her precognivity didn't come true. And this was one she really didn't want to. The image of her grandmother, lying ill on a hospital bed. She knew her mother would be unable to cope if anything happened to her, because they'd already lost three of their immediate family. Her grandfather, her sister and her father had already died. Talia shuddered. She didn't want to think about it. It'd just bring back the nightmares again, and she didn't want that. Definitely not. Ripping the paper up into many peices, until they were tiny shreds, she stood up, steadily walking to the bin dumped them inside. She immediately felt better. It was like she was getting rid of the precognitive dream altogether.
She supposed she should phone her mother, and warn her about what she'd seen. But she couldn't bring herself to do that. It'd just break her heart, make her worry, Talia reasoned with herself, as she made her way back to her seat at the empty table, and sat back down. Now that she had nothing to do, her inability to sit still for long was kicking in, and her foot started to tap automatically against the steel leg of the chair. It didn't really make all that much noise, but it could annoy some people. She didn't even realize she was doing it- as per usual- as she fiddled with her hands in her lap.
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Post by Scrappy on Apr 17, 2010 15:37:47 GMT -8
Solvain wandered into the art room. He was in search of a new note book and black pastels. He was an artistic lad but it was something he didn't take great pride in. Still it was something he did in his free time and though he wasn't that great he had themes he went with that always seemed to turn out decent. He wandered to wards the back of the room hoping to go unnoticed. He opened the back cupboard and reached for a new pack of pastels. He turned back for a second as he stuffed the charcoal into his bag. His eyes wandered over to Talia. She looked familiar but there was no name to the face. Something was overly sad about her, something about the way she tapped her fingers was just sad. He felt a little odd staring but it was seriously upsetting him.
He wandered back over to wards the front of the room never taking his eyes away from her. It was times like these he wished his power to similar to everyone elses and he could read minds, it bothered him quite a bit to know very little about the human experience. As intelligent of a human being as he was he would never understand how humans think or anything and sometimes mortals could do that much.
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Post by Weredragon on Apr 17, 2010 17:10:48 GMT -8
Crimson was currently in the art room, barely, rarely did he glance up from his sketch book, the male was currently sketching an outline of something dark. Which wasn't unusual for the male.
His sketch; had a clearly visible dark feel to it. The little girl around 5, semi-long wavy hair that reached her shoulders. Her eyes held a mixed look of pure shock and terror. She was standing in a windowless room, with a stray pieces of furniture scattered about. In front of her was a large shattered mirror, glass shards flying everywhere. Hovering in the air, some were flying around her, trying to protect her from something.... Something that was unseen, all except for a shadow of a demon could be seen from doorway that would of been the only way out of the room.
What or who represented the shadow of a demon? Well that was Crimson. Crimson represented the demon because that's what he was, he was a demon, a demon who took his twin sister's life away from her.
Crimson shook his head and ran his bandaged hand through the ponytail that he had pulled his white hair up into. From the sunlight that was shinning through the window, the male's hair had a golden sheen to it, not that Crimson minded that much, since the sun wasn't that bright. Separate white bandages covered his four fingers, while white medical tape covered his palm. Clearly the wound had been somewhat old, as he had done this when they all had to attend that stupid speech Ms. Winter put them through. Not like it was that bad, but it was annoying for him at least. Crimson shook his head and continued to work on his sketch. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a dark gray hoodie over it, black jeans and black and gray tennis shoes. His sunglasses were resting on top of his head, since the room wasn't too bright, so he didn't need to wear his sunglasses. Crimson red eyes scanned the sketch. He deemed his work finished and put down his pencil. The 15 year old, hadn't bothered to bring his i-pod, mainly because he didn't think he'd need it, also because he doubted anyone would be particularly loud and annoying, as because this was the art room. Not many 'misfit' students were loud and annoying, as aside from the jocks and others at the gym, and the 'popular' crowd at the Drama room, which was full of unneeded and unwanted drama.
Crimson's crimson eyes darted up at the sound of a shoe hitting metal. He figured someone was tapping their foot on one of the metal legs of one of the chairs. Crimson tried to ignore it, he really did. He sighed quietly seeing as no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't block out the noise, and now he was cursing to himself for not bringing his precious and much needed i-pod. The 15 year old looked up and around at the other 'misfits' in the room. Their teacher, Ms. Wolfy was currently off in her own little world, clearly talking to one of her creations in her mind. If the woman was out, she'd usually leaved her classroom door unlocked so that her students could come in whenever they wanted. He pinpointed the sound of the noise. "Hey... Can you please stop that?" He asked as politely as he could, toward the girl(Talia) who was tapping her foot.
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Ashley Wolfy took that moment to snap back out of her thoughts. She got up and was about to announce to her students that she had to go somewhere, but she however stopped upon seeing Solvain sneaking(Or so that's what it looked like to her.). "Oi(Hey or Hello in Japanese)! Don't sneak around my classroom!" She said her voice was quiet yet calm and slightly firm, when addressing the brown haired 18 year old before her.
The woman's smoky gray eyes narrowed slightly at the student before her. The short 23 year old crossed her arms over her chest. She turned her head and looked at her other students. "OK. Listen up guys and girls." Ashley said as she clapped her hands to get their attention. She smiled when the 'misfits' turned to look at her and gave her their full attention. "Now for the rest of you. You have my permission to stay here for as long as you like, but you better clean up your work areas, or you're all gonna suffer for it tomorrow." She said raising her voice address her students, so that they could hear her. "Now I've got to go to some stupid boring staff meeting, so I'll be back later to see who's still here when I get back. So bye bi." Ms. Wolfy said as looked over her students once again, before she nodded her head and turned around and left the room.
(Yeah I thought I'd just through Ashley in there and give them permission to be in her classroom.)
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Post by lorizebeast on Apr 18, 2010 4:40:22 GMT -8
Talia pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her left ear, hating how it always seemed to fall into her face, obscuring her view. She sighed, then. She knew exactly what she was doing, even if it was subconcious. Her mind was making her worry about other things, do other things, to try and make her forget about the guilt she was feeling, for not telling her mother. If she told her...maybe it would give her more time to prepare, so if it did happen, she'd be ready. If. She gritted her teeth at her own stupidity. Of course it was going to happen. She'd never had a precognitive dream that hadn't come true, before. This was what was scaring her so much. She didn't know how to stop this from happening, or even if she could. She bit down hard on her lower lip, almost tasting blood, before she let up.
Goosebumps popping all over her body, Talia looked up suddenly, feeling eyes on her. At first, she was unable to see anyone, and though she was just being paranoid, until she saw the familiar looking boy walking to the front of the classroom. She averted her gaze quickly, feeling a little awkward. This emotion made her barrier drop, and suddenly she could hear all the thoughts around her. Perfect. She grimaced, a hand flying to her head. She'd never been good at controlling her powers, but had recently managed to put a barrier up against her telepathy, so that she could only hear thoughts if she wanted too. However, it was always slipping, and she could never keep it up for more than an hour at a time. She really needed some help with this control business. She tried her best to ignore the voices, but one came to her more clear, and she realized it was because somebody was talking to her.
Talia looked confused for a moment. "Stop wha-oh. Sorry." she muttered, blushing a little, as her foot stilled. She hadn't even known she was doing it. Now that she had nothing to do with her feet, she started to rub her legs together, unable to sit still. She was a bit of a mixed up girl. What with her 'gifts', her bi-polar disorder, and boarderline OCD...she'd never been able to feel normal. Even if she hadn't had these abilities, she still would have been classes as strange. Clenching her fists together, to stop from moving around, the current brunette looked up to the front, as the teacher began to speak. She gave a sigh of relief, when she realized they weren't being kicked out. She didn't really have anywhere else to go.
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Post by Scrappy on Apr 20, 2010 10:42:33 GMT -8
Solvain smiled a little as the teacher whisked outside of the room. He appraoched the board and in chalk wrote, "Solvain 'borrowed' charcol" He wrote his signature underneath and drew a smiley face with it's tounge sticking out at the side. He didn't actually take the art class simply because of the issue of being taught creativity, that and his parents would never allow that. So instead Solvain was headed towards his first class of the year biology ( Human and magical) There was still much to discover in this field and Solvain's parents figured it would be a topiv worth his time. Solvain would have rathered to take the art class.
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Post by Weredragon on Apr 20, 2010 12:06:31 GMT -8
Crimson glanced at Ms. Wolfy out of the corner of his eye. He watched and listened to what she had said. He glanced at the other student, one that he hadn't noticed until now. The brown haired male was wearing on the board, saying that he borrowed some charcoal, and then he watched the male out of the corner of his eye. He mentally shrugged to himself. It wouldn't be his fault if the other got in trouble.
However Crimson's attention was back fully on to the girl before him, the one who had been tapping her foot before. He noticed that she had stopped tapping her foot. He fought back the urge to blink, when he heard her speak to him. Apologizing obviously. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's aright." He said back, accepting her apology. He noticed her fidgeting and blinked. "You have a problem with sitting still... It's obvious..." He commented off handedly, his voice held awkwardness, mainly because he wasn't use to talking to people, who were around his age, although this girl was clearly older then him by at least 3 years at least, that much he could tell, by her height height anyway.
Curiosity pressed him onward. "May... I ask, what your power is?" He asked, curiously. He glanced away from her as he spoke again. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to." He added as somewhat of an after thought.
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Post by lorizebeast on Apr 21, 2010 7:18:13 GMT -8
Talia watched with mild curiosity, as the boy she had noticed watching her walked to the front of the classroom, and wrote on the board, about charcol. She tilted her head to the side for a moment, before deciding this gesture was quite nice, really. It would prove to the teacher that she could trust them, somewhat. Even if he wasn't going to put the charcol back. At least he would admit to taking it. She kind of wished she hadn't ripped the paper up now, as she had nothing to do with her hands. Glancing around, the brunette walked steadily over to a filing cabinet at the side of the room, taking out a slip of paper. She was sure the teacher wouldn't mind. After all, it was an art room, and she was being creative with the things she took.
Sitting back down she picked her pen up, only to be spoken too. She dropped the pen and turned to the boy, who appeared to be a few years younger than her. Despite the fact that she was rather small for her age, she could tell, with the baby face. She nodded, as he accepted her apology, expecting him to continue whatever he was doing, but he spoke instead. She was slightly surprised- not a lot of people seemed to speak to her, really. She blushed, when he said it was obvious that she couldn't sit still. "Oh..." was all she could think of to say, as she realized it was a rather stupid answer, really. "My power?" she rarely got asked this, and she was taken aback, before shrugging. She didn't care if people knew- they were all different here, anyway. "It's fine. I have three, actually...well, I'm a telepath." she shrugged a little. She didn't exactly like this gift, though it did come in handy at times. She knew it annoyed people though. "I get precognitive dreams...like, what will happen in the future? And I guess I can sort of control people's emotion." she wrinkled her nose a little. She couldn't really control them...she could just change what people were experiencing. Make them calm, when they were angry and things like that. "What about you?"
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Post by Scrappy on Apr 21, 2010 7:43:47 GMT -8
Solvain was about to leave the room, but decided to stay and watch her interact with others. He never remembered her being anything but background, now however she stood out, she simply wasn't everybody else. He definitely felt a little creepy now as he made his way to the door and couldn't take his eyes off her. The bell rang for classes however and he needed to be on the move, he'd never been late for a class before. He was probably the third to enter and sat somewhere in the middle. first day with new faces and similar teachers.
He took out his binder which was blank and fresh. The brand new paper stacked neatly without a scratch or wrinkle was screaming 'write on me'! Solvain's mind wasn't in the lab or even on the perfect paper but rather in the art room. With it's vibrant splashes of color and her, the art room was pounding in memory.
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Post by Weredragon on Apr 21, 2010 11:04:26 GMT -8
Crimson red eyes watched Talia with mild curiosity. He watched as she got up to go get another piece of paper. Which gave him a few minutes to scan his sketch. He would color it some other time, just not now, because he didn't know why, but he wanted to talk to this older girl for a while, maybe get out of his own shell, and finally talk to some people around his age.
Crimson blinked. Those were interesting powers. "Telepathy? You mean like the ability to read someone's mind? Or talk to them in their minds?" He asked, not really knowing what Telepathy was. He paused pondering on what to say, before he spoke again. "Your other two powers seem really cool, although it must be annoying to see the future and no able to do much about it?" He said commenting on her precognitive dreams. That must of been a very interesting power. All of her powers were interesting, at least to him they were.
Crimson paused, not really sure if he should tell her or not. He was slightly worried about what she would think, after he told her his power. "My power? I guess I have two. I can control blood, bend it to my will, I can control my own blood or others' blood, but I don't like controlling others' blood, so I just control my own." He answered calmly. "My second power, would be to be able to turn my blood into an acid like substance, that acid blood can burn through mostly any surface." He explained his powers. Leaving out the last one, mainly because he didn't think it was important, and it was more like a curse then a power. And it was something he wanted to keep a secret from his peers.
He smiled slightly at her, suddenly remembering that he had never told her his name. "I'm Crimson, Crimson Tail." He said. "What's your name?" he asked.
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Post by lorizebeast on Apr 22, 2010 7:51:39 GMT -8
Talia scratched her neck selfconciously, as she felt that feeling of being watched, for the second time in the last few moments. Her eyes darted around the room, finding the source within a couple of seconds. That boy again. She didn't know who he was, just recognising the face as she did with every other in the room. Running a hand through her hair nervously, to make sure it wasn't sticking up or anything, she dropped her gaze, instead looking back at the younger boy who was talking to her. Looking at him now, he didn't look all to much younger than her, really. She was seventeen this year, and she would put him at about two years younger, give or take a little. At least he appeared friendly, which was more than she could say for a lot of the students here. The bell rang, and she realized she should be heading off, but decided to stay behind for a few moments. Considering she'd never been late before she was sure her teacher wouldn't mind.
"I can read thoughts." She smiled a little. She guessed it was a pretty cool talent, even if it wasn't controlled yet. Somehow she'd managed to put the block up, again, and she guessed this was because she hadn't been focusing on the voices, and was focusing on something else entirely- socialising. People usually became wary of her, when they knew she was a telepath, not liking the thought that she could read the information stored in their brains...but this boy didn't appear to mind too much. "It can be annoying." she winced a little, thinking about the frequent premonition she had been getting the last few nights. She knew she was unable to stop her grandmother from falling ill and maybe dying. It didn't look like it was an injury caused by something like being run over...more an internal one.
"Control blood?" Talia frowned a little, nibbling her lower lip. "That's different." she tilted her head to the side, wondering how that could be an advantage to him, or if it was at all. What the power exactly entailed...she wasn't certain. She shivered as he explained his second power. The damage he could do with that... "Wow." she leant back in her chair, impressed. Her powers seemed like nothing, compared to his. She knew exactly how common her powers were. She smiled at his name. "Talia. Talia Price." She stood up, offering him her hand to shake. "What lesson do you have now? How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" She couldn't really remember what lesson she actually had. She'd probably just wander around till she found the classroom with the people she knew in. She waited for him to stand, and follow, if he wanted company to his classroom. She wished she could stay here all day, though- she adored the art room.
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Post by Weredragon on Apr 23, 2010 9:42:55 GMT -8
The albino blinked when he heard the bell ring. He sighed slightly. Great now he had to get to his other class. Which wasn't something he was really looking forward to at all. He would much rather stay in the art room, and finish his drawing, or go back to his dorm and get his I-pod, or he'd just stay in his dorm for the rest of the day. It really wouldn't matter to him which one he'd choose.
Crimson let himself give her a small smile. "That's cool." He said truthfully. Although he thought the power to read people's thoughts was kind of creepy, it was cool at the same time, and he pushed the foreign emotion of unease out of his mind. He wasn't going to worry about this girl reading his mind, besides he doubted she could read deep into a person's subconscious. "I don't doubt it wouldn't be." He answered in understanding, as to how her power can be annoying.
"Yeah. It's different alright." He commented completely agreeing with her. He gave her a more hesitate smile, which came out as more of a grimace. "Most people find my power distrubing... and yet everyone would probably be more disturbed out when and if they see me use it. Which is why I don't use my powers very much, if I can help it." He said as he shook his head, getting up from his seat, grabbing his backpack and opening it up, he put his picture into his backpack, zipping it up again and slung it over his shoulder, before reaching up and putting his sunglasses back over his eyes. "Yeah my power may be cool, but it's got some drawbacks. Besides if I did that, people would become afraid of me, if I used my acid blood power, and I'd probably cause some sort of damage to the school or something." He said shrugging his shoulders.
Crimson looked at the hand that was offered to him. He took her hand and shook it once. "Nice to meet you, Talia." He said nicely. He blinked when she asked him what class he had. "Class? I've got Psychology, with Mr. Atzerodt." Crimson said in response to what class he had next.
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Post by lorizebeast on Apr 28, 2010 7:38:04 GMT -8
Talia had no idea which class she had at the moment, she she figured she'd just have too see which room her class-mates were in and jump in there. She wrinkled her nose a little, then paid attention to what her companion was saying. She smiled when he noted her talent was cool. Everybody thought that- even she did, when it wasn't being annoying. She was glad that he didn't seem to care that she could be reading his mind- though she wasn't, as she believed in privacy- as most people instantly shied away from her. "When there's all these thoughts, from different people, bombarding you..." she explained, shuddering a little, then laughing at herself.
Talia could understand why people would be a bit disturbed, from the mental images she was getting- not from his thoughts, but from her own. She could imagine what his power was like when in action. "Do you know anybody else with the same power?" she frowned a little. She'd never heard of anything like this before... though she wasn't sure which she'd prefer- his powers, or hers. Her's seemed the less disturbing and dangerous, but were pretty annoying at times. Frustrating herself and others around her. "That could be pretty...gruesome." she stuck her tounge out a little, at the thought of acidic blood, before giggling, and realizing she probably looked a little dumb.
She grinned when he shook her hand. "That's in the left wing, right?" She cocked her head to the side. "I think my next class is in there, actually...I'm not sure..." she decided she'd walk with him anyway, if he wanted. "Can I walk with you?" she started towards the door, looking back to see if he would follow her.
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Post by Scrappy on Apr 30, 2010 11:59:02 GMT -8
HUman biology went on with a lull. It never seemed to end just ever going and long chatter within the class room. Solvain's thoughts flew around the room. They were strong and wild. Constant thinking about large thoughts like breaking the background and all of a sudden being noticed. which always lead him back to thinking about the girl in the art room. She was new to eyes but not to his mind. Somehow he alwyas knew she exsisted that her pressence was there but all of a sudden she was really there. That caused him to look around the room. He noticed every little detail about everyone in the room. Some people were boring, human looking, average height and build, normal everyday clothes bought from shopping malls. And then there was the students who had blue skin and large fangs, students with white eyes and patterned hair, students who stuck out.
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Post by Weredragon on May 1, 2010 10:37:54 GMT -8
Crimson couldn't help smirking at her. "I guess even common powers have their own set of drawbacks." He couldn't help saying. It might of been rude to say that, but he didn't really see much harm in it, after all it was the truth. He had learned that even the most common powers had their own respected drawbacks. "Sorry if that was rude, but I just find it ironic, how powers can have their set of drawbacks, common or non." He added as he shrugged his shoulders.
The albino blinked. "Powers like mine?" He said, pondering the question and the thought that came with it. He honestly doubted anyone other than him, would have this power. As far as he knew, it was completely original, and he had no idea if someone else had his kind of power. "I don't think so. There might be, but I really hope no one else has powers like mine. Who knows what they could do with that kind of power?" He said as he ran a hand through his hair. He gave Talia a half smile. "Yeah that's true. it is gruesome." He said chuckling quietly at the the face she made. It was an amusing expression to him.
"Left wing? Yeah it is." He said nodding his head, almost forgetting which classes were in which wing. "You can't remember your next class?" He asked tilting his head slightly to the side, as he stuffed his hands into his hoodie pocket as he walked. He gave her a small smile as he followed her out of the art room. "Sure, I don't mind." He said after she had asked him if she could walk with him. He honestly saw no harm in it. If he was lucky he wouldn't have to bale on Talia, on their walk to the left wing.
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