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Roaming
Oct 11, 2010 15:46:30 GMT -5
Post by evalee on Oct 11, 2010 15:46:30 GMT -5
Evie knew from her studies that Abby caused insanity if her powers were used too long. So that would definitely set her back as she tried to learn to control her abilities. But Evie knew she could do it. She nodded then, glad that she at least had good self-esteem, no matter how dangerous her powers were.
"Yes. Practice makes perfect." She knew how popular that line was, but it was true. "I had to practice for years before I could control myself," she admitted. It may not seem it, because she was so in control of her powrers now, but it wasn't always that way.
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Roaming
Oct 13, 2010 11:51:07 GMT -5
Post by dawn on Oct 13, 2010 11:51:07 GMT -5
*Abby had herd a few difficulties that a few of the members had, but she always felt that she was, by far the one that would be impossible to control.*
Well, if it doesn't I'll just think of it as a cause and effect thing.
*She knew that she could control the important thing, the information. She remembered what she gathered. But just in case she usually wrote the important things down. In this situation, she felt that the boy could give nothing important except to her study of why teenage boys think their so high and mighty.*
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Roaming
Oct 13, 2010 20:45:44 GMT -5
Post by evalee on Oct 13, 2010 20:45:44 GMT -5
Evie nodded. She knew how hard it must be to not be able to control Abigail's type of ability. Evie may shapeshift, but she never actually hurt other people in the process of her inability to control it. She only hurt herself. And she certainly never made people see permanent illusions and make them go insane. That's a lot of pressure on one person.
She nodded then. But the important thing was that she learn to memorize like most of the others had. Evie had mastered her photographic memory by now, so she was spot on with everything she said usually. It was rare to say something that caught her off guard. But, now it was silent, and Evie really didn't know what else to say. And she didn't know what subject to change to, either. When it came to conversation making, or anything social at all, Evie was lost. She may be brilliant and clever, but she was never one for keeping conversations going.
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Roaming
Oct 16, 2010 12:02:03 GMT -5
Post by dawn on Oct 16, 2010 12:02:03 GMT -5
*Abby hand't realized that the conversation had stopped because she recognized that boys last name but she had no idea where. After a little bit of thought she had figured it out. This was followed with her bursting out in laughter. Once there was a nice enough brake where she could speak she had to tell Evie.*
The boys last name rang a bell to me but I wasn't sure where. Turns out that he's the son of a very well respected mayor in a city in Utah. The boy seemed completely opposite of his father.
*She wasn't sure if Evie would find this funny or not. But she did.*
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Roaming
Oct 16, 2010 12:55:07 GMT -5
Post by evalee on Oct 16, 2010 12:55:07 GMT -5
Eive watched her closely. Abby was deep in thought about something, and by the look on her face she could tell if must've been something she was reading from one of those boy's thoughts. Did she know him or something...?
Before Evie could ask, she burst out laughing. If she hadn't been so calm all the time, that random laughter probably would've made her jump. But all Evie did was cock one of her eyebrows at her and waitied for her to explain. When she did, she guess that the irony of it was kind of amusing. Not something she would burst out laughing about, though.
Evie thought a moment. Now this is when she wanted to have telepathy. "Why would the mayor of Utah's son be in Canada?" she knew that Abby could probably find out the answer through her powers, and Evie found herself envying her again. Whether she could cause insanity or not, the telepathy part could still come in handy.
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Roaming
Oct 21, 2010 13:39:35 GMT -5
Post by dawn on Oct 21, 2010 13:39:35 GMT -5
*Abby smiled at Evie then thought about the question she had just asked. She recalled what she had learned from probing the boys mind. He was only sixteen but he was with a friend. A good friend. She looked back at the boys, who seemed to be confused still on their friends insanity. He was pulling out of it, she hadn't been in his head for that long, and he was wondering what was going on.*
Well from what I have gathered he seems to be here with his friends. On a senior trip or something like that.
*She paused, thinking again. There had to be a catch. What parent would allow their son to go all the way to Canada with a group of teenagers. Oh, that was it... The boy pulled out his cell phone and pushed in ten numbers. He then brought the phone to his ear. Abby let another giggle escape her.*
Tuns out that he has to call home every so often. To check in. His friends seem rather bothered by it because they cant do anything "fun."
*Abby looked over to the group for a third time, the boys seemed very annoyed by this phone call that their friend was making.*
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Roaming
Oct 23, 2010 17:28:51 GMT -5
Post by evalee on Oct 23, 2010 17:28:51 GMT -5
Evie watched her as Abby thought. She always liked watching other mutants use their abilities. There expressed were always interested. But Abby's just looked like of typical for a telepath. And then she explained and Evie only nodded. All the way to Canada for friends? Pretty lenient parents, I'd say, she thought for a moment. She didn't know if Abby heard her think that, or if she would even acknowledge that she'd heard it. But she wasn't that worried about it. She knew many telepaths. She was kind of used to them knowing everything she was thinking about during their conversations.
She only smirked when Abby added about having to call his parents every so often. That's better. Maybe not so lenient afterall, she nodded, knowing there must've been a catch. No mayor's son is going to another country without some kind of catch. Either that, or maybe he'd run away or something. That would be difficult, too. There'd be missing signs all over the place, and on the news and eventually someone would turn him in. When imiportant people's children run away, it's never for very long.
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Roaming
Oct 25, 2010 13:08:14 GMT -5
Post by dawn on Oct 25, 2010 13:08:14 GMT -5
*Abby couldn't read Evie's mind, if she was Evie would know. She would start to feel insane and start to see things that weren't there in the first place. Plus she could only go into one mind at a time. She pulled once again from the kids head, now he sounded half asleep or drunk when he spoke to his father on the phone. Abby had all the information she needed from a teenager like that. The rest could be just implied.*
It's a hot chocolate day.
*It was chilly and on cold days she wanted something warm. Most people liked hot chocolate so that was most likely the safest to say.*
I hear they have good hot chocolate up here. You want any? My treat.
*She wasn't sure if Evie would go for it, if she didn't Abby wouldn't be heart broken, or even upset. To each their own. If she didn't feel like any hot chocolate that was fine by Abby. She then started to look around and soon spotted a coffee shop that was supposed to have the best hot chocolate and coffee in all of Canada. She wanted to try it, if possible.*
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Roaming
Oct 30, 2010 22:35:28 GMT -5
Post by evalee on Oct 30, 2010 22:35:28 GMT -5
Evie just thought for a while, almost completely ignoring Abby's comment about the hot chocolate. But she does that sometimes. When her photographic memory kicks in, she tunes out everything else around her. Sometimes she doesn't mean to do it, but when she goes into that zone on purpose, that's where she comes up with all of her ideas.
But this time when she came back to focus on Abby when she spoke again, she honestly couldn't remember what she'd been thinking about. That happens sometimes, too. She knew it would come back to her later.
Hot chocolate. "Sure," she nodded. She was a little cold, and she did love chocolate. Why not? She didn't have many friends, and Abby she really nice, so this was her first shot at a real friend in a long time. She hadn't had anyone to talk to in ages, it felt like. But that was mostly her fault. She was definitely and introvert, and was terrible at making conversation.
She turned to see the little shop Abigail spoke of. She'd never been there before, but she had also heard through eavesdropping on random strangers who passed by that it had great hot chocolate. "Let's go."
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