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Post by anja2 on Jun 1, 2012 0:05:26 GMT -5
D Y L A N  [/center] Dylan was laying on one of the benches under a tall tree. It wasn’t too cold out, so at the moment he was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans with his usual sneakers. He was wearing the headphones he always wore to keep the sounds from irritating his sensitive ears. Right now his light blue eyes were closed as he half dozed in the warm sunrays. Skipping class was what he was doing now, like he usually did. That was why he was held back a year. A seventeen-year-old teen in the sophomore class, some would call that embarrassing, but Dylan didn’t really care if he passed or not.
His hand was over his eyes to block the sun’s light. He wasn’t exactly sleeping, more like thinking about his family. His sister, Emily, should be about twelve now. She should be going through seventh grade, making friends and forgetting all about that incident. Then again how could she forget when their mother was in a rehab hospital for brain trauma. To make matters worse, Dylan was the one who cause their mother to end up like that. His mutant abilities could be pretty dangerous if he used them right.
Dylan frowned at the thoughts and pushed away those awful memories to the back of his mind. There was no use in thinking of them when his father and sister pushed him away and even his own mother tried to actually kill him. She wanted her own child dead. Dylan opened his eyes and sat up stretching. He yawned and leaned back on his hands looking lazily at the courtyard. It was still before noon, so there weren’t many students out. Most would probably be in class or inside studying. |
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Post by Scylla 'Limos' Snow on Jun 1, 2012 10:54:54 GMT -5
((Eh, why not. I've been wanting to get a post out with her. XD Might as well bug ya! ))
Scylla wasn't in class, but that wasn't anything new. At her old school, most teachers had resigned themselves to the fact that she never showed up, and only when the homework was interesting would they actually get an assignment back from her. Most had thought this strange, since the girl was.... well, brilliant! They'd finally come to the conclusion that she was just lazy. They'd hit the nail on the head on that one.
Transferring to a new school hadn't changed the girl's attitude towards education, so it was no surprise to find her scouring the grounds in the middle of the school day. So far, the teachers hadn't noticed her endeavors, since it was only her second day. This meant she'd have at least one more day before the real fun began...
Every step she took was slow and deliberate, her pace slow. She wasn't in a hurry after all. Actually, she looked completely at ease, a book open in her palms. Her dark, but thoughtful gaze remained fixed on the pages, turning them every twenty seconds or so (could she really be reading that fast?). She seemed so fixated on reading though, that she looked like she might trip at any moment… Or run into a tree. To make things even more interesting, the path she was on was taking her directly towards an occupied bench.
Her eyes never raised, not once. Not even when she was only a few feet from the bench and fellow student. Well, if something didn’t catch her attention now, it was likely she’d trick right over her fellow teenager. That’d definitely hurt.
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Post by Alexandra Kavi on Jun 1, 2012 11:06:04 GMT -5
Alex was so board in class she couldn’t stand another class it as so sunny outside so when the teacher turned his back for a little bit Alex simply just walked out well she used her powers so she wouldn’t get caught but she was board of all sitting and note taking. Alex slipped into her room and grabbed a score and her guitar and skipped outside she looked around until she found a part right on the edge of the cort yard she didn't like to leave the school by her self considering all the things that tended to happen when ever she did. She wanted to play a song that kind of fit her mood right now witch she wasn't really sure she always had her family in the back of her mind but she was happy so she was just fliping threw the score for a bit until she found a song from La Cage aux Folles called I am what I am. She didn't care what the play it self was about this song was a quite song and mostly how she felt about her powers even with everything that happened. I am what I am
I am my own special creation.
So come take a look,
Give me the hook or the ovation.
It's my world that I want to take a little pride in,
My world, and it's not a place I have to hide in.
Life's not worth a damn,
'Til you can say, "Hey world, I am what I am."
I am what I am,
I don't want praise, I don't want pity.
I bang my own drum,
Some think it's noise, I think it's pretty.
And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try to see things from a diff'rent angle?
Your life is a sham 'til you can shout out loud
I am what I am!
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
There's one life, and there's no return and no deposit;
One life, so it's time to open up your closet.
Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say,
"Hey world, I am what I am!" (occ lol I just did a random song on my ipod got to love my ipod) |
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Post by razuil on Jun 3, 2012 12:00:08 GMT -5
Razuil was waking up has he realized he had fallen asleep having no ideal how he had even gotten where he was. Sighing has he realized he had missed class. Oh well was all he thought he trully did not care if he went to class are not. He looked around seeing he was laying in a poatch of grass he sat up. He reached has he grabbed a bag of sand he kept with him at all times along with two other bags has he opened the bag he let the sand dance around in the palm of his hand. Has he did so he got abosrbed into it not focused on anythang else has he began to make the small grams of sand dance around and triwl around his hand.
Smilling he lifted his other hand and began to twil the sand around on that hand has well. It took alittle more consintration but it was barely half a pound has he did so. He began to make them pass inbetween each other dancing with each instead of the grams of sand dancing by themselves while he did so. He was getting abosorbed into this not realizing how much fun he was having has he did so.
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Post by anja2 on Jun 4, 2012 18:42:24 GMT -5
D Y L A N [/center] Ugh, so many noises. Dylan had taken off his earphones just for a bit and every noise in the courtyard came to him like a missile. He heard the sound of moving sand for off to his left. Someone was singing off to his far right. Still Dylan could hear her much more clearly than he wanted too. It wasn’t that the girl had a bad voice, it was just too loud for his sensitive ears. A headache was now forming in his mind and placed his earphones back on muffling the noises once more. It was such a bother to have this ability. He placed his fingers on his temples trying to calm down his pounding head. His eyes were closed so he didn’t notice the other girl walking toward him, not really watching where she was going.
He opened his eyes and almost got run over by the girl. She must have been really focused on that book since she didn’t even notice a person sitting on bench in front of her. “Careful!” He said holding up his hands. “I really don't want to become road kill.” Dylan definitely didn’t want to have this girl crash into him. If he had noticed her earlier, then Dylan would have just moved out of the way and let her trip. He’d then have a good laugh. However, it was too late to move now and she was not slowing down. |
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Post by razuil on Jun 4, 2012 20:32:14 GMT -5
Razuil noticed a voice he head no heard before but, then again he was new. First thang he did was put the sand back into the bag has he stood up. He sighed and then began to decided to walk to the voices. He figured why not has he saw a girl about to run in a boy and then decided to watch instead of saying a thang has he tripped and fell down landing face first has he stood up and wipped the dust off his legs.
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Post by Scylla 'Limos' Snow on Jun 5, 2012 12:17:37 GMT -5
Oh, Scylla knew he was there. There was no doubt about that. At least, to her. To everyone else, she was the perfect little actress. They wouldn't realize... They wouldn't know she wasn't the person she came across as. It was such a wonderful feeling, knowing she had successfully fooled someone. Tricked them. Gained their trust. And then left them worse for wear. Was that the end goal? Yes. Yes it was. But she was patient. She'd wait months, years even, to accomplish her goal. Why was this important? Because, if this student, who's name she'd never heard before now, fell for her act, then he'd be taking the first step down the path of destruction.
So, keeping up this act, she pretended not to notice. Not to know what impending danger she might be in. Not that she cared. Injury didn't mean much to the girl. More like an irritation then something to really worry about. Hell, if she ever felt like it, she'd jump off a cliff without any hesitation. Being unable to feel fear was both a good and bad thing. Good, because you literally didn't fear anything, and thus never hesitated in your actions. Bad, because consequences meant nothing to you, so it was possible to accidentally get herself killed and she wouldn't care.
It wasn't until he spoke that Scylla froze, feigning surprise. Her gaze slowly lifted, searching for the speaker, and landing on Dylan only a few short feet away. She blinked a few times, taking her time to 'figure out' just what he'd spoken for (she knew, but it was all about of the act. Appearances meant everything. Finally, realization struck. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!" She actually sounded apologetic and concerned (she wasn't. Psychopaths are just very good at faking emotions.). Quickly she snapped the book shut, putting on a (fake) sincere smile to complete the whole look.
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Post by Alexandra Kavi on Jun 6, 2012 1:05:51 GMT -5
Alex looked up seeing that a bunch of people where out class must have been over or something with the amount of people coming outside eaither everyone was sluffing or class was over she saw her roommate talking to someone and some other guy who was just watching.
Alex walked over the group and smiled at the two “How are you doing Scylla” she smiled at her then turned to the boy “Hey my name is Alex's whats yours...i think i've seen you around but I can't remember do we have a class or something” Alex smiled at him she looked over out of the corner of her eye and watched the kid who was watching to see if Scylla was going to crash into the bench and just waved at him with a huge smile on her face then turned back to Scylaa “O what are you reading you must have been really into it looked like you where going to walk right ontop of him hear” she giggled her smile never leaving her face. She wanted people to talk to have fun play around and these guys where all around her age she was sure they come up with something better then sitting around.
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Post by razuil on Jun 7, 2012 9:58:17 GMT -5
Razuil walked up to them not sure what he should say has he did so but in his own mind he truly didn't care has he slid his right hand into his pocket. Has he walked to them he waved back to the women has he remained queit and looked around seeing the other two he had been watching and waved at them. "Hello." It was all he could really thank to say trully has he spoke and wondered in his mind if he could even keep a conversation going. Has he had said hello to all three he then sat down on the grass crossing his legs. Razuil looked around wondering if there was anythang fun to do here are if he should head back to class. He was new and bad grades never went well with new kids no matter the school. Razuil began to think of thangs he had no ideal of why he was thanking of them and shook his head has he waited to see if any of them would respond to him. Has he trully did not care if they did are not just was to bored to do anythang else at the moment.
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